\tThe stew was passable; but everyone remarked on how good it smelled. Lorenzo supposed it could have used more salt. He would keep that in mind if he ever made it again, on his own. Faedrin was stingy with the salt – one thing that was rarely lacking on a ship. – \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 – Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cChoices\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Paul’s new pirate themed Pathfinder Campaign. Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below. – \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 – \u201cShe say anything to you?\u201d… <\/p>\n
\n \tFaur did not show up at the table that night either.
\n \tLorenzo left Red in their tiny cabin and headed toward the Sawbones\u2019 office. He clutched his elbow, feigning an injury, just in case someone stopped him.
\n \tNo one did.
\n \tHer room was empty, the blood-stained gurney covered with a sheet of canvas.
\n \t\u201cSawbones, are you awake, madame? I have need of your services tonight.\u201d
\n \tThere was no reply. Lorenzo took a step back, prepared to give up on finding Faur this evening, when his eye alighted upon a canister on the floor. He stooped down to pick it up. Dreamtime tea? Why would-<\/em> His thought stopped mid-sentence and he stood hastily, giving the office a critical look. The vials and jars on her shelves had been disturbed – several were askew and out of place. It was easy to tell that they were no longer in Faur\u2019s rigid, precise order. The sheet on the table had not been there before. He lifted the corner and his worry grew. Fresh blood upon the surface dripped from the waxed canvas. It had not soaked the fabric so there was no tell-tale stain.
\n \tThis is not good for us. <\/em>He thought, replacing the can on the ground and backing out of the surgeon\u2019s office. If they have moved against the Sawbones, they will have no qualm about Red and I.<\/em>
\n \tHe flew down the hallway, no longer feigning injury, and slammed the cabin door behind him. Red sat up with a start.
\n \t\u201cWha-da-fuck?\u201d He grumbled. Rubbing his eyes, Red flung his legs over the edge of the bunk and yawned. \u201cThat you, Ren?\u201d
\n \t\u201cWe are in trouble, mon frere<\/em>. Someone drugged the Sawbones with Dreamtime vapors. She has vanished. I think we are next.\u201d
\n \t\u201cFuck.\u201d
\n \t\u201cWe should stay in the cabin until the Mermaid puts to Port in Ilizmagorti, then disembark with the crew and disappear into the crowds. We can hide out until she heads back out to see and find new passage to Port Peril.\u201d
\n \tRed scrunched up his face. \u201cWhat about the Cap\u2019 and Sawbones? What about all them what\u2019s stuck down in the fuckin\u2019 room?\u201d
\n \tPursing his lips, Lorenzo inhaled sharply. \u201cThey-\u201d
\n \t\u201cThey\u2019re slaves, Ren.\u201d
\n \t\u201cBut-\u201d
\n \t\u201cSlaves. Fuckin\u2019 slaves. It ain\u2019t right.\u201d
\n \tLorenzo nodded. He abhorred slavery, it offended his whimsical nature. The very thought that one person could own another, making all their choices for them, taking away their free will, and their liberty. It is one thing to sell yourself into servitude, or to be indentured for your crimes, <\/em>he thought, glancing to the scars his friend still bore around his wrists. But not the innocents and not those who did not choose that life. A little bondage is fun in its own way, Bless the Stinging Bitch, but this is not that. This is sick<\/em>.
\n \t\u201cYou are right, Red. We have to do something to get them free of Kiskaeyn.\u201d
\n \t\u201cYuh.\u201d Red nodded emphatically, then paused. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nNote: Image is “Skull” by (George Crux) and “Black Cuffs” by (Andrzej Pobiedzinski) from SXC.hu; edited by me<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"