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"Send for the Captain!"
Hamilton woke up. It was dawn. He was sitting in his chair.
"Captain Hamilton!" Ghanashyam cried from outside.
Hamilton stepped out on deck and saw a pair of slaves on the gangway. He recognized them as two they had sold the day before.
"These slaves came out in a boat," Ahmar said. "We thought they had escaped from the pirates."
"They had this," said Zuberi. He held up a piece of paper, with Arabic writing.
"And what is it?"
"It's from Mor Cuanaich. He says he wants to meet us in a cove on another island. He wants to trade Nasira for Lady Dunsbrooke."
"What?" Hamilton felt the paper crumple in his hand, almost as if someone else were directing his muscles. He looked at Zuberi, at Ahmar, but all he could say was, "damn."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 3 years agoI know this story is 12 years old and the author doesn't post here anymore, but I have to say it..Hamilton is an idiot.
"Thinking with his dick" instead of doing his duty and using his brain.
He deserves to get shot or run through while pleasuring himself, to say nothing of his sickness of getting his rocks off by torturing slaves.
