| Subject: Alrighty, let's have some more! Inside for the next part! |
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Date Posted: 02:10:10 04/10/03 Thu
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Dakkan Strongrudder, otter with a quill!
's message, "*rubs his paws* OK, it's been awhile..." on 01:31:00 03/07/03 Fri
Kyre recovered slowly as he pulled methodically at the oar. The sea otter's skin was ablaze with pain from the splinters on the deck and stairs. His head was still foggy from being unconscious. And his mind was shrouded in a thick haze of anger.
How dare they take him. He, Kyre, was the son of great sea otter warriors. A prisoner, hah! But here he was, chained to a heavy oar, sweating along with dozens of slaves who looked little more than furry skeletons.
After several hours Kyre's head cleared and he turned to Ferkah. "Nice little scrape, eh matey?"
The hare ground his teeth angrily. "I'll bite the first vermin who whips me, I swear!"
"Ach, then ye'll go to yer death!" lamented a black hare across the row. "The guards are greatly brutal on insubord'nates, aye!"
A short fox, brown and smelly with his abstainment from bathing, stalked over and casually gave the hare a sharp cut with his whip. "Pipe down there, ye scum!"
Ferkah reached out as far as the chains would allow and grabbed the whip end, pulling hard. The fox stumbled and filled his knees with splinters from the floor. Growling, he jerked the whip away, the barbed end cutting the hare's paw viciously as it was pulled through his grasp. The fox ignored Ferkah's loud gasp of pain and hobbled up the stairs, calling, "The Cap'n's gunna flog you good fer that'n!"
Kyre set his teeth into the hem of his jerkin and tore a long strip for his friend to wrap around his paw. Just then the bulky weasel came down and snapped Ferkah's back, roaring at him to get rowing.
The pain in the hare's paw was so great he could not grip the oar, so Kyre took most of the load. It was hard after a while, but luckily the sea otter had enough endurance to make it to the next island, which they reached by the evening.
As the main body of the corsairs took off to loot and plunder, the rest were on guard duty. Though they never stayed with the slaves, they posted a guard by the top of the stairs in case an escape was attempted. Kyre took this opportunity to share a plan he'd had that day while he was taking his friend's load.
"Take a look at this," he offered, pulling off his jerkin for a few seconds. Around the sea otter's chest was a thin belt which held a dagger in a small sheath. As he buttoned the garment back up, he began to relate his plan.
"Tonight when the ship is asleep, we'll pass this around. Its blade is strong; my father forged it himself. We can use it to pry up the staples holding the chains to the ground."
"Aye, that'll work," the black hare nodded. "Th' guard on duty 'ere always sleeps on duty."
"But what'll we do once we're free, lad?" asked the brown-and-white hare. "We'll only be armed wi' one blade agin their crew."
Kyre grinned roguishly. "I know, mate. That's where I got a little more original. Here's what we do..."
The hares looked at each other as he finished. It was crazy and dangerous, but it could work!
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