Chapter: 3 Precious Cargo
My eyes scoured the floor of my cell for anything I could use as a weapon. Even if there had been one, I was in no condition to fight. All I could do was stare back at the mysterious attacker. The figure pulled down a kerchief, exposing the face of a man around my age. I had seen him before...Or had I? It was too dark to tell as the man crept away from the cell. I could see other shadow figures climbing on board and moving across the deck like reapers.
I thought to myself, "Is this my day of judgement? Have the servants of hell come to claim their latest resident? It would explain my fiery dream."
"Intruders!" yelled a Frenchman.
"We're under attack! Sound the alarms!" exclaimed another before ringing the bell.
The entire galleon erupted into chaos as a battle ensued. Swords clashed and torc