PIRATE DITCH

KATRINA

Elder Sesan has been trying to wear ‘normal’ clothes for the past few years but he was never successful in pulling it off. His baggy trousers and long-sleeved brown shirt were just… a terrible combination. He had tied his beard and though he looked older, it was not as obvious as if you knew Penelope almost ten years ago.

Penelope was a woman now. A full-grown woman. She had long wavy coal black hair and her extraordinary confidence had never wavered. From what I last remembered, she had a harder voice and always held her head upright.

She wore a small black dress and tied a matching ribbon around her neck.

They walked forward and Kane stood beside me, folding his hands and flexing those muscles.

“I hope you’re the only ones here. You know I don’t approve of the others,” I said, expecting to see the rest jump out.

Dan died a year ago, but Fraser and that prick, Madeline, were still alive—unfortunately.

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