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CHAPTER 19 - TRISTAN

Tristan could not bear it much longer. The salty air combined with the stank of his vomit, of piss, of rotten food, along with the sickening motion of the ship, would soon end him before he could even get out. His mouth bled from his wounded tongue. Bruises from his arms and legs screamed pain. His gut ached as if every breath he’d take had pained whatever was left of him.

Tristan winced as he raised his head to look. Several prisoners sat behind their bars, waiting for something. No more than ten, Tristan counted. Could they do it?

“I swear if this won’t work you’ll be the first one I’d kill before I get out of this ship,” Tristan whispered towards the next cell where Lewis sat.

The young noble let out a raspy chuckle. “I’ll give it to you, then.”

Tristan fixed his gaze on the man, remembering what had gotten into him that made him agree to follow Lewis’

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