The Rusty Bucket. Off the Coast of Morocco. 2:00 AM.Click. The sound was tiny, swallowed by the roar of the ship's engines, but to Harper, it sounded like a gunshot. The rusty padlock fell open in her hand."Got it," she whispered, her fingers bleeding from the sharp wire.She looked at Sebastian. He was leaning against the cage bars, sweat dripping from his nose. His face was grey, but his eyes were open. Focused. "Can you move?" Harper asked.Sebastian gripped the bars and pulled himself up. His legs trembled violently, threatening to buckle. He gritted his teeth so hard his jaw popped. "I'm up," he rasped. "Lead the way."They slipped out of the cage. The corridor was empty. The pirates were on the upper deck, drinking cheap rum and celebrating their imaginary million-dollar payday. Laughter and bad music drifted down the stairs."We need a lifeboat," Harper whispered, supporting Sebastian’s weight."Too slow," Sebastian shook his head, wincing with every step. "The winch takes tw
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