The Good Ship White Star

When last we spoke, Marcos was feeling drowsy after the long run from the White Star. His head was starting to drop to his chest and it was time to sleep. “No one will find me here and that cursed ship will not either.” He fell where he was and quickly dropped into a deep sleep. A few minutes later the dark shadow of a man in light of the full moon hovered over the sleeping body of Marcos.

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Jaime looked over to see Mordechai returning to the ship. “Took ye a little while to get back. Did the little bugger run pretty far this time?”

Mordechai didn’t say a word. Just smiled and lifted a sleeping Marcos off of the cart and carried him down to the brig.
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