Just for Blood - Crash (1/8)
When I got on the ship, pretending to be an old sailor limping on one leg, I began to feel like I was in the old days. Cunning and unstoppable - I could defeat any opponent and satisfy any woman.
As we traveled, I drew a few new islands on the map to change course and poisoned the navigator so he wouldn’t think clearly. When finally the wind began to tear the sails, I was able to step out of my role and make sure we reach the final destination of the ship.
I smashed the oil lamp on the deck boards and pulled out the dagger from my boot. The helmsman’s blood spurted onto my coat. Ship’s rudder dripped by oil quickly caught the fire.
There was no turning back. We’ll crash on this damn(!) island - as I planned.I would be worried if it were not for the fact that I was sinking ships and drifting on the wreckage many times already.
It’s in my blood.
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