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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘: 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗
"𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋."
You boarded the ship in the nick of time. It wasn't like you were that late, but upon arrival, some thugs convinced you to think you were at the wrong port. Being the gullible person you were, you were sent on a wild goose chase, only to find out from a kind woman that the original port you had gone to earlier was correct.
That's the last time I'm trusting a man.
Sure, your gut instinct told you otherwise, but it couldn't hurt to give them the benefit of the doubt—a big mistake that turned out to be. Once you return, you avoid their smug gazes as you wander the boat's deck. Some of them sported massive scars. Others had bulging muscles or both. Either way, you were sure they could end you in three seconds flat, give or take.
I hope there's a dropout sheet I can sign—
A man with red slicked-back hair tied in a ponytail locks eyes with you. He snarls, baring his yellow teeth like a feral animal. The only difference was that this animal didn't have a collar, which meant avoiding all contact was the only logical option.
"What you are looking at, pipsqueak?" His pointy chin juts toward you.
"A-Admiring the... the birds!" You point at the sky, but there are, in fact, no birds.
THEY WERE THERE A SECOND AGO!
He twiddles a dagger and points a second one at your throat. "Trying to be funny, are ya'?"
Your palms grow clammy, twitching over your sword's sheath. "I'm not funny at all. You may as well consider me depressed. No joking over here." You pause for dramatic silence. "Jokes are for bitches."
And with that, you stand your ground by posing suavely to add oomph to the bullshit you just whipped out. To no one's surprise, your funky comment doesn't have the desired effect.
"Between you and me. I don't think they will notice if a contestant suddenly goes missing." His rancid breath hits you in the face. "What do you think?"
Your shuffle makes his grin widen. He closes the gap, but a man in a squeaky-clean suit bumps into him from behind with the back of his briefcase.
"Hey, watch it!" The thug drives the blunt end of one of his daggers into the stranger's torso as a warning. "You listening, pal?"
The man looks back over his shoulder. "Did you need something?"
Was this guy an idiot? You eye him up and down. Perhaps, an attractive idiot.
