Monday, November 2
Islands of the Damned: Prologue
Someone yanked the blindfold off of Vald’s face.
“Remove his gag,” said a familiar feminine voice.
Vlad blinked his eyes. They had caught him at a weak moment. He had stayed the night at the Marquis Moon in Patricia’s company, only to wake up in the darkness, stripped of his armor and weapons.
Rough hands undid the gag.
Vlad focused on the woman in front of him. She wore black studded leather and knee-high boots. Her waist-length flame-red hair was tightly woven into dreadlocks, and a wicked scar crossed from the top of her forehead to the middle of her right cheek.
“Baumann,” he croaked.
“That’s right,” said Captain Morgan Baumann with a smirk. “Looks like the rumors are true. She wasn’t exactly a serving maid, but yer tastes run a little callow, don’t ye think?”
Vlad swallowed a few times, trying to generate saliva again in his mouth.
“I’m goin’ to ask ye some questions,” said Baumann. “I want answers.”
Vlad tried to shrug nonchalantly, but his head just lolled in her direction. “Go ahead.”
“Where were yer friends going?”
“Going?” Vlad blinked. “Hell’s Triangle. After R’lyeh. Leviathan.”
Baumann nodded. “Right. I know all about that.”
“Because we’re trapped in Hell’s Triangle along with ‘em, idiot!” snapped Baumann. “I want t’ know how we get out!”
Vlad tried to peer around him. He was in a small cabin. Another pirate stood with a cutlass out. They feared Vlad even when he was tied up.
“I don’t know,” he said after a moment. “I was along for the ride.”
“Bah,” said Baumann. “They must have told you something.”
“I can find them for you.” Vlad licked his lips. “Give me my sword and my armor and I’ll lead you to them.”
Baumann barked a vicious laugh. “I’m no fool. I know what that sword o’ yers can do. I’ve seen it in action. Ye’ll not be seein’ yer sword again until you get us out o’ here. But in the mean time,” she nodded at the pirate, who leaned forward to put the blindfold over Vlad’s eyes again, “I’ll let ye think on it. Call if ye change yer mind.” more
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