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Post by salty on Jun 8, 2005 12:14:26 GMT -5
::Salty and his kajira ran as if their lives depended on it and well it did. He kept one hand wound in her hair, at times pulling her along as he ran and in his other hand, one of his blades. They had been fortunate on their dash to the shipyard...they were seen twice by Krakatoa's thugs, but had eluded them in the dark. His lungs seemed as if they were on fire, his legs had little feeling as he lifted them high and forced them ahead as he ran. His kajira had long ago stopped crying and complaining of hurting and all he heard from her was tortured gasping for breath as she fought to breathe.
As the two nearly exhausted people ran through the gates of the shipyard, their wobbling legs seemingly going in all directions except forward, Salty's eyes saw the crew of the Pirates' galley slipping the mooring lines. Salty leaped at the last line and wound it around a cleat, halting the galley. A voice called from the deck, "Let go that line you son of an urt, else I come there and gut ye." Salty made a low bow and replied, "My apologies for delaying your departure, but tell your captain that there is a humble merchant on the dock that wishes to ask him two questions." Salty turned and drew Tara close to his body and covered her face with kisses. "We made it my kajira, we made it....your are safe now....well for a little while anyway."::
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