MoroMoro longed to have his daggers in his hands once again. Being cooped up in a cell aboard Calypso's flagship drove him to the brink of madness. He took no solace when he looked down at the guard on the floor as he lay twitching in a pool of his own blood. The severed leg of the bed stuck out from his neck at an awkward angle. He frowned and uttered a guttural growl. As the guard's death spasms subsided, Moro ran his hand over his face before yanking the crude weapon from his neck. Luckily, the bed had been mounted to the wall, so the missing leg went unnoticed by the guard. Moro had been able to keep the bed level by keeping his back to it and maintaining the illusion of still being bound at the wrists. The guard never knew what had hit him.
Moro muttered curses under his breath as he
