Chapter Forty-One.
I woke up in the Captain’s quarters, daylight still pouring into the room from outside which meant that I hadn’t been unconscious for long. My hands, wrists and throat were bandaged, a new dress cladding my body. I sat up, feet dangling over the side of the bed as I inspected my hands. The bandages made it look like I had been mauled by an animal, the slashes hidden beneath them across my palms, the bite mark on my left wrist where I had sucked my blood to give to Sonja and the bruises on the right from when Mack had nearly crushed it. I heard what sounded like people talking, seagulls crying out and heavy crates being loaded onto ships. I slipped on the golden heals that sat beside the bed and rose from the mattress to head above deck, stopping when the image of a coastline in the shap
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