Chapter Thirty-Three.
Rebecca had cleaned Al, dressed him and fed him then set him free on the rest of the crew. They enjoyed his maddening ways and laughed at how he would sometimes talk to himself. I had washed myself but dressed in the same red coat as before along with my boots and hat, sitting on a chair near the door to the Captain’s quarters as I watched the sky grow darker overhead. We were nearing the Aztin Jungle, a display of land clustered with trees lined our sights to the left of the ship while open ocean that dragged on looked at us from its right. The Red Pirates were slave traders, men who placed money above all else, men who had little remorse for human life so to enter such a place would be a risk to not just myself but to the rest of the crew. I stood when lit lamps could be seen from th
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