'This could be our chance,' muttered Tarent, studying the deck below. Several pirates were still on the Black Destiny, but none seemed interested in them. 'I've managed to loosen some poles if we can climb…' he glanced at Loras, but saw his friend was still in rough shape and wasn't going to be climbing anywhere for a while. Glancing across at Magician Falk, Tarent came to the same conclusion with him as well. The old man was lying down, possibly asleep, and was never going to clamber out of the cage and then down the rigging to the deck undetected.
Working at the slivers of bamboo wasn't easy. It was a really tough material that had been tied up months or possibly years earlier and with constant exposure to the elements and salt spray of the sea had set solidly in place making the cage a
