“Excuse me, Mr. Joe, there anything...”
Jim couldn’t finish his sentence before two tiny hands were wrapped around his neck. Jim staggered backwards, his eyes as big as eggs. The little eunuch islander had jumped at him. His eyes were all aflame and spittle flew from his mouth as he cursed Jim a hundred different ways in his own arcane tongue. Luckily, the boy was so weak all Jim had to do was fall backwards to break out of his grasp.
Broz started laughing, as did the slaves in the other cages.
“Get out of here, little b***h,” Broz called after him, “go running back to your masters. We don’t want you here.”
Jim was already gone, his face burning with shame. The pirates despised him. Even his fellow slaves would rather see him dead. No one in the world cared for him, never had,
