Viejo came below deck. “We’ll be sailing into Manaus within the hour.” He looked me over. “Clean yourself. We won’t get a decent price with you looking like that.”
“Where?” I asked, my voice hoarse. I could imagine what I looked like. Bruises no double mottled my skin, and my hands were a disaster.
“He can use the shower in the head,” Halliwell said.
Viejo grunted and untied the ropes around my ankles before he unfastened the handcuffs. With that done, he yanked me to my feet.
“You are quite tall, aren’t you?”“ Halliwell observed, and I was certain what was coming next. Sure enough…”How’s the weather up there, young Knight?”
I’d been on the bunk for most of the time, or hunched over, not so much concealing my height as protecting myself from further emotional hurt.
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