“Thanks for setting us free, woman, but now is the time for the men to take this ship.” The largest man stepped forward. She inspected his body, his muscles would make a pleasant diversion for the old Kanika, before the abuse her body had recently undergone. She had little use for such things now. Especially a man with a chip on his shoulder.
“If you climb those stairs, we are all going to die.” Kanika held her ground sitting on the steps of the ladder.
“She is right,” a familiar voice rang out. It was Bran, the bosun from the Resolute, her former ship. She fought the urge to jump up and hug him. There was another matter to fix first.
“Look, we just want out of this hole. If we die fighting, at least it will be in battle, instead of locked up like animals,” Muscleman whispered.
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