Erjon rubbed his temples. “Believe me, lass, you’re not the only one who disapproves of the captain’s orders.”
Her eyes widened. “Are there others who oppose his decision to keep them captive?”
“Yes, but it wouldn’t be wise to defy the captain.” Erjon shot her a wary glare. “You know what he can do.”
“Oh yes. How could I forget the time he whipped the oarsmen?”
He sighed. “Indeed. Nobody has forgotten that day, or his screams.”
“An extreme crime deserves an extreme punishment,” Driada quoted. “That is what the captain said when he ordered his whip be brought to him and forced Thero to the ground. A crime, he said. Since when has disobeying him become a crime?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“At least Thero survived.”
“Is that all we can hope for here? Survival?” Driad
