Marcus let out a deep exhale, swinging his blade to clear the blood off it. His eyes looked out into the foggy sea. Burning ships set alight in a suicidal attempt to kill the enemy, bodies floating in the sea, their blood dyeing it red. A peaceful silence was all that remained at the end of the battle.
"What shall we do with the hostages?" Sasha came over to Marcus and asked quietly. Turning he watched as his men carefully pulled them off the wooden boards they had been tied to. All of them had gone silent long ago, unable to cry or scream anymore.
"Let them rest in the crew quarters. But keep a guard on them. We can't trust them until we leave." Sasha nodded and walked off, Marcus only staring into the distance. The Pirate Island. A place slathered in infamy.
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