Mortality

The passengers were shuddering. They were wearing very thin gowns and pajamas. If it continued like this, they might freeze to death.

"It's cold; can't we go inside?" One of the passengers asked.

"Shut up!" A pirate kicked the passenger in the face and silenced everyone who had questions in the back of their minds.

Faelan waited patiently with his foot tapping against the deck, but then a couple of the pirates returned to the deck, shaking their heads.

"Sigh…" Faelan looked at the two young men and said, "Final chance. Where the hell is the money?"

The two young men didn't say a word.

"Alright then…" Faelan grinned. "Well, once we're back at the Pirate Kingdom, Count Sander himself will be able to tell whether you two are lying or not."

"P-Pirate Kingdom?" The passengers paled. "Please don't take us. We're not worth anything, please!"