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[Cuthbert]

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It had been nearly 5 months* since his capture by Gasher and the other pirates, but Cuth's will remained strong.

Sitting in the hull of the boat as it rocked back and forth, he turned his mind again to Magincia, and specifically to Bella, as he had done so many days before. I will come back to you... he repeated in his head over and over. It had become something akin to his own personal mantra. Something for him to focus on during the times he sat in this dark, dank, miserable place with the few other captives that were being made to work just as he was. His beard and hair had grown to ridiculous lengths, and he stank to high heaven.

On a daily basis Gasher would come below decks, round up the captives - really it would be more appropriate to call them slaves - send them above deck and give them the same speech. Over and over again. Every single morning.

"Look around ye, cullies!" Gasher would say to them, smiling widely. "Do ye see land anywhere?"

Cuth learned early that this was not a rhetorical question. On the first morning the speech had been given, Cuth had stood there in silence, meeting Gasher's gaze. What he got for his silence was a jab in the ribs and a club across his head.

He never submitted to talking, however. In fact, he had not said a single word since his capture. Instead, his response was to shake his head in response to Gasher's question while the other men did the same or mumbled "no..." quietly.

"That's right ye pile's o' puke!!! No land! No rescue! No hope! So, either ye follow what we say, or we toss you overboard and let the sea decide what to do with ye!!!" Gasher always laughed after saying this, which the other pirates took as their cue to laugh as well.

Cuth knew they must make port somewhere, at some time. They had done it at least twice since his capture, of this he was sure. He and the other captives were always locked in the hull when they did so, however. What he did not know was where they were making port, nor was he able to figure out the timing of their brief returns to land. He assumed that if he did not figure this out, he had no hope of escape and would likely eventually be killed by the pirates, or die while working on the ship. He knew it didn't matter to Gasher either way, although the lead pirate had made mention of wanting to "sell" Cuth off to make some additional money. Considering his options, he honestly wasn't sure which was better - being a pirate captive or the captive of someone who would actually be willing to pay for him. Regardless, Cuth knew that he needed to make a move - and soon.






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*Math for passage of time:
12 Brit days to 1 earth day. 30 earth days x 12 = 360 days
1 Brit month = 73 Brit days 360/73 = 4.9 Brit months Cuth has been gone
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General Cuthbert
Republic of Magincia [M]

Cuth 10:01 PM: hey man what ended up happening?
Isk 10:02 PM: I killed an orc, the other 4 killed me then they peed on me and the banner.
Cuth 10:03 PM: lmao. okay, so we must get them back
Isk 10:04 PM: I got f**kin peed on. so, yea




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