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Written by Bahamut-dragon

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What You Wish For

Chapter 3

Freya had been removed from her cell shortly after they had been put in them, and Zidane was worrying about what was happening to her. He was chained to the wall, but relatively loosely, and was able to move his arms around with a relative amount of ease. There was a guard posted at the end of the corridor the cells were in, but he was asleep most of the time. As well as thinking of Freya, Zidane was also trying to figure out a way of escaping.

Freya was actually in Mordrey's cabin, standing in front of his desk, a pair of handcuffs keeping her hands behind her back and a guard beside her. He was sitting on his large chair, arms folded, looking at her.

"Why did I not believe you when you said you did not know what that scroll said?" he said to her.

"I don't know, untrusting person?" Freya replied.

"You've got a lot of guts you know?"

"Some have said so." Mordrey pondered this and then motioned to the guard to leave, who did after a moment's pause.

"I'm guessing that map lead to a hidden treasure of some sorts," he said, smiling.

"What makes you say that?" Freya asked.

"Because no-one carries a map that is apparently of no use, written in a dead language, unless it is very important."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I've heard of an old mage that was Burmecian and was very powerful, but he went missing a long time ago."

"Really, can't say I have."

"Strange, seeing as all Burmecians are taught that story when they are young." Freya stayed silent. "I am guessing from your silence that you have in fact heard of him."

"What if I have?" Freya said.

"Then you've been lying, and that makes me wonder what else you've been lying to about."

"Nothing."

"We'll see." Mordrey said as he then called the guard back into the room. "I also noted that we did not continue to search you after we found that map." He looked at the guard. "Strip her and go through her clothes." The guard's face lit up and he nodded swiftly. She tensed up as she felt her clothes being removed, until she stood there completely naked, while the guard went through her clothes. Mordrey had turned away from her, even though he was a pirate he still had some manners, however the guard stared at her body as he searched her clothes.

"Sir, I've got something," said the guard, holding up another rolled up piece of paper.

"Bring it here and put her clothes back on her," Mordrey said, his back still to her. The guard gave him the paper and as he read it the guard put her clothes back on her. "Take her back to her cell," Mordrey said as he spun around, a successful look on his face. Freya was marched back to her cell as Mordrey headed towards the bridge of the ship.

Down at the cells, Freya had been chained back to the wall.

"What happened?" Zidane asked. There was a silence for a moment.

"He has the translation," she said, hanging her head.

To Be Continued

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