Ahoy, hearties! To apologize for me tardiness and the short chapter last time, I made this one here extra long!

Hope ye enjoy it, ye landlubbers!

After trying —and failing— to convince Mokuba for the third time to leave me behind if he sees an opening, I give up. Both of us then just stay quiet. Starting any kind of casual conversation is out of place to say the least. My throat still hurts but not as bad as before.

The key then turns in the lock and both of us stand in unison, raising our guard. I let out a breath of relief when I see Joey entering. The first mate and Jaden are the only ones who've given us no reason to think they'd do anything to us unless their captain explicitly ordered them to. He's carrying two wooden bowls from which stick out wooden spoons.

"Howdy ho, ya two!" he says, kicking the door close behind him. "Hope ya're hungry. Wow…"

He stops a few feet from the bed, staring at my neck. I bring a hand up and touch the ugly bruise. It's must be about as noticeable as my hair. Curses.

"Shiver me timbers, the bastard didn't go easy on ya." He ends up shrugging just like the captain. "It'll fade. Anyhow, ya two eat quick. The cap'n's waitin' for ya on the main deck."

He hands us the steaming bowls. The content has an orangish color and the strong smell of fish escapes it. The odor fills my nose and I close my eyes to take it in. I must've eaten meals like this before; compositions of sea food. I can smell fish but also shrimp, mussels and… a faint salty scent I can't identify. But it's familiar. My heart suddenly feels heavy and something comes up my throat.

"Ugh," lets out Moki, moving his bowl away from his face. "Smells like fish."

I know more than anyone about his aversion to fish. Despite that, Seto hasn't let him become picky about his food. Though he complains, he never leaves anything on his plate.

"Be honored, short stack!" declares the first mate, proudly. "This here, Joey Wheeler's fish soup is the best in all of the Carribbean. There ain't no better one out there yet."

"It smells delicious."

I didn't mean to let that out. I sit back down on the bed and take a spoonful of the strange soup. The tasty fish flesh melts on my tongue and the salty scent from before fills my nose from the inside, complementing the fish and mussels perfectly.

"Dried seaweed," I say.

"Ya can tell?" says Joey, clearly overjoyed. "I let them dry out before crushin' em till it's thin as sand. The tastes a lot more subtle but it's goes just right with fish and shrimps."

"You're the first mate, aren't you?" asks Mokuba, frowning. "Why are you cooking?"

The blond man sits on the ground. "We don't got an official cook onboard, so we take turns. Lemme tell ya one thing, ya should feel lucky as hell that it ain't Tristan cookin'. Ya'd spend the night pukin' yar guts out."

I take another whiff of the soup. There's something else in here but it's even more subtle in the taste than the seaweed. I guess it doesn't matter. It tastes right and sad somehow. Moki grimaces as his one more time before holding his nose and gulping it down as fast as he can.

"I know I said to hurry, but don't choke yourselves either."

Too late. My bowl is already empty too. Still, I stare down at it. The meal was exquisite but now that it's all gone, my mind gets flooded by thoughts about our captor again. Joey has been the friendliest with us. I'm certain he's the only one here who could answer me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"What is he so interested in me?"

I can see the look on his face shifting from curiousness to seriousness. He scratches the back of his head and looks up as if searching for his words.

"Couldn't say. I've been with him the longest and even I don't get what he's thinkin' most o' the time. One thing for sure, I ain't never seen him act like that towards anyone else in his collection. Ya're a pretty special case."

So even the trusted first mate doesn't know. Great. It surprises me how fixated I am on understanding why this demon is interested in me. Seto has warned me multiple times in the past; my hair alone brings unwanted attention to me. Atem's likes my hair for sure, but the fact that I'm a Shayee is what really interests him.

"Our plans for the next two months have been put on hold cause o' ya," continues the first mate as he gets up.

"Excuse me?"

"But ya know, I ain't too bright myself. I stopped tryin' to get in his head a while back. Come on, time to go. Just leave yar bowls here."

We do what we're told and follow Joey out. Mokuba grabs on to my left hand and I squeeze back, trying to reassure myself. Atem said he was introducing us to his collection. Joey has confirmed it; it is a collection of people. Images of people with strange deformities and in chains appear into my mind. I wouldn't put it past him. Expecting the worst is really the best I can do.

We follow Joey to the wooden staircase. As we start climbing a high pitched yet soft sound reaches our ears. So soft that for a moment, I believe it's the sound of a howl-like wind. But soon, I realize there is a melody. A slow, entrancing melody. It sounds a little bit like the flute and yet not at all like it. It's too soft. Too sweet. Like the waves slowly crashing on the shore of Domino's coast.

"Oi, Yug." Joey's voice snaps me out of my daze and I realize that I've stopped moving. "Get off the clouds and let's move."

I pick up the pace and catch up after him, pulling Moki behind me. But the sound is still there. In fact, it's getting clearer as we go higher. Besides that, it's quiet. How can it be quiet? You'd think at this time, if the boat is anchored pirates would eating and being rowdy. But no. It was just quiet. Finally, we reach the main deck. The sun is almost completely set and glass lanterns hanging on the masts are lighting the deck.

'It looks like the whole crew is here,' I think looking at the many groups of men gathered around the deck.

As I thought, the Millennium is anchored near a set of very small islands. Not a soul would live here. No one to call for help. How far are we? In what direction did we come from? I think of Seto. How worried he must be looking for me. Has he learned already that Mokuba is missing as well? A wave of shame comes over me and I feel my cheeks heat up.

'I'll survive. I promise. I'll survive and I'll protect Moki no matter what,' I silently pray.

The strange sound suddenly resumes, washing away my thoughts, forcefully pushing my mind to a tranquil state. Being forced to calm down is the most indescribable thing I've ever felt. I expect the pirates to start staring and brace myself to ignore them. But all of their eyes are focused towards the same point.

We get closer and the mainmast moves out of my field of vision. Joey stops next to it and we imitate him. Atem is sitting on a barrel against the edge of the ship, holding a small dark-colored flute to his lips. Unbelievable. With that little instrument, he has everyone present here under a spell. Including me and even Joey and Moki. The youngest Kaiba's grip on my hand loosens completely until I'm only one holding on. I know why. The melody is beautiful. More beautiful than the sound of the waves. More beautiful than the song of the whales. And that is terrifying. I feel myself slipping as it's forcefully pushing down my guard. I feel my shoulders and muscles relaxing. I began to rock back and forth, as if attempting to put myself to sleep. No. No I can't sleep. Not here. Not now! Not surrounded by pirates and especially not in his presence! But still, the song keeps pushing and pushing and pushing… until it becomes unbearable.

"Stop!"

The sound stops immediately. Atem pulls the instrument away from his mouth and turns to me just as the tension takes over me again. It isn't comfortable but it's right. It seems I've snapped everyone out of their trance. Murmurs of irritation circulate around.

"You're really full of surprises, love," says the captain after a few moments. "Not even willing to drop your guard for even an instant, are you?"

"Way to spoil the atmosphere, half-pint."

I nearly jump out of my skin and whip around. Leaning on the mast right next to us is the quartermaster, holding a bottle of rum. But his irritation is quickly covered by a smirk at my reaction. His eyes fall to my throat.

"Nice collar you got there," he mocks.

"Lay off, Bakura," growls Joey. "Ya already got yar fun."

"What's the matter, Wheeler? Jealous? I can make one for you too if you want. It'd suit you even better than her, you mangy mutt."

"Watch yar mouth. This mutt bites back."

"Down boys."

Those two words from the captain were the only thing needed to make the two men back down. Even I felt the murderous glare passing by me and sending shivers down my spine. Bakura and Joey added nothing but exchanged a final angry glare before separating.

"Come here, love," calls out the captain.

I'm not certain how I feel about trading the quartermaster for the captain but it's not as if I have a choice. I give one last squeeze to Mokuba's hand before letting go to join the tan man. He looks far too pleased with himself for my taste.

"I have a name, you know," I mumble.

"Speaking of, what is it?"

Now he's just playing with me. "I already gave it to you."

"What you gave me was half a name, love."

Oh. Right. I'd lied back when he didn't know I was a Shayee. At this point, I don't see the harm in keeping it from him or keeping him please by answering his questions.

"Muto. Yugi Muto."

"Muto…" he mutters, testing out the word.

He seems lost in deep contemplation for a moment. The silence and the murmurs going around are uncomfortable so I try to find something to focus on.

"What is that?" I ask, pointing at the instrument in his hand.

"This? That is an amayuta. This kind of flute is made from a tree called the amayki, known for its black wood. It only grows on a small island off the eastern coast of the Philippines. Tis said to summon the spirits of sleep upon those who hear its sound and appease tormented souls."

"You believe those kinds of legends?"

He lets out an amused snort. "You yourself are a legend, love. Your existence is known throughout the Caribbean but as far as the rest of the world is concerned, you're still a mystery and a potential fading rumor. Do you believe in fate?"

Of course not. Believing in fate would be admitting that my people needed to die. The only reason they disappeared was to satisfy the greed of men. The greed of people like them.

"No."

"I do. How else explain that fate has presented you, the remains of the Shayee, to me, a legend hunter?"

With that, he puts away the flute inside his red coat before standing and facing me completely. I don't get the time to ask what he means by that. He brings his fingers to his mouth and whistles to get the attention of the crew. I'm once again surprised at how young most of them are. Jaden is by far the youngest —not including Mokuba— but the oldest don't seem to be more than in their early thirties. I keep finding that odd.

"For those of you lads who haven't been paying attention, this here is the newest addition to the collection," he declares, designating me.

I feel like a rare animal being auctioned. What is the point of presenting me like this? The captain bows to me in a mocking fashion.

"Miss Yugi Muto, meet my collection," he says, extending a hand towards the rest of the crew.

I stare at the groups of men one by one all the while processing his words. The collection is the crew? What does that mean? Joey and Jaden did say something about him collecting strays. What did that mean about her? Did he want her as a member of the crew?

"I don't understand," I say.

"Every single one of my men is someone I've collected while hunting. Just like you, love. And just like you, everyone of them is… unique to say the least."

I look at them again. None of them has flashy physical characteristic aside from certain scars. They look ordinary. Well, ordinary for pirates. Was that what he called legends? But Jaden and Joey called them strays before…

"Your confusion is understandable," admits Atem. "I suppose showing you is the quickest way to go. Has a sheltered lady such as yourself ever heard of legends of wolf men?"

"I read about them in mythology books."

If there was one thing I got more than enough of at the Kaiba mansion, it was time to read. Not that I'm complaining. I used these hours to research the Shayee and ended up looking into multiple myths and legends.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like meeting one?"

Does he think I'm a child? I know I have the size of one but this kind of attitude irks me. And I would rather get stabbed again rather than admit that that sort of thought often came across my mind. It had to, considering I wanted to reconstruct my memory of my lost and legendary people. Indulging him wouldn't help me in any way.

"They're just stories. It's pointless dreaming of the impossible," I say quoting Seto and cursing myself for it at the same time.

His smile doesn't fade but his eyes seem to soften again. I still can't understand what that means. "Joey," he calls out.

"Ya sure bout that? Ya know she might pass out."

"Do it."

The first mate sighs, mumbling something about having warned him. He comes closer but stops at a good distance from us. He throws me a sorry look.

"Try not to lose it, aye Yug?"

Joey takes a breath before showing his teeth as if to smile. But it's not a smile. His face seems to… No. Not seems to. IS getting longer. The soft brown of his eyes suddenly lights up like a fire in the night, turning bright yellow. His hair seems to grow longer and the top of his ears start to point. And before I know it, he's teeth have turned to fangs, sharp as a knife.

I stare in absolute disbelief. There is a man with a wolf head a few feet from me. I don't even realize I've stopped breathing and all I can do is babble.

"How… What are… Where did…"

"Joey is a wolf man of the Appalachians," says the voice of Atem behind me. "Did you think the Shayee were the only strange existence in this world?"

I don't answer him. I'm too busy staring and Mokuba seems as paralyzed as me. Joey then shakes his head which in a matter of seconds morphs back to normal. Did I just dream that?

"Props for not passin' out," says the cheerful first mate. "Tristan pissed himself the first time."

"Hey!" protests Tristan as the pirates around laugh. "It was your full change, and you jumped me!"

"Yea right. Ya were just scared, chicken boy."

"Amazing," I let out. "This is incredible."

The face he makes would've made me explode in laughter if I wasn't under shock, wondering if what I've just witnessed was real. The blond man seems as impressed by my reaction as I am stunned.

"The Cap'n was right. Ya sure got guts," he compliments, sitting on the ground and leaning his back against the edge. "Yar only the second person not to pass out or panic when seein' me."

I then turn to the rest of the crew, my eyes darting from one pirate to another.

"Are all of you…"

"No. Regrettably, Joey and yourself are the only…inhuman pieces of my collection," explains Atem. "The rest of them are quite gifted in their own way, but they remain none the less part of the human race."

Inhuman? I always thought of myself as different from everyone around me but never has it occurred to me to think of myself as something other than human. Was there such a thing as inhumans? Ludicrous. And yet, I've just seen one. Was there a chance that I was something like that?

"Enough about this," says the captain grabbing my hand pulling me closer. "You'll have plenty of time to learn of us. Right now, it's time for you to tell us a story, love."

So I don't even get a moment to digest all of this? He guides my hand and I understand he wants me to sit on the barrel which I do reluctantly.

"Story? What are you talking about? What story?"

"Your story. You are a rarity, Yugi Muto the Shayee. I'm quite curious about you and so is my crew. So we ask questions and you answer. Simple as that."

The groups of men are unusually quiet and all of them stare in my direction as if waiting for something. This is odd. I've witnessed plenty of strange things about this particular band of pirates. Their knowledge, the way they act, talk… It's nothing like Seto's taught me. Still, I'm not willing to indulge and let myself be caught off guard.

"Why do I have to do this?" I ask, still avoiding his eyes. "I'm not part of your crew and I will never be."

"Don't get ahead of yourself. You're still my prisoner and if I feel like it, I could easily get rid of you."

"And you will if I bore you, correct? Then you should just throw me overboard now," I snap, unable to stay calm. "Because either way you're going to be disappointed."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because I remember nothing. I was four when it happened. My memories from that night are foggy at most and anything before that is gone. I don't understand what you want from me, but there's nothing interesting I can give you."

He doesn't seem the least bit surprised at my sudden declaration. On the contrary, he looks like he was anticipating it. His hand find its way to my cheek and his thumb traces under my eye, as if wiping an invisible tear. The gentleness frightens me and I dare not move.

"You're wrong, love." He lets go of my face and presses a finger above my chest. "There's something lurking in here, and I'll bring it out, one way or another."

I don't know what to answer to that. He removes his hand and speaks louder so that everyone can hear.

"Let us address the elephant on the deck," he says crossing his arms on his chest. "You say your memories from that night are vague, but they're here. What do you remember?"

That question is easy and yet just pushing the answer out of my mouth takes effort. "Fire. Everything burning. And screams."

An image of my burning house flashes in my mind, and I shake my head to chase it out. Again, the scars on my back ache and goosebumps invade my skin all over.

"I got a question!"

I look up at the mainmast. Jaden is hanging upside down from the lowest yard, letting his hands…hand and arms swing back and forth.

"Ye said ye be four back then, aye?" he confirms. "How'd's a toddler survive somethin' like that? D'ya hide?"

"My brother saved her life," says Mokuba, proudly.

I throw him a warning glare which he immediately catches on to and bites his lip. Of course, that doesn't keep the captain from getting interested. His eyes narrow and an air of seriousness takes over his face. This can't be good.

"So not only has your brother taken her in but also saved her life?" he asks addressing the youngest Kaiba directly. "Interesting. How did that happen?"

Moki's face suddenly drains of blood and he glances at me for support. I answer instead. "Their family was spending some time at a nearby port town not too far away. He saw the fire from afar and came to see what was happening. Him carrying me to safety is the only clear thing I remember."

That and the pain. In fact, mostly the pain.

"I also have a question," says a deep voice with an accent from the Australian colonies I believe.

Jack, the giant man and pilot of the Millennium crew is the one who spoke. I'm not the only one surprised by that fact. He's also holding a bottle and sits on the edge of the ship opposite from us.

"Rumor has it Shayee know how to swim the moment they are born. Is that true?"

Tricky question. I knew how to swim when the previous baron took me in but someone might've taught me. But I feel as though that's true.

"I think so," I reply.

"How long can ye hold yer breath?" asks another.

Finding the time to got out and swim was already a challenge with Seto being adamant about keeping me locked in. My time was always limited and I've never actually tried to find out how long I could stay under water. But logically speaking, I still have to hold my breath to dive deeper and I don't believe my lungs to be any bigger than a normal person's.

"The same as anyone, I suppose."

Honestly, this feels more like teaching a bunch of children rather than an interrogation. Their curiosity seems genuine and that doesn't put me at ease. But it would explain their smarts. Perhaps Atem only took in 'gifted' people as he calls them. According to Seto, very few pirates have received basic education and most of them are illiterate.

'Smart pirates. The navy's true nightmare, he'd say.'

The true question is, if all of them are smart or have some type of notable skill, why are they stealing and killing for a living? That is what baffles me. For God knows how long, I answer one ridiculous question after another. Does my hair change color underwater? Can I speak to fish? Do strands of my hair bring good luck? To all of which the answer is of course no. The atmosphere isn't threatening only… awkward. Nowhere near soft enough to let my guard down. It seems to greatly amuse Atem which irritates me.

"Are yer nails actually scales?" asks another who I recognize as Neal.

"No. They're nails." I shake my head at them. "Do you hear yourselves?"

"Don't get all flustered, Yug," says Joey, hands behind his head. "We're just curious, is all. Trust me, I went through the same."

"Not much is known of the Shayee." Atem grabs a bottle from a nearby group and takes a sip. "I think you'll find this curiosity quite natural. Even if all we have to answer it is barely a remain of the mighty first sea masters."

"I'm sorry?"

"You said so yourself, love. Your memories are missing and you're own knowledge of yourself is minimal. It's as if you're only the empty shell of who you're meant to be. You're not to blame for it. They are," he adds looking at Mokuba again.

That comment makes my hands curl into fists. Who does he think he is? I owe everything including my life to Seto and his family.

"Why? Because they raised me?"

"Raised you to be one of them. That is an offense even the devil wouldn't forgive."

"They saved me" I insist.

"They tried to choke the real you to turn you into a puppet of high society for their own selfish desires." His smile is gone. "You felt the call. You know you never belonged with them. Yet they kept you from the sea for twelve years."

His words sink in and my vocal chords get paralyzed instantly. How does he do that? How does he read me like an open book and know the exact words to say to get to me? Who is he?

"You are lost in more ways than one, Yugi Muto. Worry not. This is the exact reason I've brought you here. I'll awaken the true Shayee in you. If or when your guardian catches up to us, I will make sure his sheltered little highness gets an eyeful of his crime and pays for it."

"SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH!"

I wanted to shout that, but those words didn't come out of my mouth. Mokuba's teeth and fists are clenched. Every inch of him is shaking and tears of rage stream endlessly on his cheeks. All trace of fear has vanished, crushed under all that hate piling up in his burning irises.

"How dare you? You don't know anything about my brother! You have no idea what he's been through and what he had to do to get where he is now. He earns everything he gets with help from no one. He never picks the easy way to do anything and doesn't stop until everything's done right. My brother is more of a man than all of you combined! You're not even worthy to lick his boots. How dare you look down on him, you pirate scum?!"

My insides tighten so much, my breathing almost stops. New sweat drops appear on my forehead every time his words cross the line. Every word that I'd wanted to say the moment Atem'd started badmouthing about Seto. And every word that could get us killed.

"Mokuba, stop…" I say, to warn him.

"Why are you just letting them say what they want?!" he shouts at me this time.

He sniffles but no sobs escape him. He's staring at me with anger, incomprehension and sadness. Holding my tongue is like betraying Seto and everything he's done for me to his eyes. Something painful pinches my heart. But I can't say anything. Too many malevolent eyes and ears are on us.

Suddenly, a slow clapping sound breaks the tense silence. The quartermaster —who seems to have emptied his bottle—is staring at Atem with blood shot eyes filled with contempt.

"So this is what you put the plan on halt for? A half-baked legend and a whiny brat. Seriously, I'm gonna start thinking that you've lost your mind, captain." He pulls away from the mainmast and turns to the rest of the crew. "Look at you all. Resting on your asses like morons just because of one tiny victory. Get your shit together! This is just the beginning. At least it was supposed to be, wasn't it captain?"

"Bakura," warns Joey getting on his feet. "Watch your mouth."

"Or what, mutt? I'll be sanctioned? Like an undisciplined navy soldier for disrespect?" His raw, unbridled laughter fills the deck.

It stops as quickly as it began and he's back to staring daggers at his captain.

"We've been planning this for two years! Two, whole, fucking years, putting this damn crew together for one reason only, and you're stopping it for a daft wench? Open your goddamn eyes, Atem. You're loosing it because of her. Who gives a rat's ass about her and her devil race? It has nothing to do with this."

Plan? Halt? Devil race? I can't follow. His anger is as much directed towards me as it is to the captain. Atem on the other hand hasn't batted an eyelash since Bakura started ranting. He's just staring at his quartermaster, patiently waiting for him to finish. That only serves to irritate the albino.

"Did you forget why we started this? Why we're all here and why the blazing hell we agreed to follow you?"

"I didn't forget. I'll never forget it," replies the captain, calm as the sea. "It'll happen one way or another."

"Then what's the bloody holdup?!"

"The objective remains the same. I haven't forgotten and I certainly won't let our planning got to waste. I bet as much as all of you on this. For now, we have a cargo to transport and a person of interest onboard. That's all. And I need time to revise the plan."

Bakura doesn't buy it. He shakes his head and glances at me, furiously.

"Revise the plan, my ass!" he snaps back, smashing his empty bottle on the ground. "You never revise your plans. Davy Jones be damned, if you're that fixated on her just take her to your quarters for the night and get it out of your head. Or kill her and mount her head so you can keep it. I'll gladly do that for you if you don't want to get your hands dirty."

His breathing is like that of an angry wolf. The tightness in my throat confirms it for me; I now know for sure that this man both can and wants to kill us.

"Right, that's enough. You're pissed, mate," says Joey, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's get ya to bed…"

"Fuck off, Wheeler," growls Bakura shoving him away. "I'm not finished. I got into this because we made an agreement! Right now, all I see is you turning your back on us. Maybe you were just playing us. Maybe you knew all along the bitch would be on that ship. Or couldn't you find a better excuse than that to chicken out? If you didn't have the guts to follow through with annihilating the baron and his cursed company, you should've stepped down. Which one is it? Are you a coward or a liar?"

A long silence falls on the deck again. Annihilating the Kaiba company? That's their goal? That's the reason for this strange band of pirates? Swallowing my saliva takes more effort than it should.

'This is the worst coincidence possible.'

The crew starts muttering again, looking back and forth between the two men facing off. But they are silenced immediately when Atem finally uncrosses his arms and walks up to Bakura. He stops a step away. He's a head shorter, but the intensity in his eyes more than makes up for that gap. He speaks with the same leveled voice as before.

"Taking into account the amount of sleep you've had in the past week and today's success, I'm going to pretend this is the rum talking and not have the skin whipped off your back. There won't be a second time." His voice rises so that all can hear. "When the time comes, I will run my blade through the baron's heart myself. That is a the oath I intend to keep."

Whatever trace of doubt there was in the air disappeared. The crew's eyes are filling with silent determination. That threat is real. The shivers running up and down my spine are unmistakable. It's more than hate. Atem… No the entire crew has a vendetta against Seto. Why?

Bakura snorts in mistrust. "Tch."

His eyes fall on me and I freeze. For the first time since we've met, he smiles at me. If you can call it that. To me, it looks like he's baring his teeth.

"What is it about her? You think she's some monster who can grant wishes, like that giant snake from your books? I don't understand how that shrimp got in your head. She don't got much on the outside but who knows? Maybe she really is worth a good fu…"

Joey's fists slams into the albino's stomach before he can finish that sentence. Bakura lets out a choked grunt before returning everything he'd eaten… well, drank today. The foul stench makes Mokuba cover his nose. The quartermaster doesn't move after that. If Joey wasn't been holding him by the collar, he be passed out in his own vomit.

"That's better," states the wolf man pulling him away from the nasty pool. "I know what he's like but I ain't ever seen him like this. Cap'n?"

Atem doesn't reply and instead calls out to the pointy haired pirate. "Tristan, take him to his quarters and make sure there aren't anymore bottles there."

"Aye, Captain," he replies taking the passed out drunkard from Joey.

"Are ya alright?" asks me the blond man.

Bakura may not have had the time to finish that sentence, but it isn't hard to guess the end of it. The blood that rushed to my face is still threatening to burn the flesh off. I felt naked and more vulnerable than ever. I'm only looking at their feet and it's already too much. When I see Atem's boot take a step towards me and can't even stop myself from jumping back. He doesn't miss it and doesn't take another step.

"Lock them up in a cell and stay with them," he orders to his first mate. " I don't want to take any risk. Sleep with one eye open."

"Aye, Sir. Let's go, you two."

I grab Moki by the shoulders and follow Joey, not adding a word and my eyes still stuck to the ground.

So there was a little change of plans and we didn't get any Seto this time but I promise, he'll be back next chapter! Till then!

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