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"So waht du yoa thinka.." said a large man, as he opened up the rustly lock
"..yoa goeng to fecth o lot ohf goldh coihen.." and slamming open the door "
..for teh ransome" in front of a man sitting cloaked whole in red.

The room was all but large, it had one dryed candle hanging by the ceiling
by a glass cup, a table with no chair and a rough cot missing with hay.

Going towards the other, "So waht du yoa thinka!" said the man as he pulled
up the edge of the cloak to reveal sharp twigs of burnt yellow sticking out
of a shape . The missing chair appeared from behind "huh" and knocked the
man out of his senses. " On the contrary, I think you must first have the
barter to trade" said Doniv, as he rolled up his cloak and walked towards
the opened door.

Huge sacks of jute occupied the next room, as one walked along the line and
over some rats which holed for the journey. Wood became darker here, as it
let towards a loose hatch which locked the store from outside. On the corner
behind a sack, had few gold coins thrown rolling from a purse, a sword and
pages torn from a dairy.

A small surge of anger passed as Doniv picked up the sword and picked up the
coins to its purse. " why!!!" he questioned himself, or rather 'who'.
Piercing his sword through the small gap which separated the hatch, he
lunged his weight on the hilt.

" Yoa theer.." shouted the man from behind, strached his head by his
back "..waht
yoa doith" and started running towards Doniv. Clutching hold of the hilt,
Doniv pulled it back  " A way out of here" and put his leg over the mans
left. Bending a bit to his right, he caught hold of the others hands and let
him stumble towards the hatch.

The smell of fresh salt and sounds of creaky wood filled his ears and the
pathway blasted open with force. " Thank you" said Doniv as he helped
himself walk on the large man and entered the deck. "He got skimkey" shouted
a man who had his hands by the ropes of the sails, " Lets get him boys"
shouted another who bashed his hands by a wooden chunk.

Gesturing his hand in the air by his palm " Wait" said Doniv, as he tied his
cloak by under his arm and the knot behind his neck. He bowed towards the
odd crew a bit "Thank you for waiting" and ran towards the edge of the ship
waving his sword violently by his side.

"You would not jump in these waters..", grinned one of the thugs "..It
floats a cursed land.." who advanced towards him " ..which seems gate way
from hell". Doniv looked in the air, bit the blade of his sword by his teeth
with grinning pain and " Those odds are better than...well..here" took a
plunge into the ocean.
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