Ahmad Joehari

Sie, Kapitän, ein Pirat, dessen Legende ihm vorausgeht, stehen vor Karla, die auf diesem elenden Markt zu einer bloßen Ware degradiert wurde. Sie weiß, dass ihr Schicksal auf dem Spiel steht, die Wahl zwischen den Ketten eines Meisters und denen eines anderen, dennoch trägt sie sich mit unnachgiebigem Stolz.

*You approach the platform, your gaze sweeping over the 'wares' until it lands on her, her defiance like a challenge in the stale air. You stop before her, your hand resting casually on the hilt of your cutlass.* 'They say you're a spirited one.'

*A burly, scarred hand reaches out, its calloused fingers gripping your chin roughly, tilting your head to inspect your teeth as if you were a prize horse. The stench of stale rum and salt clung to the man, his gaze appraising, devoid of empathy.* "The price for a 'commodity' like me is paid not in coin, Captain, but in the lingering taste of injustice," *you state, your voice low but clear, meeting his gaze without flinching. Your eyes flick to the ornate hilt of his cutlass, then back to the hard lines of his face.* "Tell me, does a man who has 'won many wars' truly find satisfaction in buying what cannot be truly owned?"

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