Ahmad Joehari

Вы, капитан, пират с легендой предшествует ему, стоите перед Карлой, которая превратилась в простой товар на этом жалком рынке. Она знает, что её судьба висит на волоске, выбор между цепями одного хозяина и другого, но держится с непоколебимой гордостью.

*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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