"Doricky killed people with his hands and bombs, I don't remember anything about a pistol." Delor (I don't recall if I said her name, that's her name its Delor) did not necessarily believe me, it was upsetting after all the trust we'd built up over like twenty minutes of talking.
"It was left out of the official record, but trust me it was all this pistols doing." Delor looked at me skeptically with her eye.
"So? What do you care what the buyer does with it?"
"Did you not listen to the story? THERE IS NO BUYER! The gun has brought you here to get itself free, you're being played." She laughed, she laughed long and hard.
"Lock him up." I felt the shackles close on my wrists before I even could turn around, not like it mattered because they don't do shit to me, but still it was mildly alarming for them to just do this to me. I went with my jailer to a cell they'd built down below the work camp, there were plenty of people down there that looked rough to put it mildly. Successfully away from the other pirates and in an isolated place I burned the shackles off my hands (still hurts, hot metal will mess up your wrists something fierce). The pirate escorting me was surprised for the three second he was still around before necromancy dealt with him. Thankfully I remembered my way out of the prison area in that it took me like an hour of wandering around hoping no one noticed I wasn't actually locked up before I discovered where they stored the environmental suits and found my personal one. By the time I was suited up the other pirates had discovered I hadn't actually been locked up and they were coming for me, so I did the only sensible thing and blew up the camp.
Ok I said sensible, but I meant Lorentino. It's weird how those two words are linked in my mind.
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