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The crash woke Josh. His joints popped as he folded his sore legs and propped himself against the damp wall. His teeth chattered and he clenched his jaw to stop, straining to decipher the chaotic sounds echoing through the dark corridors outside his cell. Men shouted in unfamiliar languages, the voices approaching.
"What's that?"
"They are coming," Delmar answered, his voice grim and rough like rocks rubbing together inside a burlap sack.
In the weeks since Josh’s arrival, the area had been relatively quiet other than the silent guard bringing the same, inedible slop of slithering mucus. Several times, he wondered if the pirates had buried them inside this underground cavern because it was an inexpensive way to kill their prisoners. But the green-slop-carrying pirate continued to br
