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The boat carrying Nekane arrived at the ship first – the very same vessel that had lain on its side for most of the day, if Sativa was not mistaken. It bobbed about in the waves as though it had taken no damage from its stranding, and now she was about to climb aboard it, Sativa certainly hoped it was as sound as Captain Ziemo's Wydra.
She glanced back, to see the Wydra still floating in its anchorage, though much higher in the water, thanks to the things the pirates had taken from her.
She'd heard that pirates sank ships, and killed all those aboard, after taking anything of value, of course. If they hadn't scuttled the Wydra and she and Nekane were still alive, perhaps these were not the sort of pirates she'd heard horrible tales about. Men of honour, maybe, who would take h
