“Scott!” Lissa cried, struggling hopelessly to escape the captain’s searching fingers. “Scott, why is this happening? Why are we trapped in the past? I don’t want to be sold into slavery!”
“Hush, ye beauty,” the captain growled. “Ye blather on with your foolishness just like Scott.”
Scott carried the trembling captive into the small, dark cabin. The large bed stood in one corner. It was easy to guess what treasures this pirate ship most often plundered. There were short chains bolted to each corner post, with iron manacles at their ends. Scott cast the poor girl down on her back and swiftly snapped the manacles around her wrists and ankles. She struggled a moment, then gave up in a burst of tears.
Scott sat down on the bed next to her, and gently caressed her cheek. “I don’t know how I
