Post by Hakumen on May 16, 2023 11:54:56 GMT -5
Xaela the Doctor WC: 548 Post Count: 1
The sun shone brightly on the little island of Notice, its port having a few people going about their usual business on such a good day. Civilians would occasionally stop to gawk at the new ship that had just arrived, the large vessel clearly supporting a modest crew. The thing that drew their eyes however was not the ships size or how many people it could hold... No it was the flag that blew in the wind proudly.
Pirates...
This pirates were no names, a run of the mill group who scavenged the seas like vultures claiming to be pirates. Little more than small fry, but unfortunately to one individual, he was their prisoner.
"Get a move on Mutt!"
Called the captain of the ship, a bloated fat man who got rich off the spoils of other pirates. A small name of Graen Whait who didn't like fighting himself, but forced his crew to do his bidding. If they disobeyed, he had them thrown over board. The mutt in question however, was a mink named Xaela, who currently held the name of Mutt thanks to his captain.
"Aye Sir...."
'Mutt' replied as he gently grabbed a crate only for the rotted wood of the crate to give way. This caused 'Mutt' to almost fall backwards only to bump into one of the large crew members who had their back turned. Turning to see who bumped into him, the pirate promptly back handed him with his fist. This caused 'Mutt' to then fall onto the ground where he lay for a moment clutching his cheek.
Of course he was promptly scolded by the captain for the crate and not working, proclaiming him to be a worthless dog. 'Mutt' said nothing but a simple whimper as he got back to work, slowly picking up the pieces that were in the crate. The items soon transferred to a new crate and 'Mutt' was finally done after several hours of work.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, the mink smiled now that his work was done. It was good to feel relaxed now, and as he took a seat on one of the nearby wooden pier support pillars. The mink leaning forward and placing his head in his hands while he tried to rest. The rest of the crew had long left him with all the work, the mink was of course watched by one of the crew so he didn't run away. But 'Mutt' had been tasked with completely loading the cargo alone. A job that normally would take three hours at most, was turned into an eight hour job.
It was clear 'Mutt' was exhausted, his hands were shaking and his body was weak. He had struggled at the end, but he had done it... For now. They would most likely order more at the next port and he would load it as well. It was always the same, repeating the same things over and over again. He was so tired he could barely move his limbs, not including from the disease he had.
Barely able to use one tenth of his original strength, 'Mutt' was weaker than most humans unfortunately. With no combat training and this disease... every escape attempt had ended in failure. He was trapped... forever here.