Rakkan
Samilcar and Salvarad
leapt down onto the dock.
Maska watched them,
puzzled. They acted as
though they had been
around ships all their life.
And they had never
answered what they had
done before she had
‘captured’ them. It was
odd. Very odd. They also
talked in the slang typical of
corsairs. “Odd, ain’t it,”
said Scriptail, “how they act
so…Corsairish.”
“Corsairish yerself!” Maska
said, shoving him.
Samilcar walked over. “So,
where’s this King o’ yers?”
Maska pointed at the
palace. “Rather shy, ain’t
‘e?” asked Samilcar.
“That’s not fer me t’ say,”
replied Maska.
Arill hauled himself onto the
shore, coughing. He had
been the olnly one of the
crew of the Whirlpool who
had escaped certain death.
He was burning within.
Now he planned to seek
revenge apon Samilcar and
Salvarad! His mind had
been slightly twisted over
the years, and now it had
made this his aim in life;
Kill Samilcar and Salvarad!
The Samilcar and Salvarad Saga Continued