25
Oct
16

Return

Barbary pirates

The poor bugger.  They hardly dared move him.  Pain stabbed him  ..  even drawing breath made him shudder.  How far was it back?  A couple of miles?  Bare-footed, stoney grit tearing at the soles  ..  every step back to that hellhole hurt.
Poor sod.  How the hell could he make it back?  But if they didn’t help him, those brutes would.  Coming at him with their canes.
He had no choice.  They had no choice.  They had to get Mitch back.

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