Wilton looked at Carina. "What is it? Don't you want them?"
Carina simply bit her lip, not saying anything.
"It's no problem. We're all civilized people–we don't force anyone to do business with us, miss." Wilton waved his hand, and immediately, one of his men grabbed a Gentle Breeze sailor, dragged him to a wooden pole, and tied the helpless man to it.
Wilton took one last bite from the apple and threw the core on the ground. He wiped his hand on his clothes before taking out his dagger again.
"What are you doing?" gasped Carina as she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Did you know, ever since I was a kid, I've always been curious about the inner workings of the human body?" Wilton pried the sailor's shirt open with his knife.
