The pirate commander strode down the rows of cells, a sneer of contempt on his face as he looked at the prisoners. He stopped in front of Thale and Elara's cell, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Thale.
"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like we've got a little hero here. Trying to protect his lady love, are we?"
Thale glared at the pirate, his fists clenched with anger and hatred. He wanted nothing more than to rip the man's head off and watch him suffer.
"You're a monster," he spat out. "You and your whole crew. You deserve to rot in hell for what you've done."
The pirate commander chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure we'll all end up there eventually," he said. "But in the meantime, I'm having a blast terrorizing this city and its people. And I'm not about to let a little hero like you stop me."
Thale struggled to his feet, his body aching and bruised from the pirate commander's attack. He glared at the man, his eyes burning with hatred and determination.
"I'll never forgive you for what you've done," he snarled. "One day, I'll find a way to escape this hellhole and I'll come after you. And when I do, I'll make sure you pay for what you've done."
The pirate commander chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure you will," he said mockingly. "But in the meantime, I think I'll go pay your little princess a visit. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to see me again."
Elara's eyes widened with fear and desperation as the pirate commander turned and walked away, leaving her and Thale alone in the cell. She turned to Thale, her eyes pleading with him.
"Please, Thale," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "Don't let him do this to me. I can't bear it anymore. Please, do something to stop him."
Thale's heart ached with sorrow and anger as he looked at Elara, his mind racing with thoughts of how he could protect her. But he knew that he was powerless to do anything in his current state, and he could only hope that somehow, someway, he would find a way to escape and save Elara from the horrors that awaited her.
The pirate commander walked back to the main cabin he stood at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the room as he surveyed his crew. He was a tall, muscular man with long, dark hair and a rugged, weather-beaten face. His eyes were cold and hard, and there was a cruel twist to his lips that spoke of his true nature.
He was known throughout the seas as a ruthless and brutal pirate, feared by all who crossed his path. He had built his reputation on pillaging, looting, and destroying any ship or city that dared to stand in his way.
And now, as he held court at the banquet table, surrounded by his loyal crew and their captive prisoners, he revelled in his power and authority.
"Welcome, my friends," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We have much to celebrate tonight. Another successful raid, another city plundered, and another haul of riches and plunder. And best of all, we have these two young fools to keep us entertained."
He gestured to Thale and Elara, who were being held captive in the corner of the room. Thale glared at the pirate commander with hatred and disgust, while Elara looked on with fear and desperation in her eyes.
"But enough talk," the pirate commander continued. "Let us drink, eat, and be merry. For tomorrow, we set sail for new adventures and greater glory."
Edward glared at Thale as he sat at the head of the table, his mind racing with thoughts of the young man's defiance and disrespect. He couldn't believe that this weak, powerless boy had the audacity to threaten him and vow to one day kill him.
It was an absurdity, a joke, and yet Edward couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. Thale's words had struck a chord, and he couldn't help but wonder if the boy might actually have the strength and determination to follow through on his promise.
He clenched his fists under the table, his anger and frustration rising. He was a pirate commander, one of the most feared men on the seas. He didn't deserve to be challenged by some young, naive fool.
But as he sat there, brooding and seething, he couldn't shake the feeling that Thale was more than just a mere annoyance. He was a threat, a potential rival, and Edward knew that he had to be dealt with.
He made up his mind then and there. He would have to find a way to break Thale, to crush his spirit and his will. He would have to find a way to prove to him that he was the superior man and that he was not to be trifled with.
And as he gazed across the table at Thale, his eyes cold and hard, he knew that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.