Sebastian barged into his room and when he found it empty, his blood boiled.
"Where is the princess?," he thundered, storming back out unto the main deck. His strides were long and his steps, daunting.
With his every step, his crew shivered in their boots.
"Where is the shopkeeper?," he asked, his tone low and angry.
"She accompanied master Reagan, sir and they haven't been back for days," one of crew members spoke up.
Sebastian's jaw ticked impatiently. " Then who was in charge of watching over the queen?"
When his crew remained silent, he drew his sword. "Line up the servants."
The officers of the crew immediately obeyed and finding the cabin girls and boys of the crew, they pushed them forward, making them fall to their knees.
They shivered, some already sobbing in fear of being killed.
Sebastian stepped forward. "Which of you were in charge of bringing meals to the queen? Step forward."
