'Dear Gods, It seems to be your will so I will abide to this nonsensical arrangement; that is not true, I refuse to be shipped away like this! You promised me great things, wealth basically... and hear me out I do deserve it after all the contribution I made.'
A man holding what seems like a bottle of alcohol looked at the woman ardently praying with a bead necklace in her hand.
"What you doing lass?"
The girl stopped praying and looked a little confused, she took a proper look at the man he looked to be middle aged, some burnt scars on his face he looked really burdened with multiple shades of brown and orange mixed in his face, and oh his dark circles seem to be in the process of transitioning from purple to black. The girl gave him a quick look of disdain and continued praying.
"Oh! the timber timber round the cries burning bright! My old man slipped to the mud what a stale delightâŠ" the man started singing with his snarky voice.
"Will you shut up please! I- I'm trying to pray"; her voice quietened down to the end of it. She knew better than to enrage a stranger who looks like he kills people with no qualms. 'Fortunately, he was cuffed on the leg just as I was so, the only thing he can do is throw the damn bottleâŠ' she was in a state of panic whence she heard him speak again.
"Praying I see⊠tell me girl, has God ever answered your prayers?"
"Gods" the woman answered still trying to get fear out of her system.
"Oh wonderful" he said quite dismissively, "Tell me your story, or any story."
'And why should I do that', is what she'd like to say but she thought it would be better to keep him entertained rather than possible injury.
"My name is Delyth, one might refer to me as the witch of the east, but I'm no witch you know that magic is a lie made up by those who got nothing more to do. I'm a woman of great faith who has dedicated her entire-"
"Can we get to the interesting part please; like why you're here, this drunk old man has no business listening to aged lore"
"Rude- well i guess long story short i was betrayed..."
"by whom?"
"well by everything I trusted, not to brag or anything but there was a time I was referred to as a princess; although how I came to be so was questionable."
"Do you want a drink?" asked the man with a new sense of amusement.
"but how?" need she remind him that they are both cuffed to a pole?
The man rolled the green bottle towards the girl as she caught it, something told her it was safe to drink; on the other hand she hadn't as much as a drop of water for a while. She placed her mouth on the bottle to have a gulp of whatever poison it might entail..
"Damn.. this is good"
"Oh no, the witch of the East knows how to curse!"
That brought in a laugh that Delyth didn't know she had at such spirits; maybe tattling to the old man may not be such a big deal.
"So basically you were a high standing individual till someone betrayed you and you ended on this ship?"
"Quite like that, I guess"
"Boring!" said the old man with no remorse.
"What do you have some great story?"
"NO, I just sold drugs.."