As Ha'zi begins lifting supplies down to the beach some of the bystanders begin to help him. After he had carried down two of the barrels with them Lesier, who was still onboard the ship motioned to him, "Come here, boy." He lifted his hand weakly from a gaping wound that lined his torso vertically. He had been stabbed by one of the slavers. The cut had not been deep but the blade was serrated and so it bled, profusely. "Please, bring me one of the cloths." He pointed to the crate that Sigeric was addressing his wound from. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/9842Kye/74.png" name="9842Kye"]16315828[/user]
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"I say we do it at dawn. When the sun rises we strike, descend upon their camp from the jungle and the beach." Radaa said pointing towards their ship. Already a camp had been hastily erected on the beach and it appeared a slaver was walking across the beach waving at them. "Should we kill it?" Radaa motioned at the approaching man.
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Margoz and Frieda had set off from the beach and reached the jungle line. They could work their way through the jungle bushes until they were within hearing distance of the slaver camp or they could remain on the beach with the others. If they intended to survey the enemy they needed to enter the jungle and avoid being spotted.
"Shall we?" Freida asked, her fear masked with an uncertain smile.
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Iver and Daugo found their way past the staircase, past the dead bodies, past the bloody pools and out into the night sky. The deck was less crowded. Now only Sigeric, Deslan, Ha'zi, Lesier, and ten other slaves remained most of which carried the last of the supplies onto the beach. Both of them could see that the injured like Lesier were going to need help being carried down. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
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Grimnir watched Dimitri take charge of the crowd from his vantage point. He saw Margoz and Freida reach the jungle line and waited, watching the slaver approach. He would maintain his distance if a fight broke out. Let Dimitri deal with it. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]
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((This is when Sigeric's speech occurs.))
"Aye!" A shout went up from a heartened slave who walked to the gallery to steal some of the dead slaver's outfits. Five others followed him, nodding to Sigeric. One passed him and tapped his soldier, "Ye, I'm Yuri. You wanted an archer?" The man was nearing old age, perhaps 55, but stood like an ox holding a bow with a quiver of six arrows. It wasn't much but just enough.
Sigeric saw Dean sitting with his brother behind the commotion. Sam did not look as badly as before but was still quite bruised up. Dean was attempting to stitch the cuts shut but was failing. Sam needed bandaging. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]