Governor General wouldn't be happy -- but what the hell. If I hadn't pointed it out, he probably would have left the jewels in the dirt anyway.
One week later we sailed back into the port of Acklin and a worried sailor helped me down the walkway and into the waiting hands of Captain Dennis and Governor General Weblin. They must have spotted the damaged ship coming into the bay, sails full on a day when the rest of the world seemed becalmed.
I pulled out the bag of jewels and handed them back to the Weblin. "Take the damned things."
The Governor General took the bag, but he watched me, silent and waiting. I felt like a harbinger of disaster.
"There's a whole damned fleet from Castlia on the way," I said, waving my hand toward the sea behind me. "More than twenty ships. We barely escaped, and I used magic to get us back and bring you warning."
"Damn." Captain Dennis took hold of me when I started to fall.
"Do me one favor?" I said.
"Yes?"
"Just hang me this time."
The End
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Lazette Gifford has publications in both electronic and print format, including material from Double Dragon Publishing, Yard Dog Press, Eggplant Literary Productions, Ideomancer, Fables, Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine and more. She owns Forward Motion for Writers and is the editor/publisher for Vision: A Resource for Writers.
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