Lastly Donsro gladly unlocked his chains and relieved his throbbing wrists.
"So we're all unocked, perfect. I's sure the gaurds are going to notice their missing friend in a short time, so my vote is we snatch back our stuff and get the Hell outta here."
Donsro walked over to the main entrance and looked up the stairs.
"We can do this the hard way or the hard way, pick your posion."
"Yeah I am definitely not going to be a slave for the rest of my life. I am going to get out of hear or die trying!" Donsro made clear.
"We are going to have to get familiar with our surroundings real quick if we want to develop a proper plan. I know for a fact that there are some powerful people down here with us, and if we want out of here, we'll need everyone's help."
Donsro paused to see if anyone would speak up.
"We can easily overpower those rotten slavers and give them what's coming to them. This will be their LAST voyage am I right?" Donsro chuckled.
"Yes" is all Donsro had to say to that, still confused on how the situation will unfold.
It was quiet, quiet enough to hear the slightest movements above deck. Donsro looked around in the barely lit room and could see the sad, but angry faces that surrounded him.
How did I get myself into this mess? Donsro thought to himself. I had it made at my old village, I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't be anywhere near hear!
Donsro closed his eyes and just thought. His whole life flashed before his eyes until he reached this cursed slave ship.
"Well, I'll break the ice. My name is Donsro, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this rathole."
"Not like I needed it" Donsro chuckled.
"Hey if you need, I can go scope some things out upstairs while you guys get organized down here. It won't take long to get a little info."
Donsro glanced upstairs again.
"Doesn't look like they'll be coming down for a little while, mabey I can find a way to buy us some time."
"So we're all unocked, perfect. I's sure the gaurds are going to notice their missing friend in a short time, so my vote is we snatch back our stuff and get the Hell outta here."
Donsro walked over to the main entrance and looked up the stairs.
"We can do this the hard way or the hard way, pick your posion."
"We are going to have to get familiar with our surroundings real quick if we want to develop a proper plan. I know for a fact that there are some powerful people down here with us, and if we want out of here, we'll need everyone's help."
Donsro paused to see if anyone would speak up.
"We can easily overpower those rotten slavers and give them what's coming to them. This will be their LAST voyage am I right?" Donsro chuckled.
"Yes" is all Donsro had to say to that, still confused on how the situation will unfold.
It was quiet, quiet enough to hear the slightest movements above deck. Donsro looked around in the barely lit room and could see the sad, but angry faces that surrounded him.
How did I get myself into this mess? Donsro thought to himself. I had it made at my old village, I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't be anywhere near hear!
Donsro closed his eyes and just thought. His whole life flashed before his eyes until he reached this cursed slave ship.
"Well, I'll break the ice. My name is Donsro, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this rathole."
The ship remained silent.