“You want to work with me? I thought I was a disgraced criminal who should rot in prison.”

His frown thinned as he remembered the moment he said those words to me.

“I can’t believe you got away,” he whispered.

“I can’t believe you turned me in,” I muttered.

“Well we are both on the run now. I just need to get to the coast. I know that’s where you’re heading. Your crew and ship are waiting.”

My jaw clenched. Since I almost got caught, I had taken to the sea and had a new career.

“You wish,” I hissed.

“Please,” he begged. And then a thought sparked.

“I am a pirate now. And the Maris Imbre does have a room with extra locks. So fine, you can come, but only if you come as my prisoner.”

(Put Maris Imbre into a Latin translator. Trust me)