Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
I don’t have to think about what I’m about to do. Whatever the consequences, they’ll be worth it.
The line of guards between me and the Captain is twenty-wide, but that’s at least fifty fewer than they’d need to stop me.
I target the guy in the middle, the one with the trembling grip and sweaty brow.
I hit him with my shoulder. He flies back easily and slams to the floor with an umph. I wrench the sword from his grip and close the rest of the distance between me and the witch in the span of a breath.
Her crude blade hits my stolen sword with a clang.
Her nostrils flare, her gaze meeting mine in surprise.
“Mine,” I tell her.
The ticking gets louder in my head.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
It’s time the Crocodile came out to play.
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