Jorg's eye's finally stopped rolling and his stomach had agreed to stop trying to climb up into his throat. Wiping his mouth, he sat back to see Vizan's look of concern in the mirror.
" You've seen me sick before. It's nothing new." Vizan blinked and looked down at his brother's upturned face as if he were looking at a stranger.
"It's not that. We're dead in the water, as the saying goes." Jorg moved too quickly and nearly fell. "What do you mean we're down? We can't be under attack, we'd either be dead or being held hostage." Vizan twitched his nose.
"Its not as simple as that. Pirate's were...
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