“His majesty’s gallows will have no mercy on your neck, sir. So speak and save yourself. Where is the treasure?”
Admiral Fernsby was addressing a shadowy corner of the dungeon, where a bulky bearded figure sat hunched against the wall, rattling his chains. He uttered but one word.
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