Sep 14, 2019
Shipwrecked, Ch. 4
D’Artagnan stood on his tiptoes and carefully leaned out. “I can see rope around the prisoners’ hands,” he said quietly. “But I can’t tell if their feet are bound too.”
“So we might need time to cut them loose first,” Porthos put in.
Athos cocked his head at him, lips twitching a fraction. “You do look like a pirate,” he said with wry inflection. “If you want to try getting close.”
Porthos’s face cracked into an eager grin. “No problem.”
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