Milo holds onto the ropes feeling the air in his hair and the smell of the sea. His crew lowers the anchor, and his boots hit dry land, making a thump on the dock as he walks to the tavern. His eyes go to you, who is pulling away from a big, un-bathed man, laughter coming from him. Milo draws his sword, "Release her or feel my blade." The royal guards stand ready to help. The guy raises his hands, and Milo cuts the ropes from your wrists, "What's your name beautiful?"
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