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Sore and groggy, Yukimura awoke in a shabby little cell. The tell tale feeling in his stomach from the rolling waves gave away that he was in a ship. But why...
He moved to stretch, but his hands were tied.
The situation slowly came back to him. Yesterday, he had been aboard a transport vessel that would get him to France, so he could finally pursue his art, but it had been over by pirates. Said pirates killed most of the passengers aboard, stole all wealth...but they had only knocked him out.
Why?
It was then he noticed that he wasn't alone. A pink haired boy lay sprawled in the next cell.
"Hey, wake up," he kicked at the bars near the boy, to see if he'd wake up.
He moved to stretch, but his hands were tied.
The situation slowly came back to him. Yesterday, he had been aboard a transport vessel that would get him to France, so he could finally pursue his art, but it had been over by pirates. Said pirates killed most of the passengers aboard, stole all wealth...but they had only knocked him out.
Why?
It was then he noticed that he wasn't alone. A pink haired boy lay sprawled in the next cell.
"Hey, wake up," he kicked at the bars near the boy, to see if he'd wake up.