The boy lay unmoving, eyes closed, listening and trying to determine where he was. Aelfgar's body rocked with the motion of whatever he lay upon, and he heard a strangely familiar snapping sound. His senses told him that he was in a boat, on the water.With that realization, memory flooded back. His young heart ached as he realized the truth. He cracked open one eye and was rewarded with the sight of leaden clouds above a wooden gunwale. A square red sail hung slack, snapping dully in the fitful breeze. He was aboard a boat – a slaver's boat.A shadow loomed; someone grabbed his hair and shook him violently. "Wake up, boy! Get up!" a harsh voice ordered.Aelfgar found it difficult to place the accent; it was both harsh and musical. He'd heard stories of the reavers from the northern lands, though, and it took no great leap of logic to make the connection. He was young, but he was far from stupid.A booted foot snaked out and kicked him in the ribs, not hard enough to injure, but enough to drive the breath from his lungs.
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