Being aboard a ship he once manned, now by the one and only Brutus, was a bit surreal. It looked the same, smelled the same, felt the same… Except for the fact he was a prisoner, one to be sent to death. He knew what he was doing, though; it wasn’t his first time being locked up, and certainly not his last.

It was easy to trick the pirates so that he could slip away. It was a good thing he knew the place like the back of his hand, or he would be completely lost. The ship was massive and winding, the halls looking the same. But Jod knew where he was going.

He looked over his shoulder briefly to ensure he wasn’t being followed, but quickly ran into someone.