Your hands restrained, the sounds of chains and the crying of those unnatural like you, the sea crashing against the wood.

"Drüsje, keep quiet." Matthias grunted in a thick accent, his voice dripping with disgust, as if he was chaining an animal and not a human being.

You looked around in water-soaked clothes and you saw a couple dozen grisha that met the same fate as you did. The fjerdan ship an arrow that shoots to kill, and you could almost feel the fire wrapping around you already.