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It
was just luck, or coincidence, that just as Kyl was about to write the standing
feature pertaining to the Captain, his blue-green eyes, Cris was right behind
him, reading what Kyl was writing in the tome and slamming the book shut.
“What
the fuck are you doing?” Cris shouted at the younger elf.
“What!”
“How
dare you describe me in that book! Do you realize that there are many out there
who are willing to find me, and either kill me or turn me in?” Cris’ voice
echoed throughout the ship.
Kyl didn’t know what to say. No, he
wasn’t aware of any of that. He wasn’t aware of whom his Captain was or if he
had any history with anyone in the tome. He was simply given a book and he
wrote in it. “No,” he said quietly, keeping eye contact away from his employer.
That
answer was not what the Captain wanted to hear. He raised his hand and backhanded
Kyl with enough force to almost push him off his seat. “You best be watching
what you say in there and everywhere.” He began to walk away, his hands through
his blonde hair, before he stopped and turned around. “I hate traitors.” He
marched up to the main deck and Kyl simply sat in place, holding his burning
cheek and trying hard to hold back his tears.
The
tome remained in front of him, still closed with his writing tool within. For a
moment, all he could think about was how much he wanted to throw that book into
the sea. He was starting to hate it so much, just like he was starting to hate
the Captain.
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