Chapter 37
Chapter 37
The journey to New Ghis seemed to stretch on forever.
And ever.
And ever.
And Draco can barely tolerate hiding among the cargo anymore. But then again, it’s not as if he had any choice in the matter. It was either that or the deck. And he wouldn’t with THAT on anyone.
But it was so BOOORING….
He would have thought that the life of pirates would be more interesting.
It wasn’t.
And he was bored.
The only intriguing thing that happened was when they were passing the ruins of Valyria. The skies were a menacing, rolling black, mixed with flashes of red. He could almost feel the heavy aura of Death that surrounded the place.
And it was almost…
Welcoming?
Or beckoning at least…
But one thing he knows for certain, the ruins of Valyria are definitely a place he will visit sometime. After all, it is rude to turn down an invitation. And it’s not like the Fourteen are still erupting. For a mage of his power, a little toxic fumes barely present any hindrance at all.
But for now, he has a different destination in mind. And a goal that will not make any time for detours. Although travelling to New Ghis instead of Volantis serves his goals perfectly…
And soon enough, he will finally arrive at his destination in one piece.
Although he cannot make any promises on the behalf of anyone else. Because the moment his feet his solid ground?
Those creeps are all going DOWN!
It wasn’t just that the perverted merchant and the pirate captain had a row with each other over a hypothetical ‘pretty’ Yi Ti, and not that the entire thing escalated to a free-for-all brawl on deck when his existence was confirmed. But hearing what those sick fucks were planning to do to him once he was found?
His Malfoy (or Borealis) pride and honor demanded retribution.
With blood.
Lots of it.
So the moment they dock?
The ships are gonna burn, burn, BURN!
And they did.
Merrily.
And about all those poor sods captive below deck?
Well…
It wasn’t as if he cared about the lives of a few worthless muggles, but even then, he wasn’t a monster.
He did throw a shield around their cell…
And if they are smart?
None will ever know of their captivity and subsequent slavery. As just some (and only) survivors, their fate would be much better than what awaited them otherwise.
And if not?
Well…
It’s not like someone else’s stupidity is his problem.
Draco Borealis is as far from a charity service as one could get, after all…