The seaman moved to the ladder stairs to look at at the sound of the voice. Having been relieved of my constraints, I rise slowly moving around behind the fresh water stores and the half-full barrel of rum. My companion had also arisen and moved away towards several crates of non-descript goods. At a nod he threw a shaded lantern across the deck. Albeit unlit, it shattered across the floor. Turning abruptly back towards the noise, the crewman looked to where we had been once held.
"DAMN YOU TWO!" He mutters loudly. Searching for us he pokes and prods at sevral sacks laying about the dimly lit interior of the ship. As the man walks away from me, I slowly wrap the rope between my hands. Creeping behind him, I jump and catch the man under the chin with the rope as taught as possible. Gasping for air and clutching at the rope, my brother jumps and plunges a dagger several times in the man's chest. As the air slowly escapes from his lips the unlucky seaman collapses in a lump on the floor.
"Where'd ya find that?" I ask staring at the bloodied dagger still dripping upon the floor.
