“Here.” The captain tossed an ancient map onto Tuvia’s lap. “This is the island of my dreams"
T
uvia understood that he was in a very dangerous situation. He was on this journey to the mysterious Lost Island with the rest of the crew whether he liked it or not. And it sounded like a fight between the captain and John was imminent, which didn’t bode well for any of them.
“Snooping around my cabin, eh, boy?”
“I-I’m sorry, Captain! I didn’t hear you coming!”
“Ha! And that’s supposed to make your actions acceptable, boy? You’re standing in my cabin, reading my private journals! Get out, scoundrel, or I’ll take out the whip we keep for insubordinates and have you flogged 39 times!”
“I’m leaving, I’m leaving!”
“Wait…. Stop, boy. Turn around and have a seat.”
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