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Story bit 3
If there was one thing Macsen knew, it was that he would rather die than rot in a godforsaken Scotic prison.
Thirteen months ago he was the annoying but respectable heir to a kingdom, sent to Dún At to ensure the delivery of their tribute to the Dal Riatans.
Nine months ago Fionn the Mad had locked him away on an island, and held him there under suspicion of conspiracy.
Six months ago he had tried, and failed, to escape his little island. They shipped him north to yet another island, where it rained like god was trying to sink the island back into the sea.
Three months ago he broke out of that soggy pit, only to be caught again. The third island they brought him to seemed like a nail, for constantly it was being hammered by hail.
Two weeks ago, he found the key to his escape, and had been hatching a plan to use it.
He had overheard his ever-so-compassionate guards that they'd have his head for his next stunt. Well, third time's the charm, innit?
His plan was either genius, or the daftest idea man had yet known, and it all revolved around the Caer's dunny. The thing was hung over a slippery rockslope that went straight into the sea, conveniently next to the docks. From his estimation, the wood holding the seat was rather poor. It wouldn't take much effort to bust it wide enough for a man to go where he ought not. From there he could commandeer the single ship that lay moored to the docks, and make for the mainland. The deed would have to be done before dawn, when most of the guards would wake, and tonight would be the night.
If he was successful, he doubted he would ever look at a shitter the same way ever again.
Thirteen months ago he was the annoying but respectable heir to a kingdom, sent to Dún At to ensure the delivery of their tribute to the Dal Riatans.
Nine months ago Fionn the Mad had locked him away on an island, and held him there under suspicion of conspiracy.
Six months ago he had tried, and failed, to escape his little island. They shipped him north to yet another island, where it rained like god was trying to sink the island back into the sea.
Three months ago he broke out of that soggy pit, only to be caught again. The third island they brought him to seemed like a nail, for constantly it was being hammered by hail.
Two weeks ago, he found the key to his escape, and had been hatching a plan to use it.
He had overheard his ever-so-compassionate guards that they'd have his head for his next stunt. Well, third time's the charm, innit?
His plan was either genius, or the daftest idea man had yet known, and it all revolved around the Caer's dunny. The thing was hung over a slippery rockslope that went straight into the sea, conveniently next to the docks. From his estimation, the wood holding the seat was rather poor. It wouldn't take much effort to bust it wide enough for a man to go where he ought not. From there he could commandeer the single ship that lay moored to the docks, and make for the mainland. The deed would have to be done before dawn, when most of the guards would wake, and tonight would be the night.
If he was successful, he doubted he would ever look at a shitter the same way ever again.
- piratedude
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