Kyran crouched down behind the barrel, watching the people combing the street in front of them. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
Arwyn ticked each person off his finger. “Actually, it’s more like eight.
“Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
Arwyn bit back a chuckle. The man was so cute when he got angry. Especially when that was directed at Arwyn. It must be why he needled him so often. “At least half of them don’t even know what they’re doing. We just have to wait them out, then we can get out of here.”
“And what about the other half?”
“Between the two of us, I’m sure we can take them on. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.”
Back to my Pirates story for this week’s Fiction Friday. Not quite sure how they get to this point or where it will go from here.