"Where did he go?" asked the first guard.
"I don't know" replied the second.
"Oh! How did this happen? Why?!?" the first guard moaned again.
"I still don't know."
"That was a rhetorical question. Nevermind. Keep searching."
The spread out, but the guards could tell it was already too late.
The prisoner had fashioned a crude lockpick. Bypassed their cell's gate, then the second gate to the main hall. Knocked out 3 guards as they came around on their daily patrol. Then made it to the perimeter.
"Why are we so worried? There is no where for him to go."
"That's right, the boat won't be back for 2 more days."
"Guess the 1 good thing about being on an island."
Another alarm sounded, shouts were hard from outside. The prisoner was sighted.
"He's at the edge of the water!"
The prisoner made 1 look back, then jumped into the water.
"Fire!" was heard as several bolts were let loose.
20 bolts in all, and a few hit their mark. Blood was seen, the body floated to the top of the water.
When the guards recovered the body, the prisoner had a smile on his face.
Freedom comes one way or another.
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