Thinking silently to himself, Joran debated on how to escape this situation. He didn't have the map, he had hidden it on an island adjacent to the one he and Uvedin had found it on. He could tell him that, but Joran made the assumption that that would lead to his untimely death. He could, however, lie. Telling Uvedin that it was somewhere else could possibly let him get to land safely and escape; but, if he were caught lying, there would be dire consequences.
''I do not have the map. It is on the island of Imorlen, roughly three miles north east of the Crandorian Keys,'' Joran said in a tone with the slightest hint of despair. It was quite a large lie, as he had never even once been to Imorlen. However, it was the closest place he could think of to a free port.
''Imorlen you say? For yer sake I hope ye're wrong, because most of the island is overrun by them tribesmen,'' Uvedin replied in a low tone. He closed his eyes and sighed audibly. ''Very well. Set course for Imorlen. If he tries anything, cut off one of his toes and make him eat it.''
Joran hoped that he would be able to escape once he got to the island. These men he could take. However, pirates AND cannibalistic natives could make matters somewhat worse.
~End of Chapter One~
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