Samuel
Naesala Iarsana 
Slave Warehouse by the sea.

It was one of the many days, or could he say, the same day every day? The elf seemed to have nodded to himself at the self proclamation in his mind. His eyes gazing out at nothing more but the rough yet tranquil sea from behind the bars of the cage he was in.

It's been such a long time since he was out yet it felt to be only a moment or two behind the metal constraints. A metal shackle was worn around his neck, possibly even rusted, to show his status as a slave. He's been wearing it ever since he could remember that he barely realised it was there.

As one of the lowest quality of slaves due to his 'insanity', he was put to the back part of the warehouse, literally at the end of it where it was actually the docking bay. So his cage was exposed to the harsh sea wind.

Dressed only in what slaves are allowed to wear, his legs starting from his knees and the arms from his sleeveless top, he was shivering terribly each night. He was barefooted as well. Fresh whip marks could be seen on the back of his hands and some on his legs and this was all from the daily routine of the slaver who thought of him to be mere entertainment.

Speak of the devil, the workers are here to feed him. His ears twitched as he sink into his act, giggling at nothing and babbling in a childlike voice, enough to get the attention of the men who only clicked their tongue, some throwing curses at him as they laugh.

His eyes gleamed at the sight of the 'food' held in their hands and he crawled towards the bars, reaching his hand out and making grabby motion while whining. The men laughed before they tossed one small stale bread just out of his reach outside the cage.

This was the part he hated the most but he's been through it for years. He squealed at the sight of the food and leaned down before reaching his hand out to try and grab it. Of course he won't be able to reach it but he was suppose to act like a child so he did what he did.

He cried when he felt the whip being painfully cracked against his skin that it bleed almost immediately at the first strike, a sign enough to tell just how malnourished and weak his body is with the lack of proper diet. With the men satisfied after whipping his hands a few more time, one of them step hard on the bread before kicking it into the cage.

Once more, he had to feel excited at the sight of the food as he desperately grabbed it with his injured hand and proceed to just eat it as he huddle himself up at the corner of the cage, his eyes only staring at the group of men that are now walking away.
Wayne
Captain Salim
Slave Warehouse by the Sea.

Today was a good day. A very very good day. For today they would free some slaves and line their pockets with gold and silver and other precious metals, the way the gods themselves intended. For if the gods didn't like them killing slavers, then why did they allow one of salim's spys to find out the timetable for a massive deposit of slaves in the warehouse? 

There was no good answer! Salim would whip up the winds to push his ship forward, as fast as he could. He hoped to get there before the branding process... Once that was done they'd be forever marked as slaves. While he'd still set them free, it was hard for them to recover mentally from it.

He'd pretend to be a slaver ship but as soon as they parked... The truth of the matter would be revealed. Salim's powers weren't as strong this close to land, atleast not compared to the horrible storms he could create at sea. Those would have destroyed this deck and ripped it apart.

So instead of summoning a storm, he summoned heavy winds, destroying the bigger ships masts but leaving some of the smaller ships unbroken because of how they went with the wind. Crossbow bolts would fly at the place, and greek fire would begin burning down the walls.

Soon
Samuel
Naesala Iarzana 
Slave Warehouse by the Sea

He was already done eating and was resuming his act of giggling about. Despite acting like a clueless child, he was keeping up the facade as he listened in on the gossips spread by the workers on the deck. After all, gossips are better than no news.

The 20 year old soon started humming a random tune as he giggled once more, his eyes now looking out to the sea where he could see big ships. Suddenly there was a big wind, the sudden coldness making him sneeze and shiver greatly as he hugged himself and giggled again. 

He couldn't bear with the cold but what the hell was he if not a slave used to such inhuman condition? Though he was definitely not expecting a gunshot to be heard and his eyes widened when he saw the guard fell down dead, a pool of blood forming by his head.

He started crying, he could see how everyone was protecting just about any other thing except for him. He acted like a terrified child, bringing his hands over his head as he cried louder, flinching when he heard the sound of the lock being busted open but didn't move a muscle to leave as he screamed and cried. After all, he was a 'child' and a terrified child won't ever leave their cage.
Wayne
Captain Salim
Slave Warehouse by the Sea

They wouldn't really pay him mind. Those were the rules of the sea and of most decent men on Salim's crew. You never gave someone a free hand when they could fix their own problems. No sir, instead you gave them the way to fix those problems. It made real men out of people.

As such he would remain abandoned inside the cage. They had people who could actually work and save themselves to free. Weapons were thrown aside so slaves, now ex-slaves, could grab them and fight for their freedom against the opressors who were currently coming closer.

Slaves would begin fighting with the two people who came by continuing to free more and more of them. It was a proper scrap is what it is! People were gonna die here but hopefully they'd have the joy of knowing they died free and to buy the other slaves the ability to free themselves!

Outside the wind was beginning to die down on the scale of the whole battlefield but ti was still whipping around Salim. His pet, the sea serpent Begum would destroy one of the bigger ships that was heading toward them to put down the insurrection of the slaves. It was a full fledged revolt and the chaos of everything made Salim very very happy.
Samuel
Naesala Iarzana
Slave Warehouse by the Sea

He wasn't stupid to not noticed how the crew were setting the slaves free and giving them weapons to fight back. He slowly analyse the situation, noting that the leader was most likely a compassionate person even though he's a notorious pirate.

Smirking to himself, he got up and push the gate of the cage open and took a step out. The wind of the sea now feeling much more fresher to him as he picked up a small dagger and held it in his hand in a way where it would tell that he was 'inexperienced'.

Without wasting another moment in the midst of the chaos, he quickly and silently sneaked onto the ship. The least he could do is try and catch himself a free ride and a bed, no? It was worth the risk as he stepped onto the ship, an expression of childlike fear on his face as he now got behind the man who seemed to be the captain of the ship.

His eyes landed on the few barrels that held fruits and wasted no time in snatching up an apple and just sitting on the floor and eating it, giggling loudly in response before he tug the captain's sleeve and gave a stupid grin.

"Thank you!"

His voice sounded high pitch as well, like a child would as he thanked the other for other the rescue and the food, definitely not minding the fact that he had already made himself at home on the ship. The least that could happen was for him to get kicked out and he was more than ready for either an acceptance or a rejection on his presence.