Another spoonful of beer and biscuit went into his mouth, the captain swallowing the mouthful before he replied. "There is plenty of reason for me to take you there. You have value, being the beautiful and educated slave you are. I know a rich merchant... with rather perverse tastes. He will most likely pay a hefty sum of gold for your body, even if what he has planned for you is only death. Your death can be used as entertainment. You rarely find slaves of your like in Weiss. No, you simply<i>can't </i>find slaves of your like."<br/><br/>The slave looked utterly devastated at the fact, that there were no slaves to be found in Weiss.<i>And I thought you were an educated slave. </i>"This is common knowledge, slave. Anyone educated would know that Weiss is a land barren of slavery. The only slaves brought to Weiss are either freedmen or ones that are hidden from the King's law."<br/><br/>"I will not simply turn my ship around, and sail ship to Ellania or Dusan. Both those lands lay weeks away, and we are only a mere two days from Weiss. My crew and my storage will not survive another voyage. Perhaps I did... we would all starve before we saw land again," Cygnus countered. "The amount of profit I might earn by selling your sorry body is paltry when I must pay more for to sail back there. More hassle than you are worth."<br/><br/>Cygnus had his doubts that Altair would behave on the ship, if he did choose to return south with him. The slave had only been on his ship for a matter of three days, and yet he had terrified his crew. In those three days, much had unfolded. Altair had gotten himself whipped. And after that, in an act of judgment, the sea gods had saw it fit to take Mors from their crew. Altair was a scion of trouble, and Cygnus much desired to get him off of his ship while also making a tidy profit.<br/><br/>When Altair rebuked that he couldn't possibly be a slave, Cygnus laughed. The laugh came out loudly and mockingly, before suddenly ceasing as he began to speak. "I am a pirate and a sailor now. There was once a time where I was a slave, long ago. Or am I still a slave? No man can hope to govern the seas, for the seas are as wild as they are beautiful. But a man can hope to govern land, and men do. Time and time again though I sail the seas, I must return to Weiss and proffer what I have to the King Sageburn of Weiss," Cygnus answered. "In a way I'm just like you. Bound to land without hope for freedom without the threat of death."<br/><br/>( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)<br/><br/>He finished his meal, moving over to Altair. Still begging for him to take him elsewhere. "I have already seen you serve me like a Dusanian slave, and it was comparable to courting a stubborn ass. Being spat on and likely insulted in a language that I cannot speak. I am not keen on taking an unruly, foul passenger with me on a voyage. But perhaps you have learned since before," Cygnus said. "Perhaps... you are better. If you are true to your word, it may be worth it to return you to Dusan or ship you to Ellania. A good whore is not a prospect that I would reject."<br/><br/>In truth, he had no plans of taking Altair on another voyage. Regardless of if the slave proved to be good or not, Cygnus had his suspicions that given them, any ship with Altair on it would begin crumbling. After Mors, it was likely that any misfortune that occurred around Altair would be read as a sign from the gods, and it was impossible to predict the temperaments of delirious, god fearing men.<i>Better to sell you now than suffer a mutiny and be thrown off of the decks of the ship to be fed to fish.</i><br/><br/>"If you want me to consider taking you with my crew on another journey, prove that you are a good slave," Cygnus commanded. He tap his foot on the floor. "Get on the floor. Crawling on your hands and knees... to me, now." The slave was obedient and did, slowly sliding down from the chairs to the floor, to crawl a short distance to in front of the captain. "Now...<i>woof</i>like a dog for me."