As for if there was pirates there or not was a good question, It would be something she would have to ask her, if even then for how long it had been since then if she still knew."That I am not entirely sure,Would have to ask her."It would be mentioned that detail she would continue on and explaining the story,But at least Esperia seemed interested in the story,for some reason she assumes Esperia would not want to listen to this, Then again maybe she also just rarely spoke that much about past lives out of habit she never really mentioned a lot.
Then well, she continued on while they walked."But I found her being sold on a slaver boat: chained,standing, naked and thin." With the context of being a slave most things with in that list is almost to be expected in some manner."I had caught a clue there was some one selling people on a boat during my more sneaky days, despite being still a bit more violent back then."It seemed this was a really long time a go, how long to be exact would be something interesting."Before even being a werewolf."This was long before Esperia met her, So this story was almost like hearing of another person entirely.
But with that she would finish off the simple short story."With her defeated dark eyes looking at me, the cry for help with out speak was enough for me to kill everyone on that boat, break all of the captured free, Set the boat blade. Then I took Nasira too where i was living at the time...She did not know Fiorian so she just look at me a lot while I was giving her clothing and food...the rest well is history you know now."It did sound like she could have went into more detail but it seem she kept it short. After all they where about to go fight actual pirates as well, She needed to keep it short in case they have a look out watching, they would be smart enough to pick one with the best hearing and no hang over. Even sharp eyes would help too. But so far that was just her thinking in general. Hopefully Esperia enjoyed the short story, it was something to learn of such a maybe sad story.
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