Part I — The Accusation
Name’s Yopyep. Dwarf. Sailor.
They say I’m a smuggler—running illegal cargo between ports, hiding illegal goods below deck, and even traitor who igniting wars. That’s what’s said by that person.
Truth is, was just part of small trader ship crew of 20 head. Haulin’ spice, timber, and ore like any honest deckhand. I don’t sign manifests—I just keep the ship afloat.
But when they needed someone to take the punishment for the rest of my crews…
They picked me as the only survivor of me ships.
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Part II — My Truth
We weren’t smuggling. Not that I believe. One usual calm foggy seas—then the water turned wrong. Something hit us not seen, but even our seasoned captain not sure.
Hull cracked. Men gone overboard before they could scream twice.
The traders ships made it out barely afloat rom the wreckage with the rest of the lucky bastards. Thought the marine ship that found us was salvation.
Instead, it was chains.
They said our cargo didn’t match records. Said we were hiding goods. With half the ship at the bottom of the sea, how was I meant to prove otherwise?
Some of the crew broke. Started pointing fingers, shouting, fighting, exhausted, and dying on our way to the "trial". I am the only one survive & sentenced to carry the rest of the punishment of the dead crew.
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Part III — The Sentence
No real trial. Just a sentence from that pompous judge on the marine ship
“Smells like fish, and cemetery ground must be guilty... You are guilty” he said.
That’s all it took to strip me of the sea.
Banishment, they said. Tossed me out like spoiled cargo.
Just stood there and said to myself— I’ll see the sea, find freedom again & I’ll find what took my crew mates.
