Amon awoke, sat up, and promptly knocked his head against something hard. Stars filled his vision. He blinked them away as he rubbed the fresh bruise on his head and looked around. From the rocking motion and the creaking of the wood, he could tell he was on a ship, but the rooms aboard Tirian galleons were not built like this.
The pirates must have captured me, he thought.
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