A continuation of Flying-Squirrel’s Freedom (or Fetters)
“Freck, freck, freck!” Farley was still fighting against the fetters when the Fondly sisters came for him.
The foremost one – Fanny, probably – was dangling a set of keys from her finger. Her red-furred ear sported a new notch, but she and Fiona were otherwise unscathed. “Finally.” Fanny’s smile had way too many teeth. “Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you?”
“And we only had to kill half a pirate ship to get you.” Fiona looked around ostentatiously. “I wonder where we can get some more crew…”
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