The pirates mocked her as their red-shirted apparent leader dragged her through the camp. Some made rude gestures toward her while others made provocative movements, their smiles showing crooked, yellow teeth. Her captor didn’t seem to care, simply drug her along with him. They were heading up some sort of steep hill, where a single huge tree stood, shadowing most of the camp. Atop the hill was a large cabin of sorts. Annie figured it was the man’s home (if you could call it a home).
“This is where I stay,” the pirate told her. “You,” he pointed toward the back of the house, where a cage similar to her old