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The group of protectors had been at their stations since dawn, and many were tired and drifting off to sleep. Cleo, knowing of her secession, needed to stay alert at all times. If anything happened to the village or the forest, it would be on her family's head.

Arrow drawn, Cleo sat above the trees over looking a large are of land, when something wafted in the air. It was thick, and smelled of metal. But this was not a metal, or anything of the sort as is pulsed with life, and life was struggling, launching an arrow into another look out tree, she had successfully awoken another guard.

While he awoke the others, she drew another arrow, sure to shoot anything that came out from its lingering hidden area of the trees.

It wasn't the first time Rro had broken out, and it wasn't the second. His crew stole his ship and were probably half way to the Ember Isle by now, while he trudged threw snow and ice with bare feet. shackles still firmly in place he stopped to catch his breathe, he had out run the men and used his blood magic to put the hounds down. But now he was going to freeze to death.

His left foot was frozen solid, or at least that's what it felt like. It'd be a bummer to have to cut it off himself. Then again he had no weapon, no knife or axe of any sort. Jolly Rro of the West Waters was more of a guns guy anyway. Why cut a man so he bleeds out when a bullet or a Cannon can finish him much faster.

The cold bit into his feet, either this would be a long walk or a long death...

With her eyes narrowed Cleo tightened her grip on the bow, before seeing a man shift out of the forest. She lowered her bow from it's quiver and raised her hand to hold fire. Inspecting the man, the metallic scent became stronger.

She dropped from the branches as the others followed, they crept upon the man with their weapons prepared for any oncoming attack.

"HALT!" Her second in command shouted with his knife pulled. "Who goes there?!"

"Son of a..." Rro stopped, this wasn't one wench with a knife she had an army, ninety nine smart remarks and witty come backs came to mind but when your freezing to death escaping a parade of guards with swords maybe it would be a better idea to hold not say those comments. "Rro," his eyes rolled back into his head and the pirate fell to his knees finally collapsing into the warm embrace of the snow.

Was this death? How was snow so warm and soft. His once tan skin was blue, once dark hair was stained white. The pirate was out cold, more the literally. If something wasn't done soon this man would die. No shoeless man would out run guards in boots, as soon as the hounds were put down the guards let him escape. They thought he'd get lost, he did... They thought he'd freeze, he did... They thought he'd die...

She stared at him with a narrowed glare before snapping her fingers. A Group of men came and picked him up. As a whole, they carried him back to the village.

Laying him in the medicine tent, Cleo went tending to his wounds, with warm water on his feet to defrost them. She had lit a fire in the pit of the tent, and tried to keep him warm. With a small look she applied an herbal remedy to his wounds.

White, not snow, just white all around him. Rro looked down wooden planks under his feet, as he feet shifted the boards creaked. The gentle touch of salty air passed around his waist and pulled threw his hair. Looking up he saw the vast sea in front of him. This was something he didn't get when he was living with his ninja clan, and after the civil war it wasn't even worth it. The sea was were he belonged.

A different kind of touch was welcomed, a hand? Soft caring even? But that's impossible, no one cared about him he was a good for nothing pirate. The nice warm sea are grew cold fast and began to whip around him faster, the sea in front of him froze over and his eyes open. He grabbed the girls hand forcefully, "who the hell are you!?"

With a blank face she narrowed her eyes at him. How dare he lay a hand on the one who nurtures him. She snatched her hand away from him and dabbed his forehead with a warm cloth. A man with short white hair kneeled next to her.

"I see you have awakened young traveler..." The man said with a deep baritone voice. "I am Athem, second in command next to the Chief's daughter." He said bowing his head slightly.

Rro sat straight up, "got any food?" He was around twenty five so he thought it a bit funny to be called a young traveler. "So where is this chief's daughter," the man looked past Cleo assuming the chief's daughter wouldn't be in the medical tent treating him, "is she attractive?" The pirate laughed, "young? Pretty? Available?" Laughter roared until the cold winter air reminded his throat where he was and he nearing hacked up a lung.

The man looked at the girl treating him, "or maybe I don't need the chief's daughter with you here." He winked at the girl. Rogers wasn't a bad looking guy, he was actually fairly attractive but his perverted mind and salty tone of voice made him appear as scum or vermin would, disgusting.

She rolled her eyes and made a sign with her hands and Athem snorted, trying to cover it up as a clearing of the throat.

"This, is the Chief's daughter. Unfortunately, She finds you to be both rude, and unworthy of one of her stature." He grinned as the girl gave a slight smirk.

"Food will be delivered when the feast begins."

Rro chuckled and laid back down the chiefs daughter was massaging him with herbs of course he was worthy. Also she was pretty rude herself, calling him names when all he did was complement her beauty, twice. Surprisingly this was the extent of the pirates kindness. "So girl," he asked, starring at the ceiling, "what's with the body guard? Scared a frozen man will over power you?"

He had been to many tribes like these, none in winter areas, most were tropical island tribes. The chief's roll was announcing war and sleeping around and they put their first born in charge of the people and real responsibilities. Rogers assumed this tribe was the same way. "And when is this feast you speak of? I'm famished." Rro was just as arrogant as ever, almost dying didn't help full that trait in the slightest.

"It is simply protocol. Forgive new speaking of so, but my lady does not speak." Athem sighed. "And the feast will begin shortly."

She smirked and simply pressed on a small pressure point upon his feet.

Rro laughed, "well tell your silent princess to stop tickling me," he laughed as she pressed upon his right leg. As soon as he was good and fed he would leave, be out of here, good bye creepy blonde people! She pushed on his left foot and a swelling sees of pain burst into his leg and he screamed out, "what the hell girl!"

Rogers looked down at his leg he was wearing nothing but a pair of fur shorts of some sort. If he had been wearing more he may have gotten up but his leg hurt to much and it was too cold. "What's going on? Why is that leg so much worse then the right??"

"It seems She has found a tear In your ligaments.you will need to keep off if for 8 weeks." Paused for a moment, before nodding. "Cleo, your father requests your presence."

The girl stood up and made her way outside the tent. The man turned to him. "You should be grateful, humans are usually killed on the spot. It was my lady's kindness that saved your life." The man said calmly.

The pain of just one touch tore through his body and nerves, "I'll thank her when my leg stops killing me," he was in pain. Not just a broken bone or a touch of frost, this was like death pealing off layers of skin, or a cannonball being fired at Rro's heal and having it shatter everything up to the knee.

"Got anything to put me out?" Rro asked, " I can't be awake with a pain like this!" It hurt, to say the least.

The man carefully placed three fingers on his head with his eyes closed. When he opened them, they were glowing and Rro passed out.

And with that Rro drifted away into a slumber that eased his pain at least for now. Soothed by his new found dream light a shadow over came him. A dragon, why have you left the sea Jolly Rogers? the dragon opened it's mouth and sea water drained out of it's mouth. Your destiny is not hidden in this mountain, buried in snow, Rro sighed and closed his eye as the pain slowly returned. His eyes slid open once more hours later. His head had nothing to say to his heart, his plan was eat, heal leg, get to the sea again.

Cleo was there again, looking at his leg worriedly and making signs at Athem. He brought over A sharp knife and a scarf of fox furs. She motioned again.

"Sir, we're going to have to take off your leg. There is an infection that has been traveling through the blood stream, beginning in the ankle. If we don't, it will spread and infect your body.

"No," he would not let a random tribes harlet take his leg from him, "you won't take the leg, I've beaten scurvy who knows how many times. You will not take my leg!" Rro always had a smart remark but not this time he was hardly dressed with a mute girl who wanted to slice his leg off this was not happening. "Cut off you own leg!" He sat up and punched Athem in the face grabbing his collar and pulling his outer fur layer off, a coat of some sort.

Rogers pulled the coat on himself trying to stand but his pain was almost to great. He did however find his way to his feet and stumble past the girl, "get your damn arrow head blade away from me!" He stepped once again into the cold with his foot this doubled the pain in his left leg and he wailed out in anguish! He had to find a horse or something, he had to get away.

Cleo let out a silent groan of annoyance and ran after him grabbing a ball of snow she molded it into thick ball before throwing in at the back of his head. She did this repeatedly, and repeatedly until she caught his attention.

Rro had found a horse he stumbled in the snow as a snowball hit, he ignored it. He untied it as another flew by his head missing. He lifted his bare right foot into the stirrup as another cold ice ball hit the back of his neck. "What do you want mute?" He said pulling himself up into the saddle.

Rogers reared the horse wincing from the pain in his leg, I'm going and there's nothing you can say to stop me," the man whipped the reins and took off as he shouted back to her, "literally, cause ya can't speak." This insult made him chuckle, he was in pain but he wasn't going to just let them take his leg from him.