Dying was not honorable. Alex wondered if Arthur was high when designing the trial. It was too pretentious. Did Arthur want him to experience death or be able to dispose of the pirates before they could defile the woman?
His hands were cuffed, making it impossible to escape the situation. Most of his strength had been sealed, too.
It was truly a dire situation. Alex understood the fact that Arthur wanted him to feel desperate, but was there actually a solution to the predicament he was currently in?
"Decide," the obese man, who seemed like the captain, ordered. "Yer decision decides he'r fa-ate."
Cringing at the captain's horrendous accent, Alex sighed in defeat. Cursing Arthur in his heart, he revealed the cutest face he could muster. "Could you let us go, mister?"