Gyles looked at me with a worried expression, "Do you trust me?"
I gave him a sharp glare without answering his question. I sneered, "Trap or not- I'm going."
"What!" He shouted to protest, "No! Are you an idiot? You almost just died!"
A hoarse laugh escaped my throat, "But, for some reason, I did not."
"I won't let you go."
I glared at him and stepped closer. Although I was smaller than him, he still shrunk back in fear. My voice was venomous, "Really? Do you really think you can stop me?"
He backed off quickly with a hurt expression, "Fine. But I'm going too."
"Do as you want."
"I want to come too!" Sylvia said, rushing over after hearing our shouts.
Gyles looked at her, "Actually, I could really use your help here. We need to fix the sail or else we will be in trouble."
"But, I-"
He cut her off, "I really could use your strength in protecting the men while I'm gone. Do you think you could do this for me?"
And another one bites the dust~
...Too soon?
Okay! Back to the present we go~
No more past flashbacks (yay!)