The threat of the kraken was gone. Cael thought that now the captains would be eager to leave the city, and surely someone would agree to leave them on an island on their way.
"It's you! The dark mage! Don't come closer, or I will call the guards. Where the Church is looking, why are you still walking our streets?! Allfather, deliver me from this evil…"
"You want me to bring you out to sea? Ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha! No way in hell, fishfucker. I'm not so stupid. You and your water devils will just drown me, and then do what vile things you do with the corpses."
"No, I won't take you on board. Sorry, but that's my skin on the line, and lord Caravaggio's cargo. If he finds out what I did, I will be begging on the streets."
I’ve been mixing cultures soooo terribly here. And I’m not sorry. :P