Hard Labour

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       We both woke up in shackles, but only around our ankles. It seemed that we could only walk so far without being held back by the chains. We wandered around our semi-circle, without any real purpose. We soon found two pickaxes and some ores of various materials. We assumed that the pirates wanted us to mine the metals out of the ore, so we started hacking away at the stones. I wasn't very good at getting the metal, it seemed that every time I got close to getting it out in one piece, I would chop through the entire rock and shatter the precious materials inside.

Phil, on the other hand, was a master. He would get the metal out in one piece every time, and it would only take him one or two swings. Either way, the effort was getting to me, and whenever I thought I could take a break, a space pirate would come in and tell me to get back to work, and whip me. A plan slowly developed in my head, and soon we were going to put it into action.

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