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"All right everyone! That's enough loading! Abandon harbor, everyone into the boats!"
"Bu-but, Angus, we can still fit two or three more barrels into-"
"It's not worth it! Everyone in! They took the keep a half hour ago, they should be only minutes from here!"
The first boat was stuffed with as many people as it would hold, the oars were struck to the water, and they shoved off.
But alas, just as Sir Angus had predicted, the foul, treacherous Queen's troops arrived.
And in full stride, they sprinted towards the noble families trying to escape.
"Augh!! They're coming!" screamed the people.
"Then we'll be leaving!" Sir Angus shouted as he flung out his dagger and sliced the ropes that bound the second boat to the dock. With a mighty splash, the small wooden craft was afloat and rapidly heading away from the shore.
The enemy were forced to halt their pursuit at the wharf's edge.
"Cursed Garheim pigs! Ye can run but ye can't hide forever!" screamed the leader of the wretched brigands.
Once the refugees were safely out to sea, they turned and looked back to see their beloved town as the smoke began to climb above it and flames rose to the gray heavens.
"Where will we go, Angus?" queried Morgan.
Where no one will find us. Everyone, head due East."
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