"What? Where am I, this is a dream right? Help!" Shelle softly cries as she jolts awake and twists to try and see her surroundings, and then unable to move her legs she fears maybe it's not a dream after all... The room is dark but warm, even though she is freezing cold inside. As her eyes struggle to adjust to the low light she makes out large wooden furniture, heavy leather chairs, and deep fur rugs - the pile of which her bare shoulders are nestled into - I'm on the floor- it's not a dream, she thrashes desperately as she realizes her hands are bound at the wrists. But it must be, I can't be the catch of the day in a fisherman's shack, she tries to recall her watery nightmare and then hears the crackle of a roaring fire...

"Easy there!" a deep voice booms from another room, and then a giant appears above her, loosening her cuffs and massaging the blood back into her hands. "Had to secure you for your own safety in case you woke while I was in the galley." Shelle hea...

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