Chapter 66: THIRD POV.
He forced his eyes to stay open, blinking rapidly until the blurry shapes around him started to make sense.
The moment his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, his heart stopped for a second.
His eyes widened in disbelief. He wasn't in a coral nest, and he wasn't on the sea floor. He saw that he was imprisoned in thick metal chains.
The cold iron was clamped tightly around his hands and feet, joining them together in a way that made it impossible to stand up straight or move freely.
He looked down at himself and noticed another change. He wasn't bare-chested anymore, not was he nude.
Currently, he had clothing on, though the quality was questionable. It was a rough, brown material that felt itchy and stiff against his skin.
It looked more like a dirty grain sack than actual clothing.
It was torn at the edges and smelled like salt and aged sweat.
