The deck of the Prahu , Sandokan’s ship, anchored off the coast of Labuan under a crescent moon.
The air was thick with the scent of salt and tropical jasmine. Sandokan stood at the prow, his dark eyes fixed on the distant lights of the British settlement. In his hand, he gripped the hilt of his kris, the blade cold against his palm. sandokan90
"They think they’ve caged the tiger," Sandokan murmured, his voice a low growl that mirrored the rolling surf. The deck of the Prahu , Sandokan’s ship,