The cavern. Music blaring. Crowds talking. Pirates slopping down rum and sharpening weapons. Respected men, on studies, quietly sitting in the corners of the room, trying to escape the noise.
“Lassie!!” Drunken, oversized, called out.
The prisoner turn, insulted in a way.
“Why ye hanging with the landlubber!!” He was practically screaming at the top of his lungs.
It rolled its eyes and followed the Professor quietly behind, squeezing through the crowds.
“Wait here.” The Professor told. It watched her walk up to the counter, whispered a word or two to the bartender and signalled for it to follow as she entered the wooden door leading away from all the commotion.
“Prof.” The prisoner whispered.
Professor Louisa IV ignored. Instead she walked up to someone sitting by the oil lamp. Shook hands and sat beside her.
“This is Captain Tuna Whiskers XV.” She introduced the girl in crimson. He hair laid about shoulder length, curled at the ends. Her cutlass laid beside her. She stood.
“And who this matey be?” She pointed.
“This-” Professor spoke.
“Captain Felix III. Scourge of the seven seas.” She tipped her hat.
“Ahhh...so I’ve heard.” Captain Tuna went back tied her cutlass around her waist, put on her hat. She straightened her clothes and buckled in her pistols. Her boots met her pants at her knees.
“Shall we Professor?” Somewhat she ignored Captain Felix.
She lead the way out the back door.
“We set sail by the break of dawn.” She set.
Captain Felix cleared her throat. The Professor spoke. “We don-”
“No boat, matey.” Captain Felix cut in.
Captain Tuna laughed a bit. “Ye running a rig on me aye?”
“I ain’t, bucko” Captain Felix shook her head.
On hearing that, Captain Tuna grabbed Professor Louisa by the collar with a dagger to her neck.
“Why I oughta blow this man down send ye scurvy to Davy Jones for good!!”
The pistol clicked. Aimed directly at Captain Tuna’s head, Captain Felix spoke, “Betcha ye be going to Davy Jones before Prof.”
She stared through the corner of her eye. “Captain Felix III, scourge of the seven seas, scallywag, I’ll make ye walk the plank after me blow this man down.”
The Professor spoke in stutters. “We can just get a ship and-”
Captain Tuna yanked at her. “Aye! That be good!” She rolled her eyes. “If me had loot!!!!!!!!!! Me ain’t got loot.”
Professor Louisa stood almost off the ground. Captain Felix still held the pistol to her head, fingering the trigger.
“Lass, put the landlubber down.” Captain Felix calmed her tone. Hoping to stop the insanity.
Captain Tuna slowly lowered down her dagger and released Professor Louisa. The professor ran behind Captain Felix just in case.
Captain Tuna had a grin. “Mate, dead men tell no tales, now do they?” With that she plunged her dagger into Captain Felix’s abdomen.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!” Captain Felix held on to where she was stabbed. The professor aided but couldn’t do much.
“Better luck next time, bucko.” Captain Tuna began to walk away.
She turned and continued. “Pppffftttt!! Ye ain’t the scourge of the seven seas no more. Ye going to Davy Jones!!!” Then added with a cackle.
Professor Louisa, worried as hell, tried to help. “Felix. Felix. You a’rite?”
Captain Felix stood, though still holding on to the area she got stabbed. “CAPTAIN FELIX to ye!!!!”
“Kay. Kay.” Captain Felix went back to bending down in pain.
Weakly standing up, Captain Felix spoke. “Aye!!! Captain Tuna, ye scumbag!”
The professor worried about Captain Felix’s condition, tried to see, but Captain Felix brushed her off.
Captain Felix yanked out the dagger. “Ahhhh!!! FUCK!!!!”
“Me rum!!” The dagger hit her canister she used to keep her rum, putting a hole into it.
Captain Tune looked back and sweared. “FUCK!!!”
Captain Felix pulled out her canister, shook it to see if there was any left. And threw the canister aside. She wiped her lips and clicked her pistol to Captain Tuna’s head again.
“Even if ye stood there, I send ye to Davy Jones!”
The Professor rolled her eyes.
“Alright already!!! Stop with the Davy Jones threats!! No one’s going to Davy Jones!! Not today!! Not tomorrow!! Not ever!! Captain Tuna Whiskers XV get over here!! Captain Felix III put away your pistol before I crush it!!”
Sternly she ordered and screamed at the both of them.
“Aye, prof.” Captain Felix shoved her pistol back to where they came from.
Captain Tuna reluctantly walked back.
Before she reach, Captain Felix asked, “Prof, Ye can’t have two captains on one ship ye know...”
“Of course I can!!!”
“Naye, Prof, Naye. There’d be a munity, except it’s capitan on capitan.” Captain Felix shook her head.
“Ye cowardly swab!!!” Captain Tuna remarked as she rejoined them.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Chapter One -Part One-
A half eaten bun flew into the cell. The humid air. That cracked four walls. A pair of knee high leather boots sat. There was silence. The guard sat, slouching back on his chair, legs on the desk. He was way overfed. If I’d get out, I would out run him for sure. His eyes shut, most probably going for his nap again. Most of the cells were shared. Some ran their steel cups against the bars making a sound, breaking the silence. Some just made with their voice. Behind bars, majority buffed, muscular, notorious, one of the greatest most feared of the seven seas. The men had marks on their skins, tattooed. There were missing limbs and body parts in some; normality.
They roared. They shouted. Taunted. Banged. The guard fell, awaken from his slumber. He greeted her. Well dressed, educated, armed. She had her long auburn hair tied up in a pony tail and wore a hat. Her cloak draped to the uneven prison grounds. There was a silent conversation between them. Amongst the deafening sounds they prisoners were making, it looked like a quiet play. Their fist sounded against the cold metal cell. They slowly walked down the corridor, past every single cell, every single prisoner. And everyone of them stopped after they had passed. The sound grew faint and soon disappeared. The guard had her wait while he gets his keys. The keys rang, echoed.
“Are you sure about this, miss?”
She silently nodded.
“These held captive are one of the most feared of the seven seas!” He warned.
She nodded.
He walked back. Stopped at one of the cells.
“This is BlackPitch. Imprisoned for-” He scavenged through the bundles of keys.
She stared. Dissatisfied. The muscular man’s eyes pierced through the iron bar. He had a scar over his left eye making it slightly closed. His bald head, untamed moustache and tattooed filled arms; figures, he’s but an ordinary plain old pirate.
Feeling a bit irritated, she stopped him. “Did you not hear me? I want intelligence, not brawns.”
He nodded and moved on. Trying hard to cover up his mistake. Mumbling words of silent anger to himself. He stopped at another. Fiddled the keys, not bothered to give her a proper introduction on the prisoner. She cleared her throat. “Oh...yes..yes..” He stood straight and pointed.
She tried to see through the darkness. The prisoner was about five feet four. Worn out boots and tattooed filled limbs. There were stitches up the legs and around the arms. Dirty filled fingers, stained from the oil and rust.
“This is Baron Vendetta. Baron’s been on coun-” She stopped him again.
“Did I not make myself clear?! Especially on WHAT I wanted?!” She grabbed him by the collar. “Or do I have to do it the hard way?!?!”
Shaken, he nodded quickly and brushed himself. He ran to the last cell on the right. “Come. Come.”
“I’m sure you’ll want this.”
She crossed her arms. Stomping her feet a little on the uneven prison grounds. He fiddled; looking for the key. He smiled and showed her the key before inserting it into the lock. Click. Didn’t budge.
He tried another. Click. Nope. He began to shiver a bit trying to find the right key and the extremely large bundle of lookalike keys. He showed her again; she rolled her eyes. There was a silent grin from inside the cell.
Light from outside shined into the cell but the prisoner sat at the darkest corner. Only the boot showed. Black leather, well taken care of and polished as well. The pair of legs were crossed as if very relaxed and comfortable. A glimpse of the long ends of the clothes the prisoner wore showed, the ends were bordered with a golden bronze ribbon. The rest remained in the shadows.
She rolled her eyes again. Click. He slammed himself into the cell gate in desperation and ended up falling back on the gravel. She slapped her forehead.
“You were saying?!” She was losing her patience.
From all the snacks he’d gobble down during his duty, he won’t be getting up anytime soon.
There was a solemn laughter from inside.
She walked back to the cell. Strained her eyes to see. “Who are you?!” She asked.
An evil grin showed. “I.” The pair of boots disappeared. The sound of them hitting the floor, the prisoner was getting up. She patiently waited. “I.” The prisoner repeated, still walking in the darkness. She silently waited. “You. I know who you are.” A pair of eyes glistened. “Professor Louisa IV.” A sinister tone echoed in that cell. She stepped back a bit, wondering how it knew. “Scared?!” The prisoner asked. She stood her ground and ordered. “Show yourself!!” The prisoner remained in the shadows. “Before I do, may I enquire. Why.”
“For personal reasons.” Enough said. The prisoner stepped into the light. Wearing the tri-cornered hat, fairly short haired, the collar of the top stood bordered with the same golden bronze ribbon as the one at the ends of it and three golden buttons buttoned at the abdomen. The white shirt inside turned a yellow from all the debris and dust in the cells, tightly wrapped though ripped at some parts due to past battles. The shorts covered just what they were supposed to. Black leather reached up to the knees. The sleeve folded up half the arm. The prisoner bowed. “At your service, Professor Louisa IV.”
A slight smile craved on her face. “Unlock this cell and you can come with me.”
“Hah!!!!” The prisoner laughed. “If I wanted to escape this dump I would’ve done it a long time ago, Professor.” The prisoner pointed and her. “And I most certainly can.”
“Go ahead then.” She grinned a bit at her own challenge.
She watched the prisoner pull out something from behind the right ear, then the left and placed both in the keyhole. The lock clicked randomly as the prisoner twisted and turned.
The cell door creaked open. The prisoner stood proud at the opening. She stared but smiled at the prisoner. Examining the prisoner up and down once more. No tattoos; no scars.
Silently they walked out, leaving the guard on the floor.
In the mist of the corridors the prisoner spoke. “Aye!! One sec. Me sword and me guns.” The prisoner pointed. The Professor nodded and walked up to the counter, explained and nodded to the prisoner. Briskly the prisoner grabbed what it needed. On its way out something caught its eye. “Ooo...shiny...” Looking around. Nobody’s looking. It grabbed the pair of well polished pistols and the dagger. Probably owned by one of those in the cells. But then again, who cares!! Running a little, catching up with the Professor.
Out in town, they went through the port. “Do you have a ship?” The prisoner asked. The Professor stared as if it had just asked the stupidest question ever. But solemnly said,”No.”
“Aren’t you supposed to get ME a ship?!”
“Aren’t you supposed to OWN a ship?!”
The prisoner stood silence, not knowing what to say. There was a long silence between them through the buzzing of the mongers at the port.
“Say.” The Professor broke the silence. “What shall I address you by?”
The prisoner laughed. “I thank you Professor for freeing me. But I find no necessity to get acquainted now.”
“Oh, believe me. We ARE going to have to get acquainted.”
The prisoner shook its head. “Nope. Not a chance Professor.”
“As a matter a fact, we are, doing it now.” The Professor grinned.
The prisoner pointed to turn left. “And what you purpose to do there exactly, I mean at The Winkles Rusty Cavern.”
The Professor entered. “You’ll see.”
They roared. They shouted. Taunted. Banged. The guard fell, awaken from his slumber. He greeted her. Well dressed, educated, armed. She had her long auburn hair tied up in a pony tail and wore a hat. Her cloak draped to the uneven prison grounds. There was a silent conversation between them. Amongst the deafening sounds they prisoners were making, it looked like a quiet play. Their fist sounded against the cold metal cell. They slowly walked down the corridor, past every single cell, every single prisoner. And everyone of them stopped after they had passed. The sound grew faint and soon disappeared. The guard had her wait while he gets his keys. The keys rang, echoed.
“Are you sure about this, miss?”
She silently nodded.
“These held captive are one of the most feared of the seven seas!” He warned.
She nodded.
He walked back. Stopped at one of the cells.
“This is BlackPitch. Imprisoned for-” He scavenged through the bundles of keys.
She stared. Dissatisfied. The muscular man’s eyes pierced through the iron bar. He had a scar over his left eye making it slightly closed. His bald head, untamed moustache and tattooed filled arms; figures, he’s but an ordinary plain old pirate.
Feeling a bit irritated, she stopped him. “Did you not hear me? I want intelligence, not brawns.”
He nodded and moved on. Trying hard to cover up his mistake. Mumbling words of silent anger to himself. He stopped at another. Fiddled the keys, not bothered to give her a proper introduction on the prisoner. She cleared her throat. “Oh...yes..yes..” He stood straight and pointed.
She tried to see through the darkness. The prisoner was about five feet four. Worn out boots and tattooed filled limbs. There were stitches up the legs and around the arms. Dirty filled fingers, stained from the oil and rust.
“This is Baron Vendetta. Baron’s been on coun-” She stopped him again.
“Did I not make myself clear?! Especially on WHAT I wanted?!” She grabbed him by the collar. “Or do I have to do it the hard way?!?!”
Shaken, he nodded quickly and brushed himself. He ran to the last cell on the right. “Come. Come.”
“I’m sure you’ll want this.”
She crossed her arms. Stomping her feet a little on the uneven prison grounds. He fiddled; looking for the key. He smiled and showed her the key before inserting it into the lock. Click. Didn’t budge.
He tried another. Click. Nope. He began to shiver a bit trying to find the right key and the extremely large bundle of lookalike keys. He showed her again; she rolled her eyes. There was a silent grin from inside the cell.
Light from outside shined into the cell but the prisoner sat at the darkest corner. Only the boot showed. Black leather, well taken care of and polished as well. The pair of legs were crossed as if very relaxed and comfortable. A glimpse of the long ends of the clothes the prisoner wore showed, the ends were bordered with a golden bronze ribbon. The rest remained in the shadows.
She rolled her eyes again. Click. He slammed himself into the cell gate in desperation and ended up falling back on the gravel. She slapped her forehead.
“You were saying?!” She was losing her patience.
From all the snacks he’d gobble down during his duty, he won’t be getting up anytime soon.
There was a solemn laughter from inside.
She walked back to the cell. Strained her eyes to see. “Who are you?!” She asked.
An evil grin showed. “I.” The pair of boots disappeared. The sound of them hitting the floor, the prisoner was getting up. She patiently waited. “I.” The prisoner repeated, still walking in the darkness. She silently waited. “You. I know who you are.” A pair of eyes glistened. “Professor Louisa IV.” A sinister tone echoed in that cell. She stepped back a bit, wondering how it knew. “Scared?!” The prisoner asked. She stood her ground and ordered. “Show yourself!!” The prisoner remained in the shadows. “Before I do, may I enquire. Why.”
“For personal reasons.” Enough said. The prisoner stepped into the light. Wearing the tri-cornered hat, fairly short haired, the collar of the top stood bordered with the same golden bronze ribbon as the one at the ends of it and three golden buttons buttoned at the abdomen. The white shirt inside turned a yellow from all the debris and dust in the cells, tightly wrapped though ripped at some parts due to past battles. The shorts covered just what they were supposed to. Black leather reached up to the knees. The sleeve folded up half the arm. The prisoner bowed. “At your service, Professor Louisa IV.”
A slight smile craved on her face. “Unlock this cell and you can come with me.”
“Hah!!!!” The prisoner laughed. “If I wanted to escape this dump I would’ve done it a long time ago, Professor.” The prisoner pointed and her. “And I most certainly can.”
“Go ahead then.” She grinned a bit at her own challenge.
She watched the prisoner pull out something from behind the right ear, then the left and placed both in the keyhole. The lock clicked randomly as the prisoner twisted and turned.
The cell door creaked open. The prisoner stood proud at the opening. She stared but smiled at the prisoner. Examining the prisoner up and down once more. No tattoos; no scars.
Silently they walked out, leaving the guard on the floor.
In the mist of the corridors the prisoner spoke. “Aye!! One sec. Me sword and me guns.” The prisoner pointed. The Professor nodded and walked up to the counter, explained and nodded to the prisoner. Briskly the prisoner grabbed what it needed. On its way out something caught its eye. “Ooo...shiny...” Looking around. Nobody’s looking. It grabbed the pair of well polished pistols and the dagger. Probably owned by one of those in the cells. But then again, who cares!! Running a little, catching up with the Professor.
Out in town, they went through the port. “Do you have a ship?” The prisoner asked. The Professor stared as if it had just asked the stupidest question ever. But solemnly said,”No.”
“Aren’t you supposed to get ME a ship?!”
“Aren’t you supposed to OWN a ship?!”
The prisoner stood silence, not knowing what to say. There was a long silence between them through the buzzing of the mongers at the port.
“Say.” The Professor broke the silence. “What shall I address you by?”
The prisoner laughed. “I thank you Professor for freeing me. But I find no necessity to get acquainted now.”
“Oh, believe me. We ARE going to have to get acquainted.”
The prisoner shook its head. “Nope. Not a chance Professor.”
“As a matter a fact, we are, doing it now.” The Professor grinned.
The prisoner pointed to turn left. “And what you purpose to do there exactly, I mean at The Winkles Rusty Cavern.”
The Professor entered. “You’ll see.”
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