The crowd bellowed towards the center of the tight fitted court room, rattling like cattle. All the noise they made grew so loud that even the people in the streets slowed their pace whenever they passed the largest, and fanciest building in town. Everyone, mostly the men, were shouting at the top of their lungs. Accusing fingers were pointing at the judge. Lips were being twisted, tongues untied. And in the middle of all that chaos, stood Captain Killian Jones, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Hang the bastard," one women shouted, cupping her lips to be heard louder.
"Hey!" the Captain disagreed.
"I have made my final decision. Killian Jones will be charged with six counts of theft and will spend one year and thirty-one days in Capstone's prison." One man spat. Thankfully Killian noticed, stepping gracefully to his side.
"Thirty-one days, really? Why not just thirty,"
The gravel in the judge's bony hand pounded down like words carved in stone. "Get him out of my face," he called towards the guardsmen of Capstone.
"Let's go Jones,"
He wasn't afraid, about how long he'd spend in jail, because it wouldn't be any longer than a day, or two, with his skilled hands. He was reigning champ at breaking and entering (as always). Best on his ship (like he should be). He was Captain Killian Jones of the Jolly Roger. No one out did him. At least not on his territory.
"Watch the jacket," the guards tossed him in to a holding cell. The darkest holding cell. "Well, Ello," his crew grunted as he held his arms open in defense. "Now it's not as bad as it looks fellows." He paused. "And lassie" Ebba rolled her eyes.
"We break out by sundown. Find me ship. Then off we sail over the horizon and beyond. Now, give me the run down Fa."
A young lad with dark hair stood before his Captain. Fa was an excellent at weak points and structures. Architecture was the proper word for it. Although, Killian usually called him his magician.
"We're locked in pretty tight sir. The bars seem to be newer iron. And the walls are super heavy."
"Can you get us out boy?"
Everyone shot at him, irritated at their own Captain, yet still held out hope. "I'll try sir,"
"That's it my boy." He slapped him over the back. "Now, Kolby our escape has to be elaborate. Big! We need to send a message."
"To whom?"
"Why that's for me to know. And for you to find out."
Ebba brushed her coils out of her face, settling in the far corner. Her eyes on the Captain.
"Jolly Roger, here we come." Killian smirked.