A/N: Inspired by Pirate Vincent in my last story "Trapped", and also by listening to too much classical music from Richard Wagner… this is to train me on the art of adding feelings to the characters. I know it's short, but if you would kindly read and review, that would be nice—it would let me know if it's worth continuing…
Godo Kisaragi and the rest of the crew of the "Highwind" were sailing on over back to Wutai. The airship was low on fuel, a stop would be necessary—not to mention that everyone had just come on over from Costa Del Sol. "Cid, have we found a port yet?" he asked the pilot, "The entire crew is getting tired here, and frankly, I don't blame them."
"Would you fucking relax boss?" said Captain Highwind, "I know what the bloody fuck I'm doing, the next port that would take us to Wutai faster is up over at Nibelheim. We stop there, we gas the fuck up, and we get the fuck out of there. I heard stories about that place, not that I believe them, but I am still very spooked out whenever I land there."
"What kind of stories?"
"Sky pirate attacks…quite a bloody few of them. Those blighters attack when they know that an airship has landed to gas up. We just have to pray that those fucking wankers aren't home. But the worst of these bloody stories I've heard about is this one crew—they come and attack any ship, be it pirate, military, or merchant, and they disappear…some of the crew are missing, some are dead, but one thing's for sure, all the gold that was onboard the attacked vessel was cleaned out…and then there's no trace of the crew or the ship anywhere, as if they were ghosts."
"Maybe they are professional pirates."
"If it were professionals, then the rest of the bloody goods would have been gone as well. And I can tell you, no ship can attack and leave in a matter of minutes and…"
A crewmember had come running into the helm. "Captain! We have a problem."
Captain Highwind got up from his seat, and walked quickly towards the crewmember. "You fucking blighter! Haven't you heard of knocking? What's the bloody problem?!"
"We have an unidentified airship approaching us. But from the rough look I had on it, it appeared to be a Bahamut-class battle cruiser."
The captain's eyes widened in surprise. "Bahamut? Those things are bloody old as hell! Have you tried hailing them?" Bahamut-class battle cruisers were rather fast and heavily-armed airships. They were not as fast as a destroyer, but they could level an entire city in one barrage alone…to see one of these ships in one piece and outside of an aviation museum or private collection is very rare as many of them have been scrapped since the last war almost thirty years ago, and they are rare ships to begin with.
"We have, but they won't respond—they're accelerating as of this moment."
Cid paled with fear. "Get the crew ready—it sounds like we have a pirate coming on over…have some of the crew armed, and get that speed cranked up! Man those fucking…"
"Don't bother with the cannons or running away" said Godo, his voice calm but not betraying the fear in it, "just arm the crew."
When Cid and his crewmember turned around, he saw what his boss had meant—the battle cruiser had started positioning itself to board the "Highwind". Bahamut-class battle cruisers were old engines of warfare, but they were also unique works of art due to their streamlined designs and the enormous amount of attention to detail in making each ship not only beautiful, but durable and practical. This particular ship was colored black and red with ornate gold and silver inlays…at the keel of the airship was a silver statue of an angel looking forward with her hair flowing backwards with the winds…if the Bahamut battle cruisers were beautiful, then this particular model put the rest to shame…but something about this model of this series of battle cruisers was familiar to Captain Highwind…where had he seen this model of Bahamut?
A/N: The particular song by Wagner that put me in a beat for this story is the overture for "Der Fliegende Hollander" (in English, it's "The Flying Dutchman").