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Gutt stared at the rising sun from the mast, lost in thought.
This was the day. The day he and the crew got revenge.
They were definitely an odd bunch, his crew. He had found them in different places all over the world, from Asia to the deserts of Australia. Some wanted protection, a few actual revenge. That was what he was here for. Revenge. He had been rescued by his original crew after the siren attack, and had since travelled the seas, trying to find an army to hunt and kill that mammoth and his family.
And he had succeeded. In a week's time, he would be at Switchback Cove, and the whole herd would be begging him to spare their lives. He smirked. It was, to him anyway, a nice thought.
Mia frowned at the primate dangling from the mast above her. ''Does he always zone out like this?'' The kangaroo next to her shook her head. ''He didn't used ta. It's just since... y'know.''
The short, dark brown molehog nodded. She, and the rest of the crew, had heard the story of the mammoth, how he had taken all the captain owned, including, (though it wasn't ever said to his face) his sanity.
Ever since he was rescued from sirens, he had spent all his days and nights plotting revenge. Horrible tortures that gave Mia herself nightmares. She didn't like to think about it. And the other leader, Soto, was equally horrible and just as bloodthirsty. Mia didn't trust either of them an inch. The only reason she was on the crew was because she needed protection. She would have stayed at home if she had any choice in the matter. But she didn't.
Anyway, the rest of the crew was nice, or at least , except for Jackson and Cara. However, Mia had struck up quite a friendship with the twoyoungest members, Roshan and Adsila. Both were teenagers like herself, and, surprisingly, humans.
Roshan had been found by the shore. He had been banished from his tribe. Apparently, he had been partially raised by animals, and had been able to speak their language ever since. The tribe had only tolerated him because his father was leader. When his father had died in a hunting accident, they'd turned on him, saying he was a witch, a demon. So he had fled.
Adsila, meanwhile, had been raised by animals all her life, as a pirate. She and her crew were on Gutt's ship because their own had run aground. They were trying to get to Switchback Cove, where they could obtain a new one. As a sort of thank-you to Gutt for giving them a lift, they would also be participating in the revenge plot.
''Raz! Mia!'' Mia jumped. She had forgotten they were there. And she was, in general, a jumpy kind of person anyway.
Gutt continued. ''I want you to wake the others. We need to go over the plan again.'' Both nodded, and walked (or hopped, in Raz's case) to the vine ladder that led below deck.
Below deck, it was dark and cool, lit only by a flaming torch on the wall, courtesy of Roshan, who as a human knew how to make fire. It was filled with sleeping bodies and the sound of snoring.
Raz went over to wake her crewmates, and Mia decided to see if she could find Adsila. She did so fairly quickly. Her friend was lying next to George. George was the captain of her crew. He was a large and formidable-looking polar bear with an eyepatch made of a leaf and a twisted jaw that had clearly been broken at some point. Adsila was curled up in a ball like a cat, her face buried in his thick white fur.
Mia smiled at the familiar form of her friend. Tan skin, dark eyes, long nose,thin lips and wild dark hair that looked like it had never been touched with a comb. Come to think of it, it probably hadn't.
Mia gently poked her. ''Addie, wake up.'' Another poke. ''Adsila...''
"M' trying to sleep,'' the human mumbled, opening her dark brown eyes.
"Gutt's called a meeting."
''Did he have to call a meeting at the crack of dawn?"
"Apparently."
"Ugh, Fine... Let's go wake Roshan.''
Ten minutes later, the crew were all up, sitting on the deck, waiting for Gutt and presumably Soto as he hadn't been below deck. In fact, nobody had seen him.
Mia vaguely wondered where he was.
She was snapped out of her vague wonderings by Gutt and Soto striding onto the deck.
"You're probably wondering why I called this meeting,'' started Gutt. ''Well, Soto and I have been talking. Discussing a strategy. We can't just charge up and attack. I want that filthy mammoth and all his little friends to suffer.'' He gestured to Soto. "Begin."
The saber smirked. "Well, we're going to do a sort of sneak attack. We're going to try and earn their friendship, then, just as they start to trust us... we attack.Obviously, they'll recognise me, my pack and the pirates, so we'll send in Annabeth, Adsila, James, Jackson and Mia. They won't recognise you. I want you to get to know them, then, at night report back to us. Tell us their weaknesses, where they'll be on the day of the attack, etcetera. You'll be posing as travellers who've lost their homes in the Drift. Clear?"
Mia's throat was dry. She really didn't want to hurt anyone. She thought she could just get to Switchback Cove, maybe do a small amount of fighting and leave, but clearly that wouldn't be the case. Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper as she answered. "Clear."