Day of a whisper chapter 1
The sun is bright, the water is cool. This is a perfect day. As I stare out across the waterfront, I see many ships come into dock.
"so which one do you think has the valuable goods? I'm sure it's the fancy ship with gold sails", Soca exclaims.
"look we're here just to get what we need, so don't do anything rash, okay."
"okay, I just get a little out of hand when I see so much goods in one easy spot. And don't lecture me about what we need, you used to be worse than me Vikk."
With a smirk I say, " we will raid them the first watch is about to sleep, that way they will be tired and easy picking."
I sat there waiting for five hours, the first watch was about to head in. "okay Soca, it's time", he nods.
He walks over by the ship like an ordinary person and gets their atention, wile I sneak around for a good vantage point. Lining up my bow, three, one left, one right, one in the middle. About eight to nine meters, no armor, to easy.
I take the shot, it pierces strait through the neck of the right man. Before he could hit the ground soca takes out the woman on the left with a powerful side strike, and I take the last one out with a shot to the heart.
"let's go soca, we won't have much time before the others get suspisious." I say as I slide down a steep hill side.
But when I got down, I look at Soca, he was frozen in place. "hey, Soca what's..." I pause, I see him fall to the ground. "Soca!" I see the person standing behind Soca, it was a tall well built guy and he was smiling! "you bastard! Who the hell are you?"
I'm the captain of this ship, and the one that will send you to hell", he said with a deadly smirk.
I look at Soca's dead body laying there, still, the I look at the captain. He wipes the blood from his blade, and in that moment I saw my opening! I quickly draw an arrow, and fire strait to his head.
I see a spark off his blade. He deflected my arrow! Who was this man? "arrest this man!" and in that moment three imperial guards march on the boat. They quickly surround me and disarm my weapons. They shackle my wrists, and march me away. And as I pass the captain he smiles one last time and says, " you should always know who your sourses are." I look away, damn! How could this happen?