Disclaimer: I do not own Suikoden.
Disclaimer: I do not own Suikoden.
A/N: Okay now this story is different, as far as I know, but hey different isn't always bad. Of course it takes place after the bad ending only because I have to say I don't like Lyon very much. Also this will be another Frey X Miakis, why? Because I just like that couple so much.
It's pretty much has to do with the prince (Freyjadour) leaving Falena and going to the island nations. Where he will become a pirate. A few years later Miakis goes and tries to find him. She stumbles upon him only to discover that he is a pirate. Of course she is displeased with his sudden change and it will pretty much go around the development between those two. You could hate it or love it; I just ask you give it a chance.
Oh one last thing. Even though this takes place in the Island Nations that does not mean it is a cross over of games. You will read some familiar places and such things like that. Don't count on there being a Lazlo or someone like that. Just telling you now so you know what you expect. There might be some language in this story too. Just warning ya, even though I'm sure you don't care.
The sun was shining brightly into the overly large room. There were three large windows lining the back wall. It had a desk with a chair, then a little coffee table with another four chairs. There were some suits of armor and various paintings. They ranged from scenery to portraits. A few book selves were pressed against the walls covered in books that held almost no significance. This entire office was unnecessary. The commander just needed a desk, and chair. Not all these little odds and ends.
Suddenly the young commander heard a nock at the door. "Enter!"
A guard in the usual Falena army uniform entered the room. "Commander Freyjadour sir!"
"Yes?" The prince asked trying to hurry the guard up. He had a lot of paper work to finish. That's all this job was, paper work. He never felt like he was actually commanding anything. He was extremely happy when Lym granted him this position, but now he resented it.
"I have to bring some things to your attention sir," the soldier replied in the normal army fashion.
"What might they be?" Frey inquired soon regretting it.
"Well first I have brought you more papers to be filled and signed." The guard walked up and placed a pile on his desk before continuing. "I was told to inform you that new recruits wish to join the army, and you need to pass judgment tomorrow. The senate wants to discuss something's with you and also you have been granted an invitation to Rainwall. The princess is displeased with current status of the palace and wants to renovate it somewhat. She asks that you be in charge of the construction. Also the beavers ask for help in rebuilding their own little village and seeing how you have past relations with them. You are to go and meet to discuss what must be done, and when."
Frey froze at some point during the guard's list of duties that he must do. Did they really expect him to do all that; there just was no way he could do it all. After some awkwardly silent minutes Frey managed to speak.
"What does the senate wish to discuss?" Frey asked hoping it wouldn't be do much. The heavens forbid if he managed to relax at some point in his life.
"Well quite a few things sir," the guard responded oblivious to the commander's dislike of all the work. "I think it has to do with Stormfist, Ceras Castle, what the future of Falena will be. Things like that sir."
That could take more then a day to discuss, Frey angrily thought in his head. This was getting old, all he ever did now was just work. He couldn't remember the last time he got to use a sword. Since he got this position he felt like some figure head.
"Alright thank you," Frey looked back down at his work, "you are dismissed." Frey didn't hear a motion or any form of movement. He looked back up to see the guard nervously standing there. "Yes?"
"Well sir, um… I was told to escort you to the senate."
"They want me to go now?" Frey asked a little louder then he wanted to.
"Umm…yes sir," the soldier began to get more nervous. He had never seen the commander act in any way other then up most chivalry. Then again, that might just be a front he put up. Even though he was older than the commander, he heard stories. Stories that seemed like legends, it made the prince seem almost as if a god. He was supposed to have god like agility, and skills that could rival any fighter. Not only that but they also say his intelligence is unbelievably high when it comes to war strategies. Taught by Lucretia herself he is a prodigy.
Then again you could only trust stories to a certain extent. You can't believe what everybody says. For all he knew he just got the job because he is the prince. No matter what the reason the prince received the job he would follow his orders.
"Alright," Frey hastily rose from his chair and briskly left the room. The guard chased after him.
I'm a seventeen-year-old boy I should be having fun. Messing around, not having a care in the world, but it's just the opposite. I probably have more work then anyone and everyday something gets added on.
Frey took long fast strides to reach the senate house. When he got there he forcefully pushed the doors open. He made his way to the bottom level and into the main room. When he reached that everybody was already waiting for him. They fell silent as he entered; Frey ignored the silence and quickly took his usual seat. He crossed his arms and sat there, wishing he could just get away from it all.
5 hours later
Frey slowly stepped out of the senate building, "Someone please kill me."
"Hey grumpy."
Frey turned to see Miakis standing there with her hands behind her back. The usual bright smile on her face. Frey couldn't help but smile when he saw her. He walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Miakis please save me," Frey melodramatically stated, leaning against her acting as if his body was about to give out.
"Aww you poor baby, did the grumpy old men bore you," Miakis replied playing along.
"You have no idea, I think I would've died."
"That bad."
"Yeah this whole day, not even. The whole week has just been bad. Everyday I just get more boring work. I do it and try not to complain but I have my limits. I don't think I can take anymore."
Miakis bit her lip nervously hoping that Frey wouldn't notice. Sadly he did and immediately he stepped back.
"Miakis please…please I'm begging you. Don't tell me you came to give me more work." He clasped his hands together shaking them in front of her.
Miakis looked down at the ground, "I'm sorry prince, but you have to go to Fort Sauronix." Miakis looked up to see great disdain on the prince's face. She reached out and put a supportive hand on his shoulder. "Really I'm sorry Frey but you know it goes with the commander's job."
"Man this sucks, I have to go to Stormfist, Rainwall, and Sauronix. They are nowhere near each other. This trip could take a month or more. Then when I come back I will have to work on construction, not to mention all the paper work that will be stacking up while I'm gone." Frey complained. Miakis could only offer an apologetic smile.
There is one thing that would make the trip better, Frey thought. "Hey Miakis you'll be coming with me right?"
Once again the Queen's Knight looked towards the ground. She reached across her stomach and grabbed her elbow nervously, "I'm sorry Frey I can't."
"What?" Frey's last hope of staying sane on the long trip just vanished. "Why not?"
"I wanted to I really did," Miakis quickly replied looking at him, "but they said the commander doesn't need a bodyguard. I said he might need back up and they responded saying I should help train new soldiers instead. I said that wasn't my job to do and they were like it is now." Miakis searched Frey's eyes looking for understanding.
Frey silently nodded his head and sighed. Then he forced a wide smile, "Oh we'll have to take a vacation some other time. At least I wont have to put up with your snoring and sleep talking."
Miakis huffed and put her hands on her hips, "I do not snore."
"How would you know, you're always asleep," Frey joked.
"Yeah well ladies do not snore," Miakis defended. She leaned her body against Frey feeling his arm wrapped around her again. They began walking back to the palace.
Frey noticed that he and Miakis flirted more and more. They use to be just friends but over the war they grew closer and after Lyon passed away. In fact if it wasn't for Miakis Frey probably never would have made it through that tough time. Now they flirted almost when ever they met yet they never did anything to further their relationship. Frey often thought about it but never acted.
"Hey you hungry?" Miakis asked.
"I am actually starving, five hours without food is like an eternity."
Miakis giggled at the commander, "Well let's go eat."
"Best idea I've heard all day," laughed Frey.
With that they walked to the grand hall to part take in the everyday feast, which was a normal dinner for the palace. Way too much food then anybody ever need surrounded by people who were suppose to be better then everyone else. Yet there he sat, among them all. Why were they better, why did they deserve this huge feast?
Frey glanced around the giant table to see just about anyone of importance. From generals, to Queen's Knights, to senators, even to important merchants. They all laughed heartily while drinking their wine and eating their lavish dinner. The room they dined in was ornately decorated, with large windows lined with colorful curtains. Frey didn't know why but he began to dislike this company. Maybe it was because he was so use to being with his soldier during the civil war. Now he was with people who had control over the fate of a country and yet probably wouldn't lose anything but money if they make a wrong decision.
Is that really a dishonorable thing? Maybe they were just smarter and better, they don't have to personally fight. They can buy soldiers, and supplies. No that couldn't be right, these people didn't do anything dangerous besides a risky bet. Than again could Frey really judge them based off of prejudices and appearances.
The commander then looked to his right at his Sister who was sitting at the head of the table right next to him. She didn't seem to be enjoying her self all that much. Maybe there was hope yet, hope that she won't turn into someone like them. A bureaucrat that craved power. Frey then glanced over at Miakis to see her in deep discussion with Kyle. Kyle seemed to be telling a story and Miakis was completely wrapped up in it. Soon Kyle said something because Miakis burst out laughing.
It brought a smile to Frey's face seeing that. Miakis still laughed while she grabbed her drink. When she did she saw Frey watching her. She gave him a warm smile and a little wave. Frey returned the favor and watched as she mouthed something to him. Frey didn't understand and mouthed 'what' back. Before she could answer someone else got Frey's attention.
"Prince, what do you plan on doing with the Ceras Castle?"
Frey turned his head to see that a merchant was the source of the question. "I have a few ideas in mind, and if it isn't too rude may I ask why a merchant such as yourself would like to know."
Frey watched as Miakis covered a giggle in her hand. Frey didn't exactly want to sound rude but he didn't feel like explaining anything now. Especially not to a merchant, they only thought about money.
"Well son-"
"Commander," Frey sharply cut in. Merchants were always trying to befriend you and act like you were their best friend. Not only that but everybody seemed to think they were better then Frey just because they were older. Many people thought he should not have had the commander position.
Once again Frey glanced over at Miakis to see her with her head down trying hard to not laugh out loud. Frey use to be completely respectful no matter how much he didn't like the other person. If they were rude or selfish or anything, he would always give respect. Now, partially from Miakis' influence, he only gave it to people who deserved it.
"Right…um sorry, commander, I wish to know because I think it would be great to make it into a trading center. Think about it, all trade under one roof; there could be representatives from each town. The lake is perfect for fitting a large number of merchant ships. I'm telling you bo…commander that this is a great idea."
Frey had to give this man his credit. It was a good idea, but there was a catch, and Frey was pretty sure he knew what it was. "Well that sounds all well and good but wouldn't there be problems when a lot of businesses come together like that. You know room, and boundaries. Not to mention theft could be high in a crowded area and also many arguments. Many people in one place can cause problems. Also this is a fortress, you are just going to let anyone in. Enemies could easily walk in and get information or sneak on a ship. Tell me how would you solve these problems."
"Well that is why I suggest we have someone with a few soldiers keep order. Also to keep low lives from just slouching around there, we will set up a small fee to enter the fortress. Also another small fee for setting up a shop. We can't just have people just waltzing in and taking advantage of the great location."
"And who do you suggest keeps order," Frey asked leaning his elbows on the table.
"Well…since it was my idea, I figured I would be in charge."
Knew it, he just wants to do this to make more money himself. Almost like a hotel renting out rooms, he's renting out space to set up shops. It is ingenious but also cruel. The people will flock there thinking it's a great place to trade, which it will be. The only problem is they all will be paying him money. They might make some money also, but he will make a large sum. Then he could also raise the price to enter and have a shop.
Frey sat back in his chair while all eyes were on him. "Well frankly it is a good idea but also that is a fortress. It isn't met for trade and if it was then I don't think one person should make a huge profit from it. It was a good idea but I don't agree with it. So in short, no it won't be a trading center." Frey couldn't keep his smile at bay when he saw the merchants face. Frey wasn't one to have joy in the despair of others but when it came to wily merchants, he took as much joy as he could. Sadly he couldn't enjoy it for long as someone else spoke up.
"Now commander sir, I hate to be disrespectful but, I'm afraid you have no authority on such matter."
The table went dead silent, someone was challenging the commander. Frey looked to his left to see a man in what appeared to be his forties. He recognized him from the senate house. This man did not like Frey, even Frey knew it. He didn't come right out and say it but he didn't hide it either. Frey also knew this man was one that craved power. Frey's dislike in this man grew over time, and now he was pushing the limits to the very end.
Frey didn't care if anyone challenged him but if it was someone like this man. One who only wanted money and power. Then Frey would take the challenge and fight back.
"Please can you explain?" Frey asked with a fake smile.
"Certainly prince, it doesn't surprise me that you don't know the rules. You are very young." This senator was already taunting him. "Seeing how this has to do with trade between towns and has nothing to do with military in any way. You have nothing to do with this. Maybe if it was with another land you could have a small say but not here."
"I get your point but it is a fortress, let alone one I founded and I know you are getting old losing your memory. But a fortress is part of the military so therefore it is under my jurisdiction." Frey let a smirk come across his face playing the old man's game.
"Yes but if a fortress is not used for any military purposes it becomes like another building. Thus falling out of your jurisdiction. Now you can run to your little sister and beg her to help you." He let out a laugh as other senators joined him. "Then again she can't do much when it comes to trade. Trade is more of a senate discussion. So you see I really have more jurisdiction then you do…commander." The senator let 'commander' slowly slip off his tongue to imply that even though Frey was technically a higher rank. The senator had more authority then him right now.
Frey slowly rose from his chair. Now he was planning on leaving but the senator thought he was challenging him to a duel of some sort. Frey turned to leave until he heard the senator say something.
"Are you challenging me to a fight or something. Please prince I'm civilized but don't worry I understand. I don't expect anything more from a barbarian's son."
Frey spun around and slammed his fist on the table. That was way crossing the line; he could understand people making fun of him, but never his father. His father was a great man who did everything he could to make the country better. Now this man was insulting him. Not only that he did it right in the palace, right in front of everyone. Including the princess herself, but that's how much power he thinks he has.
"Listen hear you filthy old man," Frey was seething with anger, "my father was a better person then all of you senate bastards combined."
"Was he now," laughed the senator, "I mean I heard he only fought in the sacred games was to have fun and when he saw the prize he said something alone the lines like 'I bet she would be wild'."
Before Frey knew what he was doing, he had one foot on the table. He was about to jump across and physically 'confront' the senator. Making fun of his dad he would argue back and insult. But making fun of his mom, that meant death.
"That's enough!"
All the heads turned to the princess, "I will not tolerate such behavior during our meal."
"I'm sorry princess, but your brother was acting arrogant and I was just reminding him that he is a prince. Practically of no importance in this Queendom."
Frey clenched his teeth; this man could really get under his skin. Before he could respond her heard Lym called Frey over. Giving one last glare at the senator he slowly took his foot of the table and made his way over to the princess.
"Yes?"
"Frey listen to me," Lym was whispering extremely quiet, she didn't want anyone to hear. "I know that he is a terrible person and honestly I wanted you to attack him. But you can't. We need to show that the royal family is not barbarians and that although we are young we are intelligent."
"Lym I know what you mean but sometimes it's worth it." Frey whispered back in her ear.
"Frey he's a senator, they already don't like us and I hate to admit it but we need them on our side. Even though I am the princess I am finding out more and more that they have a lot of power. Most of my decisions go through the senate. So please Frey I know it's hard but please don't do anything rash."
Frey took a deep breath, "Lym alright I won't, but I have an idea to get rid of the senate." Lym made a small gasp hearing that. Frey chuckled a little, "maybe that's what you were talking about when you said rash, but hey, trust me."
Lmy nodded her head, "tonight."
"Alright but I do have to leave right now, I can't stand being in the same room as these people."
Lym once again nodded her head and Frey left the room without looking back at the table. If he did he might not have been able to make it out of the room. He decided he would wait in his room until he spoke to Lym. It would probably be the best if he did it late when she was about to go to bed.
Frey lied on his bed thinking since there wasn't anything else to do. He just thought and thought. He came to realize…his life sucked. Then again he was a prince and he couldn't really say that since many other people have worse lives. Still his life wasn't great and he was starting to get fed up with it. He looked to his left to admire his favorite painting. It was of a ship sailing on the open sea with the sunset behind it. The painting always seemed to calm him, giving the prince solace.
There looked like so much freedom in that painting. He wished he could just live on a ship with no worries. He wished he could just get away from everything in the palace. It would feel so great to stand on the railing, grabbing a rope and leaning over the side in the cliché way.
Then it hit him. Why shouldn't he go? Life was terrible to him here. He would feel bad for leaving Lym but if he fixed the senate then she would be fine. He might not even stay away that long, just a vacation. He just needed to get out of the palace for a while. Frey laid in bed the rest of the night planning his trip. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to try and leave.
He began to have thoughts about staying. He couldn't just leave like that; this was his home. All his friends and only family member left lived here. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about how no matter what he did people still looked down upon him. He wasn't going to stand it anymore.
He wouldn't say good-bye to anyone. Just his sister but in a way so she wouldn't understand what he was talking about until it was too late. Sure people might get mad at him, but he finally couldn't take it anymore. He always tried to be the nice kind selfless prince. It's not that he wanted to start acting out. He just was going to do something he wanted to for a change.
When he figured Lym was getting ready for bed he changed his clothes into some simple clothes. Black pants with a belt and a white shirt. He quickly stepped out of his room. As he walked the halls he began to have second thoughts. He was having a hard time trying to decide if he should really leave for not. It got even harder when he turned the corner.
He crashed right into Miakis knocking her onto the ground. He froze at first but then offered his hand, which she graciously accepted.
"Hey prince, sorry about the dinner thing."
"Oh…uh…that, don't worry, about that," Frey's thoughts were rushing through his head. Should I tell her that I'm leaving? Am I leaving? I don't think I should say anything? She might try to stop me? Then again maybe she would want to come with me? No, you even if she did you can't ruin her life. She has a good life in the castle so just let her be.
"Frey something wrong," Miakis asked looking slightly worried.
Frey took a deep breath, "No, nothing's wrong." Frey's voice was calm and gentle. He slowly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Miakis. He embraced her tightly. She was surprised at first and wasn't sure what to make of it. She figured something was wrong and decided the best thing to do was just embrace him back.
They stayed like that for over a minute. Frey was memorizing everything about her. Her scent, her shape, and even as far as her heartbeat. He did not want to forget Miakis. Frey slowly stepped back taking one last look at her face, imbedding it into his mind. Miakis still finding Frey acting a little strange just smiled.
"Good-b…good-night Miakis.' Frey hastily said before turning and quickly leaving.
Miakis watched him go and couldn't help but think something was wrong. Whatever it was she knew to let the prince have his space at times. "Good-night Frey," Miakis whispered to herself as she began walking towards her room. Not realizing that she wouldn't see him again for years.
Frey reached Lym's room and knocked on the door. He heard a quiet "come in" before opening the door. His sister was sitting in her bed with her back against the headboard. She had a book in her hand, which she closed when she saw her brother.
"Hello brother," Lym greeted cheerfully. Then she noticed that he looked a little sad, "brother is something wrong?"
Frey shook her head, "No not at all." He couldn't act like he was sad; it would be strange because to everyone else this was another normal night. They would think it would be strange to be sad, so the prince knew he had to act as if nothing wrong. He walked over and sat down on her bed, "Lym I think I know of a way to get rid of the senate."
"I know the senates not the greatest but should we really get rid of them? I mean wouldn't it be more trouble then it's worth. Also even if they aren't the best people they do keep order. I can't do it alone I need a council."
"I know you will have a council just not a corrupt one, also if we disband the senate they can't to anything. If we fail it could get ugly but this plan wont fail. It's simple that I don't even think they realize it."
Lym smiled and nodded her head, how could she have doubted her brother. He never let her down; he just needed to trust him again. "Alright what's your plan?"
Frey smiled before explaining, "I looked it up and the senate can be overruled by the queen, or princess in this case but that usually lead to…well unfriendly feelings between the two. So even though the princess doesn't have to listen to the senate, they really should. Now what I found out is the current ruler can call another council from all towns. This is usually done in times of war or when the senate can't handle all the work."
"Now here is the good part, this council has more power then the senate. Each town has a representative and they discuss issues. Now if we brought up the issue of disbanding the senate and they agree. It will disband, simple as that. Then we set up a parliament of all the town reps, that way they wouldn't be corrupt either. Some disagreements may occur but they will always think about their town first. Senators live here and they only think about money. Even their hometown his second, but not to the lord of the towns. They always put their town first."
Frey stopped and looked at his sister. She was looking down and mumbling something to herself. He figured she was thinking about it and seeing if it had a loophole. Slowly she brought her head up with a wide smile.
"This could work." Lym said more to herself then Frey, "but what if the town council doesn't agree with disbanding the senate."
A small confident smile spread across Frey's face, "Lym I don't know if you forgot but I know all of them. They all joined my side in the war, and remember technically I was rebelling against the queendom. So I think they will agree with us. Plus I always would complain about the senate during the war so they know how bad they are. I'm pretty sure, no…I'm positive that they will take out side."
"Allrrighhttt Frreeeyy," Lym said while yawning. The twelve year old stretched her arms above her head. Frey smiled at his little sister. Boy was he going to miss her. He stood up from the bed grabbing her book and placing it on her nightstand. She slid down until her head rested on her pillow. Frey brought the sheets up and tucked her in.
"Good…night…brother," Lym whispered with her eyes shut already falling asleep. She only tried to stay up because she was waiting for Frey. Now after they talked, and she felt very happy with their plan. She couldn't help but let the slumber take over her. Frey watched her get comfortable in her bed.
He was going to miss her so much. He fought a war for her and now he's leaving. It almost didn't make sense. He just knew he had to leave for a while, it just felt right. He slowly placed a kiss on her forehead.
"…Good-bye Lym," he whispered before quickly turning and leaving.
Frey almost ran down the hallways returning to his room. He wrapped a cloak around himself. The prince went over and picked up his katana. It was a traditional sword but he preferred it over his tri-nunchaku. Right next to the katana was Lyon's sword. He picked it up and ran a hand down the wooden handle. It brought back so many memories. Mainly good ones, but even know good memories only saddened him. He slipped it in his belt on the opposite side as the katana. Frey never was one to fight with two swords at a time but he did not want to leave the precious assassin sword behind.
Frey took one last look around his room. His mind became like a kaleidoscope flooded with memories. Once again he began to have second thoughts. Why should he leave? If he fixes the senate then there shouldn't be a problem. Yet something was pulling him. He was compelled to leave for some unknown reason.
Then again he could stay and think about it some more. He didn't have to leave now…no he did. He knew if he wasn't able to leave now he never would be able to. Then again he didn't have to stay away. For all he knew he might leave for a month, hate it and return. In fact if that happened maybe he would actually miss the palace and when he would come back. He would go about work without any complaining.
Yeah it will be kinda like a vacation, Frey thought to himself to help persuade himself into leaving.
Frey then turned and left his room. He hastily made his way though the palace making sure not to run into any guard. Yet that was the easy part, avoiding guards and soldiers. After all he assigned them all their position. He knew where every guard was in the palace. He made his way down to the stables and examined each horse. He had to find a fast horse but one that wouldn't stick out as being to fancy. Finding a perfect one that was all black, he skillfully hoped on.
He slowly directed the horse to walk very slowly out of the stable. From there he put the hood on his cloak up so no one would recognize him. At a snails pace he let the horse through the town. Frey knew if he ran it would only draw attention. If he walked fast people would try and see who he was. Which left walking at an almost eerie pace. With his hooded cloak and being a dark night with the moon behind clouds. The prince looked anything but princely. He looked like a scoundrel; people didn't dare look at him. They were afraid to bring on more trouble then it would be worth.
Frey made his way out through the east connecting bridge. Once on land he picked the pace up to a dash and was on his way. After going for a minute of two he stopped the horse and turned around. There was the grand city of Sol-Falena. It was beautiful, a truly remarkable sight. Still Frey felt nothing towards it, he couldn't wait to get out of its sight. He spun the horse back around and continued on his quest.
He wouldn't be able to ride the horse all the way there. That would involve the revolving bridge, which was always connecting now, but guards still stopped and inspected travelers. The prince would surely be caught. He must take a boat and that was still high in risk. If all went to plan he would be able to make it to Estrise in two or three days.
A smile spread on the handsome prince's face as he rode with great speed through the plains. The wind ripped against his face and viscously blew his braided hair. Frey hung onto the reins tight as he moved with the horse. It felt great to be traveling at such speed. Frey let out a yell in sheer delight as he continued on his way to the port town on the other side of Falena. From there he would go to the Island Nations.
He was almost free.
Four years later
And to think that four years ago today I started this journey, Frey thought to himself. I actually thought I was going to be gone for a month on 'vacation'. Frey let out a hearty laugh.
"Captain! The plan is working, the ship is approaching."
Frey ran to the railing and jumped up onto it. He grabbed a near by rope and leaned over the side, just like he always wanted. Back then he just wished he could do it once, now he did it more then once a day. He didn't do it for show; there was an importance behind it. Instead of running all the way to the front to see where the ship was headed. You just hoped up on the railing and look to the side of the bow.
The sun was setting filling the sky with orange rays. Frey loved this part about the sea; the sunsets and sunrises were just magnificent. The sea and sky became one in the orangish color. The sun was already half way beneath the water. The sea was truly a beautiful place and yet when it stormed the sea was a terrifying
"Captain, your orders," the same pirate from before asked. This time he stood at the side of Frey watching the horizon as their target approached.
"Blaine you've been a good first mate," Frey told him earning a weird look. Blaine resembled Frey when it came to body stature. Normal height and not lean but not too muscular either. His hair was dark red and it would reach his shoulders if he didn't have a bandana on. Frey laughed at the look his friend gave him, "I know this sounds weird but it's been a long journey. A very pleasant long journey."
"Aye that it has," the first mate replied, "But I still need your orders."
"I know I know, just wait a bit more. The ship is still to far away."
"I guess your right, but I can't stop congratulating you on this crazy idea. This crazily wonderful idea."
Frey laughed again as he looked towards the center of the ship. On the deck were about fifteen lanterns. They were all lit but they stuffed them with dried leaves. They also managed to get a certain type of branch that was used for smoke signals. The branch has a type of lubricant on it that causes an abnormal amount of smoke. By stuffing all the lanterns with it, a huge smoke cloud arose.
They had their sails all tied and sat there waiting. Acting as if they were stranded with their ship ablaze. Now any other ship that was decent would go and help a ship in danger. That's exactly what this one was doing. Frey was just waiting for it to get closer before they made their move.
It looked to be about three miles away. Frey felt a sudden gust of wind and he closed his eyes taking it in. They were lucky; they had the wind. Frey glanced around his ship and saw all of his crew watching him. They were all in their positions ready; Frey just needed to give the order.
"All right Blaine, hoist the main sail," Frey ordered.
"Hoist the main sail!" Blaine shouted the command to the crew.
The boat instantly was filled with motion. The crew went about the task as fast as possible. Speed was the key to their success.
"Doze the lanterns," Frey commanded.
"Aye sir," a couple crewmembers replied before going about their task. The smoke would end up betraying them if left alone. Frey just because a pirate did not mean he was merciless. He wouldn't sink their ship, they just need some more supplies. What he learned was if he didn't sink their ship, they would always come after him.
That was the reason why they needed to wait for almost sun down. They will rob the ship and then swiftly make their get away. It will be dark when they're fleeing, and on the sea it is almost impossible to find a ship. Frey planned every move out, down to every little detail. He saw no way they would fail. Worst possible out come they would have to destroy the other ship.
With the sails dropped down breaking Frey from his thoughts. The ship lurched forward before going at a steady pace.
"Blaine," Frey called his first mate over to him.
"Captain?"
"Let the colors fly."
A wide smile grew on Blaine's face, before turning to the rest of the crew, "Boys! Hoist the colors!"
The deck was filled with hoots and howls. Frey watched as their flag slowly rose to the top of the mast. A normal pirate flag with the crossed bones and skull on top of the bones. The next flag that rose underneath the first was the really symbol of the ship. On of side it had the Dawn rune symbol and on the other it had the Twilight rune Symbol. They were sacred symbols back in Falena but here they were symbols of the most known pirate in the Island Nations.
The pirate prince.
All right so yeah even I'm starting to have seconds thoughts with this story. Then again it's a little side project, so if it works out great if it doesn't. Who cares? Just felt like doing something different. I ask you to review and give me your thoughts. I don't care how insulting or bad they are. Always be honest.
