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Ch.1
TideRyder
I'm back folks and I'm bringing you the sequel to The Adventures of Isaac Ashford! I honestly have no clue if this will be longer than my last fic or not, but I hope everyone enjoys it! I'm not gonna lie, you'll see many concepts used in past books, but I'll try to add my own personal touch to them to keep things interesting. Also, if anyone is interested in beta-reading, please let me know! Please R&R!
Extract from the writings of Phoebe, Recorder of Redwall Abbey in Mossflower Country
Thank goodness I've finally found some time to get some writing done, but where to begin? Oh! Isaac should be here in a few days with his wife, Isobel, his son, Munroe, and Keith. I believe Keith should be early into adulthood by now and Munroe should be entering his teen seasons. Speaking of seasons, the seasons have been good to all of us at Redwall since the end the war many seasons ago against Broderick and Hallthor. We've had nothing but agreeable weather, bountiful harvests, and no war whatsoever. The only change since then is the change in our seasons, especially for old Abbot Grayson. He'll most likely have to name a new Abbot or Abbess soon, but as for who that will be, your guess is as good as mine. Hopefully they can use their wisdom and reasoning to help Hardy. He was ecstatic when Grayson deemed him the Abbey Champion, but these seasons of peace have left him restless, yearning for adventure. Perhaps with a bit of time he'll learn to appreciate the fact he's never had to use that sword on another living creature. Darn these old seasons, making my ink stained paws are beginning to ache. I'll end here for now and hope to write more in the near future.
Phoebe, Recorder of Redwall Abbey in Mossflower Country.
Meanwhile, deep in Mossflower Wood, the river Moss flowed steadily, carrying cool, crisp water out into the sea, not to mention the Tideryder. The large pirate ship barely fit in the river and with the current against them, the slaves' rowing was not enough, forcing the crew to use long poles for an extra push. Their progress was slow, but it was better than no progress at all.
Inside the captain's quarters, sitting in an armchair studded with jewels sat the Captain of the Tideryder, Captain Tamar. The searat took a swig of grog, muttering to herself. "How much longer until we get past this damn current? Could me crew be any slower?"
A ferret burst through the door, panting heavily, causing Tamar to glare at him. "There's this new thing called knockin'. Ye should try it next time unless ye'd like both me sword in yer poop deck! What do ye want?"
"Some beast is firin' arrers!" replied the ferret, scooting closer to the wall to cover his 'poopdeck'. The searat sighed agitatedly, exiting her seat and grabbing her weapons, two swords. One was long and straight while the other one was only three fourths the size of the first and more jagged. "Let's go say 'ello."
Upon exiting the Captain's quarters, Tamar was forced to duck as a volley of stones and arrows flew overhead. Growling once more, she leaned casually over the railing, looking down at a small force of otters. "Wanna cut that out? It's kinda annoying."
An otter carrying an oar-like sword stepped up, obviously the leader of the clan. "I'm Skipper of the otters 'ere in Mossflower Wood an' I ain't lettin' yew vermin sail another meter!"
"Well I'm Captain Tamar, Captain of the Tideryder and I don't give a damn what in Hellgates ye call yerself. Mess with me an' ye pay the price!" The pirates slide a drawbridge-like plank down, allowing them to travel down to the ground and confront the otters.
An otter standing next to Skipper held his halberd ready, but the otter Chieftain shook his head. "No son, you know what you must do."
"But father," began the younger otter, but a stern glare ceased anymore complaints. The younger otter cursed under his breath, running off into Mossflower.
A weasel wielding an axe charged at Skipper, swiping at the otter's head. Skipper ducked the deadly swing, stabbing at the weasel. His adversary staggered back, unbalanced. That was all Skipper needed. Swiping horizontally, the otter's weapon slashed through the weasel's midsection.
The otter chieftain hurried onto the bridge. A ferret met him halfway up, trying to knock him off the bridge with his spear, but his attempt was in vain. Grabbing the spear, Skipper gave it a sharp tug, sending the ferret plummeting to the ground below.
Only taking a couple steps onto the ship's deck, Skipper was confronted by a rat wielding a rapier who stabbed at the otter's chest. The otter blocked the attack, rolling to the side. With a single wipe of his weapon, the rat toppled open, blood flowing from his stomach.
"Not too shabby." The otter turned to see Tamar with both her blades drawn. "But let's see how well you do against me." Skipper charged at the searat, swinging his weapon downward. The Captain blocked the blow, but they both continued to push, trying to knock the other one back. Taking the jagged sword in her left paw, Tamar slashed the otter's sword arm, causing him to howl in pain. With Skipper's attention away from her, the searat stabbed at the otter, who barely blocked the attack. Unfortunately for him, she had more than one weapon.
Using her jagged sword, she stabbed Skipper through the chest, significantly reducing his strength once more. Taking her other sword, the pirate Captain stabbed the otter through the stomach. Without much energy left in him, the otter dropped his weapon, allowing it to clatter to the ground.
"Well, that wasn't much fun," said Tamar as she withdrew her blades from Skipper's chest, causing blood to flow from his open wounds and bring him to his knees. "When ye go t' th' Dark Forest or whatever ye 'goodbeasts' go when ye die, spread th' word that Captain Tamar will be sendin' more creatures." She swung both of her swords at Skipper's neck, his head rolling of its perch and onto the floor, a crimson fountain staining the floor with blood.
I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter! Just in case you didn't know, that was the same Skipper from The Adventures of Isaac Ashford. Also, as revealed in this chapter, the new Abbey Champion is Hardy! Remember Martin's message in the Epilouge of The Adventures of Isaac Ashford? Take a look at the first letter of each line. Even though Isaac wasn't in this chapter, he'll be in the next one. Remember, anyone who has the time and interest to beta-read this, feel free to let me know! Please R&R!