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Nest Of Vipers

Chapter One: Gone Fishing

Ulysses stood on the edge of the deck letting his short pitch-black hair fly in the wind. He looked down at the sky below, grinning. He always did like the sky; even with how unpredictable it was. In fact it was its unpredictability that intrigued him the most. One minute it could be calm and the next it could be rampaging. It was just like he was in a way; calm on the outside, but on the inside it was completely uncontrolled, a beast of rage. Sometimes that rage would come out and he would become destructive. Everyone who knew Ulysses would say that he was a friendly, passionate boy, but very few knew the real Ulysses; the one who wanted so desperately to get revenge.

Revenge for him was as sweet as honey from a bee's hive, or in one word, dangerous. He wanted to take his revenge from the armada, which killed his only father and was slowly killing him. He had lost his "parents" when he six years old and everyone else who could have possibly mattered. He was pretty much alone in a world full of hate and he was the hated because he was a pirate. There was no place for Ulysses to go that wasn't prejudiced against him except for Skull Island, but first he had to make it that far.

"Ulysses." Cecilia called, her blond hair also blowing in the wind; she looked mightily pissed. Ulysses sighed and diverted his attention to her.

"Cecilia what is it?" He asked. The girl shook her head.

"Just nothing." She told him. It was an absolute lie, then again, Cecilia wasn't always known for her honesty and most didn't understand why Ulysses was even around her.

Cecilia Moore was a girl from the land of Marleybone who was known for her thievery skills. She was one of the best thieves out there until she joined Ulysses in his quest to destroy the armada once and for all. Know one knows why she joined or why she was so happy about it. She was, for the most part, her own mystery, and one that no one has yet to solve.

"Ulysses you shouldn't be day dreaming so much," she told him.

"I wasn't," he protested, giving his best "I wasn't daydreaming look," when an idiot could tell he was.

"Don't lie to me Ulysses," Cecilia said, glaring slightly. She wasn't in the mood to put up with petty little lies.

"Fine Cecilia, I was daydreaming," Ulysses told her irritably. "How do you always know?"

"Oh I don't know maybe it's because it's just so oblivious to me." She told him.

"What's gotten to you today Cecile." He asked Cecilia. Cecile was her nickname that Ulysses called her usually when she was upset, or was like she was now.

"I don't know Ulysses. I just am." She told him with a sigh.

"Oh." Ulysses replied. He was concerned, even though he probably shouldn't have been. She was always extremely moody; she could go from happy to sad in mere seconds.

"Actually there is something that's bothering me." She told Ulysses. He blinked; since when did Cecilia ever confess that something was bothering her. She didn't just do something like that unless she had to.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Well... you know why my parents died, right?" She asked with her head down. He did know, and it was tragic. Their own crew rebelled against them. But he didn't know what this was all about. So he nodded his head.

"The leader of the... mutiny... lives in Skull Island. And he threatened if he ever saw me again I'd be dead. I desperately want to go to Skull Island, but with that threat." She shook her head. "I don't know."

"I have an idea Cecile." Ulysses told Cecilia. She looked up at him; hope glimmering in her emerald green eyes.

"What would it be?" She asked.

"You're a witch doctor, right? Can't you just change your appearance and name?" He asked. She smiled then frowned.

"I could, but I'd have to have the all correct ingredients in the spell." She told him.

"And they would be?" He asked.

"Batacuda teeth and flying fish scales. I have the rest." She told him.

"So basically we have to go fishing or wait for one of them to come on deck?" He asked her.

"That would be correct Ulysses. Which do you prefer? Fishing or waiting?" She asked him.

"Fishing. Definitely fishing." Ulysses answered. It wasn't a wonder really. The smaller sky fish stayed below the boat while the large ones had the tendency to come aboard the ship... more specifically in this case, small Skiff. There were no other crew-members on the ship other than Ulysses and Cecilia so it would get difficult. Batacuda's teeth were extremely long and sharp, if needed the teeth could be used as weapons.

Ulysses charged into the ship's sparsely decorated cabin and found the net that was hanging on the left wall next to one of two hammocks. He grabbed it and tugged it off the wall. It was amazing that the net didn't tear. A big no when it came to fishing things like batacuda and flying fish who were notorious for finding ways out of the nets.

Ulysses headed out of the ship's cabin and signaled with one hand to Cecilia to say that it was time to start. She walked across the deck and grabbed apart of the net that he had dragged out and together they hoisted the net overboard. It wasn't long until the net had fish in it and pulled it in with hope that nothing in the net was too large. The larger the fish was the more of a fight there would be, and with any luck, there would be more flying fish than batacuda's.

Batacuda's were fish that were large, lean and full of teeth. Most of all they were known for their temperaments. A large batacuda could easily take out a crew of six men because they were in their territory.

Ulysses and Cecilia started to pull up the net. Hauling the fish up with them. It was straneus work; heaving and hoeing the the large net up. It seemed pointless and bothersome at times. After all, afterwards they would either have to kill the fish or send it off the deck. It was most likely though the former. They were starting to run out of food.

"Finally," Ulysses said as the net come onto the deck. The fish were flopping around. Now came the hard part. "Cecilia, could you restrain the fish?"

She rolled her eyes. Of course she could. She was a witch doctor, and a good one at that. She concentrated her energy on the fish and green energy came and forced them to stay still. Ulysses slipped out the dagger that was hidden underneath a sleeve and with one swoop decapitated a fish. He didn't feel it necessary to elongate the fish's life anymore than he had. He started on each and every one of them, and there was quite a few. Soon enough, after the blood-spill, he looked over at Cecilia to signal that she could collect whatever she needed from the corpses.

She took a few scales from a flying fish and then teeth from a batacuda. The blood and gore that covered the deck completely unaffecting her. She didn't care for it, but it was to be done. After all, she did need the ingredients.

"Are you going to collect the teeth for a set of daggers, Ulysses?" Cecilia asked. "There is only so much one can do with a single set."

Ulysses sighed, for he knew it was true. He had been avoiding having to buy a new set because money was tight. He snapped off two large teeth of one of the larger batacuda's. He would make them into a weapon later. They now needed to start whatever spell Cecilia needed to make her appearance different. After all, a living Cecilia is far better than a dead Cecilia. The entire thought of her dying put a shiver down his spine and he didn't know why.