Ahoy! A story about the lovely piracy days.
Summary: Pirates, ships, rum, treasurers and action.
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The gun shimmered in the setting sun, sending a reflection into a staring eye. A bang was heard and the eye lost its light and soon started falling backwards together with the body it was connected to.
Bodies continue falling due to the force in metal bullets biting into their flesh, falling away from the intimidating form of a grinning man. Soon the bullets were spent and the sun switched to reflect on a sword instead and bodies continued to fall. A fierce attack aimed at the grinning man was repelled with the red drenched sword and repaid with a hole in the stomach, another jab was countered with a slice across the face, the man twisting and turning in a macabre excuse for a dance. When the sword had killed all whom it could reach the man slowed down and the dance ended, the eyes above the still smiling mouth made a twitching survey of the deck the man stood on and saw that the battle was nearly over and his side had the most men still standing.
His mouth stretched even further up in a display of happiness not suited for any other place then a battleground, but it quickly faltered and died down when his eyes landed on a man emerging from the captain's cabin. The newly arrived man was tall and clad in a red long coat that flapped in the salty breeze. He had strands of brown hair sticking out from underneath a big hat that shaded the upper half of his face and made the green glimmering in his eyes the only thing visible above his frowning mouth.
"Well... You really did a number on my men this time, didn't you?" The man uttered as he swept the deck with his gaze, taking in the bloodied corpses that used to follow his lead. Not a single one was still standing.
"Aye, but it was necessary, they wouldn't let me enter your cabin, so I hope you'll understand mate." Were the answer he got, and the face belonging to red cloaked man darkened before he answered.
"Scurvy dog! Always had a thing for blood, huh? But this time I'll send you too Davy Jones' Locker, no worries!"
A vibrant sound of metal scraping against scabbard was the only warning given before the two cloaked men collided in a mixture of red, blue and shining silver. As the sounds emitting from the two fighting men grew stronger more heads turned their way and the grinning mans followers attention was directed at them. A circle was soon formed, and everyone in it watched in a trance of morbid fascination as the pair in the middle exchanged jabs and slashes in a dance that was inhumanly fast and complex. A lunge aimed for the blue clad mans guts was parried in the last second by a hilt seemingly appearing out of nowhere, the hilt then twisted and sent the blade on the other end speeding towards the base of the red clad mans throat who repelled the sword with a lash of his own metal. Soon the two men were panting, and the dance slowed down, but it still stretched on into a too far away future for the blue man's men to have the patient for it. After all, there were surely treasures on the newly acquired vessel. Guided by this golden dream a young man crept closer to the only battle still raging atop the ship and slammed the hilt of his sword in the back of the brown-haired man's head.
The silent was deafening once the clattering of the fallen pirate's sword had died down.
The gaze in the fallen mans opponent's eyes piercing as he shifted it to the young man.
The sights of relief loud when their captain's gaze shifted away from the now shaking youngster and fell once again upon his now still opponent, taking on a calculating shine.
"Tie him up and bring him aboard our ship." Was the only command they got before their captain turned around in the direction of his own ship, the wind catching his blond locks and whipping them in his face.
"Ay ay, captain Arthur!"
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Right now I have no idea where this story is heading, but it will be interesting to find out! Right mate?
