Thanks for the review for the first chapter. Sorry this has taken a while. The name of the hotel is ironic given the events that are going to happen later in the story and the Smugglers Haunt Hotel is an actual hotel in Brixham given the awesome name I thought that would be the best place to have Captain Haddock stay. I loved making up the five additional sailors in the story. Please review if you like the story as I really enjoyed writing this and this story twists later and I'm going to say that one of the characthers is in a big mess. Please enjoy and If you like the story please review, I luv reviews! x x
Chapter Premise: The Captain meets up with his old friends in the Sprat And Mackrel to catch up and talk about what they have all been up to but when the unthinkable happens who is responsible and why?
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The Captain was begining to think that he had misjudged going on holiday. Bumping into six of this old friends was something he never throught would happen. They all agreed to meet up in the Sprat and Mackerel, a pub opposite where Morgan had his cutter ship moored, which was adequately named Hydra, partically due to this love of water. A lot had happened since they had last met and the past few minuents had been very enlightening.
The six sailors were sitting in a booth, near the back of the pub, enjoying a drink annd conversing amongst themselves but weren't been too rowdy like some of the regular customers.
In the past five minuents they had all learnt a lot about each other. One thing that the majority of them had in common was retirement however a few of them were still working and this inculded Captain Abel, Captain Farrell and Captain O' Hannon.
Captain Chester had recently retired and had moved to a quiet location in Devon to try and relax. He hadn't been there very long before he bumped into the others.
"Hows Tintin? It's just the last time we saw each other he was in hospital" Chester inquired.
"He's doing great. Been through hell and back recently but he's getting there?" Haddock replied.
"Thats good. What's he up to at the minunet? You two usually travel together" Chester asked.
"He's in Prague with Myles on assignment. He talked me into having a holiday but to be honest I'm glad I did as I wouldn't have bumped into everyone" Haddock replied, smiling happily.
Captain Abel looked young despite his age. Abel was clean shaven with a mop of thick brown wavey hair. He was the captain of a merchant vessel named the Phoenix and his work was based in Penzance, Cornwall. He ended up in Brixham by accident only a few weeks prior to present time when he met Morgan and the rest of the loveable band of rougues.
Captain Morgan was one of the group whom had retired. He had previously worked on a trawler in various fishing ports up and down the country. Unlike Able his thick curly black hair came right down to his shoulders. His thick black hair was absent of silver streaks despite his age and the same could be said for his beard. Morgan now owned the Seven Sailors, a pub at the other side of the harbour.
Captain O'Rielly was also retired like Morgan but he hadn't been tempted to return to his old sailing roots. O'Rielly lived in Brixham itself, ironically in the street behind the Seven Sailors and subsequently bumped into Captain Morgan a short time later. Unlike the rest of them O'Rielly was bald but was still able to grow a silvery coloured beard, which made him look a lot older than he actually was.
In comparison to Captain Morgan and Captain O'Rielly, Captain O'Hannon was still in work and was working on a trawler ship in Torbay. Today was a rare day of rest for him and he couldn't think of a better way of spending it. O'Hannon still remained a stunning platinum blonde despite being fifty one. He was the youngest out of all of them and Haddock and Chester where only a few years older.
They sat for a good ten minuents catching up Morgan finally realised that there was only six of them present .
Farrell was missing.
"Where's Farrell?" Morgan asked.
"He did know that we were meeting up tonight, didn't he?" O'Hannon added.
"Speaking of Farrell, what on earth was wrong with him earlier? The second we noticed Haddock he didn't look too happy" Chester stated.
"You don't say" Haddock muttered. "What's Farrell up to now anyway?"
"All I know is that he's moving goods for a number of independant business in his ship the Orion. It's moored up on the far side of the harbour adjecent to the Harbour Masters Office" Abel replied.
"He keeps to himself most of the time" Morgan added. "He didn't used to be like that though. Back in the day I was always having to do everything to shut him up"
The whole group erupted into laughter at that point but secretly Haddock couldn't help but wonder why Farrell was staying out of the way. Is he hiding something or could he be in trouble, Haddock thought as he finished off his drink. Abel excused himself as they continued to converse with each other. Abel headed out of the open fire exit and quickly lit up a cigar enjoying the sultry taste as the smoke hit the back of his throat. As he exhaled a figure appeared by the side of him.
"We need to talk" The figure said.
Pretty soon a commotion could be heard at the back of the pub but they didn't really notice as they were too busy laughing and taking the mickey out of each other.
A few minuets went by and suddenly the sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the entire pub, starting at the back and ending at the front. The entire group suddenly stilled then stood up in one, tremmbling as their eye's scanned the room. O'Rielly scanned the group, someone was missing.
"Where's Abel?"
Haddock was the first to move, rushing into the passageway he ran to the fire exit and saw the last thing he wanted to see. Captain Abel was lying on the ground on his back with a single bullet wound in the centre of his chest. Haddock fell down onto his knees and gently shook him but Able didn't respond, his body just shook limply and his open eye's just continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Oh God, Abel" Haddock softly whispered.
Suddenly a man ran past Haddock. knocking him flat onto the floor and although he only got a quick flash of the man he could have sworn it was Captain Farrell. The man rushed down the narrow passageway, banged straight into Captain Morgan, causing him to fall hard onto the floor, and rushed into the street. As Morgan pulled himself up he rushed to the enterance of the Sprat and Mackerel and saw, as clear as day, Farrell legging it as fast as he could down to the harbour before turning right, running past the public toilets and dissapeared round the corner. Morgan turned and ran to the back of the pub to find Haddock sitting against the wall with his head in his hands and then saw Captain Able motionless upon the ground. Morgan fell onto his knees in shock just as the rest of the group rushed to the back, along with the pub owner.
"Abel" Morgan whispered, unable to comprehend the scene lying in front of him.
Reaching forward he placed two fingers upon Abel's eyelids and slid them shut. It looked like he was sleeping but the bloodied gunshot wound in his chest said otherwise. However this wasn't the end, there was more to come in the next few days.
Thankz for reading. If you like please review and any spelling mistakes are my fault alone but if anyone notices anything that is spelt really badly wrong please tell me. Will update soon x x
