Sly Cooper fanfic8
Special Thanks to Jammin Jabala for allowing me use of his OC: Julius Black...
Set after Dead Men Tell No Tales, and before the Cooper Vault Job(BCVJ).The adventures that were never told...
Sequel to Seeker's Scroll...
Untold Chronicles...
Melancholy and Repent
When the time was right and the sun was finally in the middle of the sky, the crew of the Gallantry went to their stations and got to work. The anchor hoisted up, the sails set free, and the hippo tending to the rudder, the pirate ship set sail upon the seas once again.
As the ship made its way onto the Atlantic Ocean, Freddy was pacing back and forth. The short possum was deciding who he should begin with. Everyone hated him now, and asking for their forgiveness was out of the question. If he was to gain their friendship he needed to first earn it.
At first he thought of going to Neyla first, but shot down the idea as he knew that the white tigress would surely toss him overboard and not give a damn whether he drowns or is eaten by sharks.
So, he decided to start with those he knew well the most, Adams and Fitz.
Meanwhile, Bentley waited for Adams and Fitz, dressed in workout clothes.
Eventually, the doberman and coyote arrived in the selected area for exercise, "Not to be impatient, but you two are late," the turtle told them.
"Right, sorry 'bout that. I lost every penny I had left in a game of cards, so let's just get this over with," Adams explained.
"I told you not ta bet everything in one game," Fitz snapped at him.
"Hey! You didn't tell me anything," the doberman shot back.
"Um, hey? Remember me? Need help..."
The two canines turned to the turtle, who was already impatient.
After getting their acts together, they armed Bentley with some lifting weights, that were luckily on board before the ship as stolen.
"Okay, so all you have to do is lift these things up and down repeatedly, and you'll get some bumps in those toothpicks you call arms, understand?" Adams explained.
"I don't know, I don't think that's all there is to it," the turtle replied.
"Look, do you want muscles so your girlfriend doesn't think you're a wimp, or not?"
"No."
"Then get lifting, problem solved! See ya around," Adams waved, turning around and leaving.
"Wait. Where are you goin'?" Fitz asked.
"To get some soda and enjoy the cruise, good luck with whatever." As the doberman left, Bentley studied the weights, even he knew that a one weight was not enough.
Adams strolled through the ship and ran into Wilson, his arms folded, "There you are, Adams. Where have you been?"
"Just helping out a friend, is all. I'm done for the day."
"Guess again, you have a job now that you're on this ship, Ammunition Manager," the cougar told him, handing him a bag of weapons, "And since you're the manager, you need to clean them."
The doberman looked at the small sack of rifles and other firearms, "One sack, no problem."
"You think so? That's not all of them, it's just a supply bag," Wilson said, leading him to a storage closest, "Here are the rest of the weapons."
With that, he opened the closest, revealing over hundreds of rifles, spears, and swords on rows, each against the next wall. Adams' mouth dropped.
"Well, good luck buddy," Wilson told him, patting him on the back and leaving his presence.
Adams sighed and got to work, beginning with the first weapon in the bag. As he sat next to the storage closest door, Freddy the possum approached him. The doberman gave him a warning look, saying "Come any closer and I'll kill you, you bastard."
"Hey uh, Adams. How's it... uh, going?" Freddy asked, nervously.
"Go away, Freddy. Haven't you done enough to us?"
"C'mon Adams, I was only being a little greedy in the past, I never meant for you get arrested," the possum said in his defense, "I swear I will do anything to make up for it."
"'Anything,' you say?"
"Uh... ... ... Yes?"
"Okay, in that case, I'd rather be helping that turtle with his girl problems, but so called 'Quartermaster' Wilson stuck me with the weapon cleaning job. So if you take over and get the job done right, I'll forgive you," Adams dealt with him.
"But if I do your job, that makes you even more of an idler," Freddy pointed out, "But okay, if it proves I'm sorry, I'll clean up each weapon in that back sack of yours."
"Oh no, it's not just the bag," Adams corrected, opening the door, "Wilson instructed me to clean them all," he stated, revealing the rows and stacks.
It was Freddy's turn to drop his jaw, "He told you to clean all these? Wow. A near death experience really changes somebody," the possum said.
"Yeah. Well, good luck buddy!" Adams said, repeating Wilson from before. Patting him on the back and leaving his presence.
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To Jammin Jabala: So, you say Melancholy and Repent is your favorite out of all my work, just you wait my friend, there might be more of my work in the future that you will probably like more than this. Deception for example.
To slylady345: You better, because you won't want to miss a thing.
R&R.
