Well I hoped you all enjoyed the last chapter, here comes the other one for ya!
Lance was sitting at the kitchen table, eating the left overs the marines couldn't finish before there "attack" I guess you could call it. Lance ate the bread, cheese, meat, oh definitely the meat. When he finished there leftovers, he looked around the kitchen, too focused on food to even notice it's actually quite extravagant. Lance ran out onto the deck.
"I want a cook!" He yelled to no one in particular, just yelled to yell. Luther raised his head a bit to acknowledge him, then lowered it, not really caring. May just kept reading her book ignoring him completely. Lance pursed his lips at them for there ignorance.
"A cook would be cool though" He muttered walking by cobblepot, stubbing his toe in the process on Cobblepot steel toe boots. Lance yelped and grabbed his foot rubbing it. Not believing that his shoe didn't protect him from such pain. Lance glared at Cobble pot and kicked him.
"Shouldn't be leaving trash lying around" He said as he then picked up Cobblepot and put him in a barrel. May and Luther just stared at Lance.
"but, he's a human being" Luther said to Lance as he walked over. "plus we need to know where the next island is, aren't you just sick of drifting around?" Luther said, leaning on the barrel Lance put Cobblepot in. May scoffed at what Luther said.
"he's a disgusting creep" May said, feeling herself needing another bath remembering how Cobblepot touched her. May cringed. Lance and Luther sighed.
"Yeah, I am sick of drifting though, maybe we could use a navigator" Lance said, putting his hands in his pockets. "but a cook first" He finished. Luther nodded in agreement.
"Always about food huh?" May sighed, walking to take a bath, again. Lance and Luther looked at eachother, and just laughed. The barrel started to move a bit. Luther looked down at it, standing fully. Lance then just kicked the barrel, it flopped down a few feet away as Cobblepot then just rolled out. Panting for air.
"I couldn't even breathe in there!" Cobblepot yelled, a light sweat forming on him. Lance then kneeled down and started poking him with a stick he found.
"oi! Stop that" Cobblepot said standing up abruptly. Lance just smirked.
"tell us where the next island is, and we will let you live" Lance said smirking at him, Luther had a gun resting next to Cobblepots head after Lance spoke those words. Cobblepot started to sweat some more.
"North, you will find a small island north from here" He said, scared to death. "Please don't shoot me!" He yelled as he put his hands together begging at Lance. Lance just smiled widely.
"wouldn't of killed ya even if you refused!" Lance said laughing as he started patting on the mans back. "you wimp!" Lance finished still laughing. Cobblepot fell down onto rear end, relieved.
"I would have" Luther said looking at Lance. Cobblepot fainted at those words.
"oi oi, come on, no need to do something like that" Lance said waving his hands. He reached in his pockets, but all he found was lint. "damn, do you have a compass?" Lance asked looking up at Luther. Luther dug through his pockets and just found the same thing, lint.
"nope" Luther said as he just sat down. Lance started to dig through Cobblepots pockets, he gleamed in enjoyment as hound a compass. He looked at it and noticed that they were already heading north. Lucky.
"we're already heading north" Lance just said as he tossed the compass over the ship. Hearing a splash. Luther gawked at Lance as he then just smacked him on the head.
"you dumbass! We needed that!" Luther said yelling at Lance. Lance just grabbed his head, tears stinging his eyes.
"ow, that hurt!" He said yelling at Luther, Luther sighed at his brothers ignorance. He looked at the front of the ship and noticed the island was already in view. He smirked.
"Well, let's see if something fun is gonna happen again" Luther said, sitting against the guard rail of the ship, as he began to nap. Waiting for them to dock at the island.
IN A BAR. . .
jokes and laughter erupted in the bar as men drank and goofed off. Some were dancing around while others ended up falling asleep from the amounts of alcohol consumed. The bar was filled with boisterous laughter, music, and sounds from the men, besides at a table in the corner of the bar. Five men stared at each other, eying each other, anticipation stricken on their faces. Cards in there hands and stacks of beri on the table. Three threw down there cards in frustration, knowing that defeat was evident. The other threw down a two kings and three fives. A full house. Everyone then eyed the one man that was still holding onto his hand. He smirked throwing down his hand, have four aces. He then just held up a single ace that matched the one imprinted on his glove, the ace of spades. He smiled widely as he stretched out his arms and grabbed all the money. Chuckling softly. The men just stared on disappointed at the loss of there money. One man stood abruptly and pointed his gun at the winner.
"give me that money right now you bastard! I'm a pirate and I know you cheated me!" He yelled as he then fired on the winner. The bar went completely silent as all the men looked at the man holding the gun. The winner didn't move a single inch when the bullet hit his brown coat. He looked up, and then the very card that was in the winners hand was suddenly in the other mans forehead. A single spade facing the rest of the men in the bar. The winner, walked up to the man, knelt down and took his ace of spades back. He opened his brown coat revealing all the decks of cards. He slid all the beri into one the coat pockets. He then looked at one of his decks seeing a single bullet fall out of his coat. He smirked at the bullet when it hit the ground. He scratched his red head of hair.
"Well that was lucky" He said chuckling as he walked away from the scene that was just made, leaving everyone in wonderment at the weird man walked away. The bartender then grabbed his arm.
"What's your name mister?" He asked staring into his brown eyes, He just smiled at the man.
"Names Finch, Finch Gregory, thanks for the drinks old man!" He said as he walked out of the bar.
A/N: I hoped you all enjoyed the chapter! And who is this mysterious Finch man? We'll, check it out next time!