Chapter 10
Sorry it's taken so long guys…remember that great great great guy that I told ya'll about? Well, it turned out he wasn't so great. He dumped me and apparently I never meant anything to him. I've been really down and out for a long time, so much so that I couldn't even come close to writing. I guess I was just upset. Oh well, you can never forget your first love, right? I guess that I'd better get to the tenth chapter now. Enjoy, everyone, and please forgive me for being so negligent.
Disclaimer: The only thing here I own is the story plot.
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The wind filled the sails and the mist from the waves crashing on the side of the luxurious ship helped cool the sailors as the ship skimmed across the water. The crew members were working non-stop, trying to keep the Captain happy with the perfection of the ship. A flash of silvery-white hair made the slackers jump to work as the stately man growled, stalking over the decks; examining the crew at work. "Jacques," he scolded. "This crew is unacceptable!"
The young brunette next to him cringed, "I'm sorry, Sir, they were all that I could get on such short notice."
"What happened to the crew from the last trip, you know, the one to Spain?" He asked the trembling man.
"Y-you killed them all, Sir."
"Oh yea…so they wouldn't try to get their share of the treasure we stole…" he sighed in defeat, "Train them, and maybe I won't be forced to kill them too." He turned back to look over the ship and all the crew members who had stopped to eavesdrop jumped instantly back to worked. He growled again before stalking back to the Captain's Quarters mumbling, "They're gonna need a lot of work."
He slammed the large, wooden door behind him and several books shook from the force and fell off their shelves. He walked right past the books and sat at his desk which was positioned against the wall. Several documents were scattered on the surface of it, along with them laid a letter; his name spelled across the envelop in elegant lettering. He slipped the letter out of the envelope to read for the umpteenth time.
Prince Vicious,
I am saddened to write this letter as I begin to grasp the situation at hand. As you know, my daughter Faye has been taken by the Pirate Spiegel. I fear for her life, and so I am sending this in hopes of employing your help. I will give you Faye's hand in marriage and you will be the heir to my throne should you find her alive and bring her captor back alive for punishment. Find my daughter, Prince, and all that you could possibly want will be yours.
King Valentine
A sly smile spread over Vicious' thin lips. "I will have you yet, Princess, just you wait and see." He laughed an evil laugh that would send chills down the spines of even the bravest of men as he turned to the map on the wall. Several courses were outlined in different colors. He ran his finger along a course outlined in black that ended in what seemed to be the middle of the ocean, "Well Spike, my old friend, it's time to hand over the prize."
Days turned into weeks as the normally three day journey turned into two weeks. "What's happened?" Vicious demanded as he awoke, yet again, not at his destination.
"Well, we've followed your instructions exactly, Sir…but it seems they were wrong." Jacques replied to his question.
"I am never wrong! The map in my quarters has never lied to me!"
"Have you ever been to this place before, Sir?"
"Of course I have, how foolish of you to question me so!" Vicious screamed and Jacques cowered away from him before making his next comment.
"Well, Sir, have you been there since that unidentified man ravaged your quarters?"
"No, what does that have to do with anything?"
"Maybe, Sir, the man sabotaged your map, since he took nothing…after all, you said yourself he seemed to know what he was looking for."
Vicious' eyes went wide, "Oh no…" He turned and tore through the ship back to his quarters, pushing aside men twice his size like they were nothing in an attempt to get to his quarters. He threw open the door and ran straight to the map. He eyed it carefully. The ink that outlined the route to Paraíso Del Pirata seemed to be darker and newer than the rest. "NO!" He screamed as he ripped the map off the wall in frustration and threw it across the room. Only one person came to his mind, only one person would try to keep him from Paraíso Del Pirata. "SPIKE!"
Jacques appeared at the door, "Sir, a pirate ship has been spotted off the bow approaching us quickly. They look as if they intend to board us."
A gleam showed in Vicious' eye, "Thank you, Jacques… Paraíso Del Pirata, here I come." He grinned as he left the cabin yet again.
Out on deck the crew was in shambles, they all seemed to have no idea what to do. "Jacques, I thought I told you to train these people!"
"I have been trying to, Sir, but you can only teach so much." He managed to get out while shouting orders to different crew members in a desperate attempt to get them into order.
Vicious' hand went to his head as a headache came on. "Jacques…we have to board the pirate ship…"
Jacques didn't even act surprised, but the crew all immediately stopped in their tracks and silence fell over the ship. Jacques took this opportunity to tell the crew exactly what to do as the pirate ship came closer to their ship.
Soon, the crew wasn't nearly as nervous and Jacques actually had them rallied up and ready for the oncoming fight. This would be quite an ordeal, Vicious knew. He recognized the insignia on the flag below the signature skull and cross bones. This was the ship of the Spanish Pirate, Antonio. He looked over the pitiable crew that had been provided for him…normally Vicious wouldn't have thought they would make it through this fight, but he, for a strange reason, had confidence in them.
The pirate ship came within firing range of Vicious' ship's cannons. Jacques ordered for the cannon to be shot but with a wave of his hand Vicious the cannons were told to wait. He could see that Antonio was dropping his guard as he came closer and closer to the ship. The cannons were not even out. What is he doing…Vicious wondered as he watched.
Antonio's ship came closer; soon it was obvious that there was no one on the deck of the ship. Vicious' eyes narrowed. "Jacques, something's not right here." Suddenly the sides of the two ships collided and they both gave a violent jerk as they stopped against one another. The tension on the ship was high; there was still no sign of any life on Antonio's ship. No one moved, no one even dared to breathe as they watched.
Vicious suddenly realized what was going on, "Don't drop your guard!" No sooner had he yelled that than a cry came from within Antonio's ship and the pirates sprang out of their hiding places on the deck. They quickly cleared the small distance between the two ships and almost immediately attacked the unprepared crew members aboard Vicious' ship. "Arm yourselves, Men! Protect your ship!" Vicious drew his sword as he said this and lashed out at the pirates.
The battle went by as nothing more than a mere blur. Vicious sliced his way through the pirates and, on occasion, his own crew, towards the enemy ship. He grabbed hold of a rope from the sail and swung over to Antonio's ship. Upon boarding he quickly found who he was looking for. A twisted smile spread across Vicious' face, "Antonio, what an unexpected pleasure."
"Don't flatter yourself, Vicious." Antonio's black hair and beard covered most of his face; the little area of his eyes that was visible had a scar spread across both eyes from his eyebrows to his cheeks. A large, red hat, adorned with a great, black feather was atop the mangled mass of hair on his head and his clothes were red and black to match. He spoke with a thick, Spanish accent, and rotting teeth showed through his smile, "You know the only thing we want is your gold. After all, you are on a quest to save a Princess, you must have some."
"Ah, here you are mistaken, we don't have some, we have much."
"A Pirates' duel it is then. I win and I get all your gold."
"And if I win, you tell me the way to Paraíso Del Pirata."
"A great Prince like you are doesn't know the way to Paraíso Del Pirata? But you have been there before; don't tell me Spiegel got you lost."
"Just shut up and fight me!" He lunged forward with his sword drawn and Antonio easily dodged the first blow of Vicious.
"Now, you know better than to rush at an enemy like that!" Antonio easily drew his sword and with one, lightning quick motion sent it over Vicious' arm. Vicious staggered back holding his gashed arm with the other one; he growled and picked his sword up again, blood dripping from his arm and onto the hilt of the sword. "Now that's more like it." Antonio laughed and watched Vicious.
"You know, I always told you your pride would be your downfall." In one fluid motion, Vicious moved next to Antonio, his sword implanted through Antonio's stomach. "Now, tell me where Paraíso Del Pirata is."
Antonio's eyes went wide and he fell back onto the deck, "Fool, now you'll never know." He coughed and blood pooled out of his mouth before his head fell back onto the deck and he was dead.
Vicious laughed insanely, "I doubt that." Pulling his sword out of the deceased pirate, Vicious advanced through the deck into the Captain's Quarters, these ships were so easy to figure out, they were all made just about the same. In the back of the large room hung a map much like his own; Vicious examined this map and a smile spread over his pasty lips as he carefully took the map off the wall. Upon exiting the cabin, he quickly found out that his crew had also won this battle and they were quickly taking everything off the ship and onto Vicious' ship. Vicious rubbed his head again, "Jacques, get these bodies off my ship." He could see Jacques was concerned when he noticed the cut on his arm, but Vicious ignored him and went back into his cabin.
Paraíso Del Pirata, nothing will keep me from you now. Vicious thought as he plotted his new course with his good arm, the other one still dripping crimson liquid onto the floor beside him.
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Well, some of you requested more of a focus on Vicious so, this chapter was for you. I am trying to get back to writing…until then…I hope you will have patience with me and please please please forgive me for not updating. I will try my hardest to be better about it.
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