Authors note:
Hey everyone, its me. I'd like to note just a few things. First off, my Russian sucks. So if your fluent, please spare me a lecture on my horrible Russian: ) Second of all, Wakkos reaction to big events is based on the cartoon, where he does a lot with his stomach. (he eats a lot, ect.) in case your wondering why he pukes all the time. Thanks for the great reviews!
Enter: Wakko
The light stings my eyes for just a second when I step out of the kitchen. I never really think the kitchen's that dark until I'm out of it, you know? I've got a bag in my hand, and in that bag is chocolate. Its not for me, though. (Toulouse did give me some of my own before I left.) Its for the chick with the black hair and the gun that I saw yesterday. I asked Toulouse if she was his girlfriend, and then he started laughing and I was scared he would die. He turned all blue and everything! He told me that first of all, she wasn't anyone's girlfriend. Second of all, she pays him extra to make a batch of chocolate once a month or so. I asked him why, but he said I'd find out when I'm older. Maybe Yakko knows…
Toulouse told me where to find her. She'd be in her room. I walk through the belly of the boat, and try to ignore the smell because it still gives me the willies, knowing what that smell is. I find a door that has a couple of bullet holes in it. That's the one. I knock.
"Who is it?!"
"Wakko. Uh, I have some chocolate for you from Toulouse." There's some shushed voices and the sound of papers rustling.
"Come back later!" I decide to do what she says. I go out on deck. I'm looking around for Dot, when I see the guy with about a thousand earrings all over his face. He's kind of old. Fifty at the youngest, but he's got real bright eyes. He's sitting on a wooden crate with a mirror on his knees. He's got a bottle of beer, a needle, and more gold-hoop earrings on the crate he's sitting on. I watch as he dips the needle in the beer, carefully attaches an earring to it somehow, and positions it about a half inch above his lower lip. Then, almost too fast for me to see, he stabs the needle through and closes up the earring. He sits back and admires his handy work. After a second, he starts looking at his face, probably trying to find a new spot to pierce. He spots me looking at him.
"Want one?" he grins. "It don't hurt. I've done all of these myself, your safe with me." Of course, I know what I should have done. I should have just walked away. But the thing is, Yakko, Dot, and me; what we should do and what we do are two very different things.
I trot over and stand in front of him.
"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" I ask, suddenly starting to regret my decision a little.
"I swear by the hair on my chiny-chin-chin!" He says smiling. I look at his chin. There's no hair there at all. He grabs hold of one of my ears and looks at it for a second. Then he chooses a ring and puts it in his teeth. He grabs the needle, dips it in the beer and attaches the ring. My stomach lurches.
"Ready?" He asks. I swallow real heard.
"…yeah." I choke out. There's a burning flash of pain, and then it's gone, as quickly as if came. "Was that it?" I ask.
"Sure was." Says the guy. "Take a look!" He holds up the mirror in front of me. Sure enough, there's a little gold hoop in my left ear. And it looks really cool! The guy laughs and tells me to get on my way, and get my tongue back in my mouth before he pierces that too.
I head back down bellow, grinning to myself, and wish there were mirrors around here so I could take another look. I get back to the door, but find that its wide open, and no one's inside.
There's a bed. A nice one, a wardrobe, a table, and a bookshelf; which is empty. I decide to just leave the chocolate there and I put it down on the table. I'm about to go when something catches my eye. On the table, there's blueprints. And they look like blueprints of this ship. I hop up on the table and take a look. They're all marked up with some sort of weird symbols. I look at the prints for a while and find our room. There's marks next to our room too:
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"..and don't think that just because Normans all cooped up in his office he doesn't hear what's going on. He's got a spy and I want to know who it is!" Says a voice from right down the hallway. And that voice belongs to gun chick! My heat jumps into my throat and I panic. I dive under the table just before people enter the room.
"Do you think its Scarab?"
"No. He's too stupid."
"I'm telling you, its Raj. I've seen the little bastard listening in to everyone's conversations. He knows English. Don't think he doesn't." There's a scarping of chairs and three sets of feet threaten to give away my position. There's a pair of high heeled black boots that I think belong to gun chick. There's a pair of bare feet and a pair of brown leather work boots.
"What about the kids?" Says Bare Feet.
"What about them?" Growls Gun Chick. I hear the rustle of the paper bag and hear her munching on the chocolate.
"They're scared stiff of Norman. I'll bet they become his spies in less than a week." Says Bare Feet.
"Well. We dock in Algeria in two weeks. They shouldn't be too much use to him if they're only his spies for a week." Says Work Boots.
"Just keep them out of the store room. We don't want them knowing about the powder. I don't care if they find out about Normans' gold." Grumbles Gun Chick. There's a silence.
"…Liz…?" Says Work Boots. He sounds real unsure of something.
"What."
"About the kids. Are…are they going to be on the ship with the rest of the crew when we blow it up?" I nearly fall over backwards, or puke, or gasp, or do all three. WHAT?!
"No. They're going to be flying overhead singing Take Me out to the Ball Game. Of course their going to be on the ship you idiot! Where else would they be!?" Yells Gun Chick. My hearts pounding.
"Oh." Says Work Boots. He doesn't sound too happy. He doesn't sound like he's going to say anything else, either.
"Come on. I want another glass of rum." Says Bare Feet. There's another scarping of chairs, the sound of foot steps, and I'm all alone. But I don't move. At least not until I can feel my limbs again. Then I bolt out the door. I'm standing in the hallway, trying to catch my breath when I see three sets of legs. I look up and see three faces. One of them belongs to Gun Chick. The other two belong to Work Boots and Bare Feet. Work Boots is old, but Bare Feet cant be more than 19. He glares at me.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" He leers.
"I…I…I swallowed something." I say. Knowing me, it's a pretty good excuse. But his expression doesn't change.
"What did you hear?" He asks in a real even tone. I look up at him all confused.
"What…? I swallowed a marble and I thought I was choking for a sec. What did I hear of what?" He narrows his eyes. I swallow. He has a gun in his hand.
"Leave him alone Tom…" Sighs Gun Chick. She and Work Boots believe me. Tom doesn't let up.
"What did you hear?" He says again. He's raising the hand with the gun in it.
I bolt.
I make it out on deck when I hear a BANG and a small ting and also a thud. It takes me a split second to realize that Tom shot at me and the bullet nicked my earring!
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Its Norman. I turn around to see Tom pointing a gun right my head. Yakko is at Normans side, looking real pale and kind of sick.
"This runt has been into things he shouldn't." Says Tom. He doesn't lower the gun.
"Tom you will put that gun down or be shot yourself!" Roars Norman. Tom Doesn't move. Instead he laughs. I think I'm gonna puke…
"You're the Captain. If you shoot one of your crew its taps for you." Norman's face doesn't change. Instead, he brings a gun out of his pocket, and without taking his eyes off Tom, passes it to Yakko. Yakko takes it looks at it as if its some sort of poisonous snake being pressed into his hand. Then, he gets a grip on it, and with his arm shaking, points it at Tom. Tom doesn't stop grinning, or pointing the gun at my head. My legs are shaking real bad and my hearts pounding and I feel sick and I don't know how much longer its going to be before I faint or puke or scream…
"That little bastard couldn't hit me if he tried!" He crows. He squints his eyes and I see his fingers start to tighten. I shut my eyes. Yakko, keep taking good care of Dot, and Dot keep looking out for Yakko. I love you both so much, and-
WACK!
There's a gasp.
I open my eyes to see Tom unconscious and laying on the deck with a huge coil of rope on top of him. Then, I hear laughter. Girlish laughter. Directly above me. I look up to see Dot sitting on a big wooden beam that goes across the mast, laughing her head off.
"Mmmph…" Says Tom. Oh no! He gets up and looks around. He looks up and gets a facefull of gun barrel from Yakko, who isn't looking so scared now.
"Tom." Says Norman, walking around him. "If we have another outburst like this, you can be sure it will be your last. That is all." He nods to Yakko, who takes the gun out of Toms face. "Toulouse." Says Norman "Please show Tom below deck." Toulouse grins a real horrible grin and picks Tom up. With a huge roar Toulouse throws Tom all the way through the (open) door to the lower deck. It's a few seconds before I hear a thud.
"That is all." Says Norman, dismisses us all. He goes down below deck and I go straight to the side of the boat. My legs are shaking again, and I cant keep my breakfast down anylonger…