I took to the air and flew up onto the upper area of the deck. It was pure chaos here. Dozens of cannons fired at us, and a bazillion dogs rushed down out of nowhere.
I knocked a pirate out of my way and breathed a torrent of fire that took out three. I froze another two into snowballs and knocked them off the edge of the ship.
One of the pirates managed to slash my leg, but it wasn't anything major. I rammed that pirate off the edge.
I glanced at Spyro. He seemed to be alright, and was in the middle of using fire to kill off some more of the dogs. I ran over to him.
We were eventually overwhelmed by the waves of pirates and constant dodging of cannonballs. We were sick of it. Fury time.
I took a breath. I was going to take some damage, as I wouldn't be able to defend myself while the fury was charging, but I would be alright. I rose into the air. A wall of fire appeared and drew in closer to Spyro and I. Closer and closer, until we were ready to release the power. Fireballs rained down from the sky and destroyed this part of the ship. Most of the cannons were destroyed, and all of the pirates were killed.
Dizzy from how much power I had released, I walked forward towards an elevator that led up to the crow's nest.
After about a minute, we finally reached it. I immediately threw the pirate here off and looked around.
"What was the point of coming up here?" Spyro asked.
"I don't know," I replied.
A small air-boat flew overhead us. Two pirates jumped out of the boat, making the already-cramped crow's nest a very tight squeeze. We were hit repeatedly and didn't have enough room to fight.
I screamed as I was thrown off the edge by a pirate.
"Whatever happened to guard rails? !" I yelled. Despite my complaining, I held on so Spyro could more easily fight off the pirates.
"Spyro, hurry up!" I yelled after about a minute.
"I'm working on it!"
"You have enough room to back up, now PUSH THEM OFF THE EDGE!"
Two pirates went sailing over the edge. I pulled myself back up onto the crow's nest. "Let's get out of here," I muttered, stepping forward towards the elevator we had come up on.
Before I could move, the pulley broke and the elevator fell to the ground, breaking into tiny toothpicks. Spyro looked at me.
"Um... the other one?" I suggested, walking over to the elevator on the other side of the crow's nest. We stepped into it, pulled the lever, and slowly began out descent.
The rope broke.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed as we fell.
After about three or four seconds, we smashed into the ground. For some reason, we didn't die, and weren't even hurt.
Perhaps it was that overwhelming fear that did it. Coupled with all of the negative emotions I had been feeling in such a short span of time, I have little doubt that was what caused it. Whatever the cause, those eyes were forced into my mind.
The sickly yellow orbs examined me with deep scrutiny.
Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? I thought.
The body behind the eyes only laughed before disappearing.
"Yikes!" Sparx exclaimed, drawing me out of my thoughts.
"Really, Sparx?" I asked, shaking my head. Secretly, I was glad he had said that. I hated those eyes, the way they watched me and stared at me with cold hatred. I looked where he was pointing and my eyes widened.
There were at least thirty or forty pirates coming upon us. They jumped over the edge of the higher part of the deck, flooded down the stairs, and in-general, made their way to us.
"Spyro?" I squeaked.
"Yes?"
"Can I faint like Sparx did?"
"No, you can't."
"Then I have a better idea!"
I immediately ran off, pushing past the pirates, and headed up onto the higher deck near the edge. As expected, the pirates chased me. I had the right where I wanted them. I danced past them, shoving and ramming them off the pirate ship.
"Yoho, yoho, a pirate's life for—" I began to sing, but was cut off by and explosion from a stick of dynamite I hadn't noticed. I was sent flying over to Spyro, who had been watching me with amusement.
"Arg," I said, standing up.
Spyro and I headed over to the other side of the deck to face the rest of the pirates—the ones that hadn't run off. They were dispatched easily with fire. Spyro received a cut, but luckily it was only minor.
"Uh-oh," I said, as I saw a bomb land near us. I bolted and looked up to see a pirate riding around in an air-boat, jesting and jeering at me.
I growled and headed over to a cannon. I positioned it so it would hit the air-boat as it made its slow circles around us.
"Bye-bye," I said, lighting the fuse.
The dog's face contorted and he tried to get out of the way, but to no avail. Before the small boat could move an inch, a cannonball smashed through it, sending the boat crashing onto the deck and into a large crate.
To my surprise, the Blundertails emerged from the crates. They turned towards us and hissed. But we killed them! If they were dead, then that meant these were just rip-offs of the so-called originals!
I used ice to freeze one and electricity to shock it to death while I was frozen. By the time I was done, Spyro had already killed the one he had taken on.
"What's their names?" I asked Spyro as we turned and searched the deck for a way to the captain's quarters.
"Whose names?" Spyro asked.
"Those parrot things. And the captain," I said.
"Scratch, Sniff, and Skabb," Spyro replied.
"How do you know?" I asked. I hadn't been expecting an answer... I wasn't even sure why I asked.
"It was mentioned in passing," Spyro said.
"Well, now I can stop calling them Orangie and Purplie."
Spyro laughed. "That's what you called them?"
"Yeah. What do you care?" I asked indignantly. "Hey... what is this ship called, anyway?"
"Fellmuth," Spyro said, shaking his head. "Don't you listen?"
"No," I replied. "I don't remember anything about it ever being mentioned."
"They did."
"No... you did. They never said anything. Speaking of they, they never fed us anything. You know what would sound good right now?"
"What?"
"Sniff on a stick."
"Crystal! You can't eat that!"
"I'm just kidding. But seriously—I'm starving."
"We can eat later, Crystal. We don't have time to look for food."
"But..." I began, but Spyro turned away, intent on ignoring me. I sighed and helped him search.
