Chapter 8: Celtic Woman
The Dark Captain internally groaned as he heard approaching footsteps. He couldn't catch a break, could he? A gorgeous goddess...good...bitchy blonde and her mother...bad...watching the Crimson Savior...good...cryptic cat/rats...bad...juicy gossip that had his stomach feeling like a swarm of butterflies...pretty certain that was good...the approaching disaster that could very well spell his doom...very not good.
"Oi, blacksmith. I want a word with you." The woman demanded her voice carrying a slight Celtic accent.
He turned and smiled nervously at her, pushing the whole cowardly thing into high gear.
"Um...is...is there something I can do for you...um…" he started...blast, he didn't actually know her name.
"The name's Rem and I got a question for ya. Ya had best be giving me an honest answer otherwise there will be hell to pay, ya hear?" Rem stated her accent getting heavier...probably because she was annoyed.
"Please...ask away. I...I'll do my best to...to give you an answer, Miss Rem." He replied ducking his head a little to make it appear as if he was intimidated by the firecracker.
Quite frankly...if he were in any other profession aside from piracy...he would have been a little intimidated. This girl did not stand on ceremony, spoke her mind… rather bluntly, and has actually made grown men cower before her...with just one look.
"You like the Savior, yeah? Ya had better with all the staring and stalking you've been doing. Whatcha think of her?" Rem demanded crossing her arms.
Oh dear...this was a loaded question if there ever was one. On one hand, pun intended, he wanted to meet her, to speak with her, to clearly hear her voice, to actually get to know her...pepper her with questions...kisses...and he...he just wanted her. Plain and simple, right?
Wrong...reason why...Kora. He didn't dare draw attention to himself. That heartless bitch would rip out his heart if he blew his cover...especially if the reason was a woman and that made a great deal of bile rise up in his mouth.
When did he become such a coward? Since a woman nearly ripped his heart out and incessantly squeezed it while it was still within his chest...he still felt the echoes of that pain and he did not want a repeat performance.
But he also knew that he wouldn't be able to escape the feisty Celtic wench because she had her own horse and rode like the devil was right behind her. What could he say...there was no right answer, was there?
"Sometime this century, idiot. I ain't getting any younger over 'ere." She complained tapping her foot on the ground in irritation.
Bloody hell...someone save him from this she-devil! Oh shit...not her...anyone but her. The crimson haired savior was walking straight towards him from the far side of the encampment...probably wondering what was going on and he quickly turned away, making himself look busy.
"Oi! Answer me question, ya bloody coward!" Rem snapped moving towards him.
Not good...the girl pushed him and he did make a show of falling, covering his face and trying to shield himself from the annoying little brat. God...this was humiliating! Somebody just kill him please. Seriously...it would be kinder to shoot him right now.
Rem proceeded to kick at him...damn, she actually found a tender spot. He had broken a rib a few months back on one of Kora's errands and although the rib was healed, the muscle however was still a bit sore...and that fucking Celtic bitch had landed a spot on kick to that exact spot.
Pain shot through his entire side and it took all he had to not cry out in pain, but he did roll over onto his side, his left arm trying to cover the spot but without a hand...he couldn't protect it from another kick...several actually.
That one had him coughing up blood and subsequent ones were becoming more and more painful. Not good because it meant that the little trollop was deliberately kicking him there on purpose. He didn't think that she would be this cruel. Yeah, she hated cowards but she had never beaten the stuffing out of them for not answering a simple question.
He tried to roll over to remove his right rib cage out of the line of fire but he didn't move fast enough because her heel came down hard on the exact spot of his injury and there was an audible pop. The barely healed rib had snapped in two and one end had jabbed into one of his internal organs because an insane amount of blood started coming out of his mouth...the right lung going by the pain and blood.
He was literally gagging on his own blood now...he couldn't even yell for help or make any kind of noise of distress loud enough for anyone to hear. In his current position, the firecracker couldn't see the blood pouring from his mouth. It didn't help that his vision was being blurred by the pain either, darkening around the edges from the blood loss.
Shit...was this how he was going to die? Like a coward...here lies the Scourge of the Sea killed by a wee lass from the old sod...bloody hell! This was so incredibly stupid! He was drowning on dry land, drowning on his own damn blood! Karma was a bitch.
The Captain of the Jolly Roger knew that he would not escape the chilling call of death. He was paying the ultimate price for his obsession, but a single glimmer of hope still yet burned within his blackened heart. Would it be enough to save him?
