Chapter Three!!! YAY! Ok, thanks to Acoustical Ferret for reviewing my last chapter.

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Enemies Forever Chapter 3:

A ship is passed

Normally, any of the vermin in the bar wouldn't have worried about the noise. Except for two very important reasons that Skant made apparent as she ran out of the bar,

"oh, fangblood. It's Cap'n Feddle, an' 'e's out there wid Wert!"

They ran out to see a not so unfamiliar scene. Two beasts were standing facing each other within a circle of onlookers. One of them was a powerful wolf. He wore a brown jerkin and had a large mace in his huge paws. This was Captain Feddle.

The other was a handsome pine marten. He was light brown with cream on his under parts. He was clad in a blue tunic and wielded a cutlass, which was now thrust through his red waist sash. But the most noticeable part of Captain Wert (for that is who he is) was his eyes. They were bright green, with a luminance that seemed to come from them. Maky had similar eyes to his. The circle of onlookers was obviously mostly made up of Wert's crew. Because almost everything they said was ridicule for Feddle. Feddle was ignoring them and concentrating on Wert.

"I've 'ad enough of ye Wert! I'm sick of ye always abusin' me ship an' crew. It's gonna end 'ere." He whirls his mace and begins to charge at Wert.

Meanwhile, most of the Seaskimmers' crew had rushed to the circle to cheer Feddle on. However, Skant, Raptail and Maky stayed on the steps of the bar. Where there was a greater vantage point. Raptail groans and remarks sadly,

"Feddles' gonna get killed if'n 'e can't calm down." It was true, because as he said it, Feddle had reached Wert. Only to find that he was swinging at air. The wily Wert has simply sidestepped and positioned himself so that he was standing next to the wolf.

"You are a fool Feddle." Wert remarked coolly, "you will never amount to anything, neither you nor your rag-tag crew." He ducked as Feddle swung at his head. "See! You can't even hit me. You cannot fight, bet, or captain a ship. You are a waste of life." He had to stop insulting Feddle because the wolves paw had shot forward, his mace now forgotten as he lifted Wert bodily from the ground by the front of his tunic.

"I'll make you eat those words, Wert!" Feddle growled into his face.

"No, you won't." The words were cold as Wert raised his paw in the air.

Raptail, Maky and Skant were shocked as they saw Feddle fall forward, they stared in horror at the arrow protruding from their former captains back. A stoat standing behind him coolly lowered his bow. The beasts on the steps all knew who it was, Blackpaw Deathwind. First mate of the Wavediver, and master archer. He laughed coldly.

"Heh, heh. A job well done Cap'n Wert." He told his captain who had leapt lightly out of the way of Feddle as he fell and was now standing next to Blackpaw.

A howl of disdain went up from the Seaskimmers' crew as they leapt forward, ready to deal death to any of the Wavedivers' crew. But they only met emptiness. They were long gone. A rat threw down his sword in disgust.

"Gawd, 'ow did they disappear like tha'?" A red-furred ferret standing next to him lifted his bow.

"I dunno. All I know is that Blackpaw shot the Cap'n. I'm goin' after 'em." The crew watched as the ferret ran off.

"Don't worry," Raptail yelled at them."Rantan'll find somebeast an' bring 'em back 'ere. You lot jus' get over 'ere. We think th' Cap'n's still alive!"

Skant had been the one to first reach Feddle. With Maky peeking over her shoulder she noticed the dark stain spreading over the back of his jerkin. With a strength born of desperation, she tore the back of the jerkin off, exposing the wound. Feddle was breathing heavily, his eyes glazing over. As Skant reached down to pull the arrow out, he reached up and stopped her.

"Nah mate. Leave it. I ain't goin' any further." He smiled weakly. "You jus' take good care o' me ship. An'." He grunted in pain. "Make sure tha' ya get that slimy coward Wert back for me." He glared up at his crew standing around him. "You lot." The crew winced, preparing themselves for a bombardment of curses, but they didn't come.

"You lot." Feddle said weakly. "You lot were a good crew. You jus' look after liddle Skanny ok?" There were murmurs from the crew, and several smothered snickers. Skant was the youngest in the crew besides Maky, and Feddle always pointed it out. Skant just rolled her eyes and glared at the few laughers.

"Cummon, cap'n. I don't need a whole crew to look a'ter me!" She looked down at Feddle who was laughing.

"I know ye don't Skant. You're a Captain now. You don't need any help. Choose a new First mate, an' a Second mate if ye want." He let out a shuddering breath. "I'm done for."

A last, rasping breath escaped the wolves' mouth and his eyes glazed over. The crew knew he was dead. They bowed their heads' and closed their eyes as Skant murmured a simple corsairs' death poem.

Across the rough an' windblown seas, A better place is there. Where only th' worst o' corsairs go, Th' land is fat an' fair.

Captain Feddle Gutrip, we'll remember you, For all th' things you've done. You were a brave leader an' a strong fighter, But now yore days are gone.

And with those few simple words. A ship was passed. And the Seaskimmers' crew would never be the same.

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Awww, how sad. *evil snicker* I love it. Weeel, anyways. Review!