Eh. I just realized I haven't been doing my thoughts right, so now thoughts
will be written like 'this'. See! They have little ''s around them.
Skant: Ok, Bloodfur. They're not stupid.
Hey! Who asked you? I know they're not stupid, I was just making sure they knew.
Skant: Yea'. Right. *walks away*
Oook, anywho. Thanx to Vane again, clara200 and Eroket for reviewing.
Oh, and Eroket . . . DON'T CALL ME SKANNY!!! *snicker* If you do it again, I will kill Silvren. I will throw all my alts at him until he dies. (jk)
Skant: WHA'?!?!? Im not fightin Silv'. He'll destroy me.
Anyway, enough of my confusing and stupid, useless babble and back to the story.
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Enemies Forever Chapter 4:
Future Plans
"Wot th' hell are we gonna do now?"
Raptail was in Skants' cabin consulting her. After they had given Feddle a traditional burial at sea, the crew had been at a loss of what to do. They had retreated to the Seaskimmer, where they stayed below, waiting for orders.
"An' then there's th' matter of that stupid northland fox tha' Rantan caught!"
Rantan, the red-furred ferret that had gone off after Blackpaw, had come back successful. He had caught a rather stubborn silver fox that obviously came from the northlands due to his accent. He called himself Nekox, and all the crew despised him. He was nice enough. But the fact that he came from the Wavediver, turned all the crew against him.
Raptail had been listening to Skant go over their currant troubles for almost an hour. And so far she hadn't repeated herself. He tapped his tail against the floor and decided to speak to her and remove one of their first problems.
"Wot about choosin' a first an' second mate?" Skant stopped pacing for a while and looked at him.
"Wot? Alright. Um, how 'bout you an' Rantan?" She murmured. "You can be first an' Rantan can be second......MAKY!" Maky came scampering in as her name was called. She stood up straight and performed an overly fancy salute.
"Aye, Cap'n?" Skant stared at her and giggled.
"Right, Maky. Go an' tell Rantan that he's second mate. Then tell 'im to bring to bring tha' trouble causin' northlander here." Maky saluted again and ran off. Raptail watched her go.
"She's a good sailor," he grinned, "knows how to suck up to th' Cap'n!" He ducked as Skant aimed a clip at his ears and chuckled.
"You watch yoreself. Yore only first mate. I can still 'it yer." She muttered darkly at him.
Suddenly, the door burst open, slamming violently against the wall and causing Raptail and Skant to jump. It revealed Rantan standing there, his black cape flowing out behind him. He was holding a rope, to which Rakox, the northlander, was tied to. He walked in and stood before them.
"You wanted me Captain?"
Skant, startled at his quick arrival manages to reply. "Did Maky tell yer?"
Rantan grinned broadly. "Aye, an' I must say that it's an honor to be chosen as second mate. I bought ye Rakox Cap'n."
Skant grinned back at him. "You can jus' call me Skant. I think tha' yore ranked high enough to do that." She turns to the silver fox standing slightly behind Rantan. He was clad in a rusty, chainmail shirt, brown pants and had a green bandanna tied around his head. She kept her voice deceptively friendly, although she hated him. "So, Rakox. You are here because you are a prisoner. An' tha' means tha' you 'ave to tell us some information."
Rakox just smiled at her, no fear whatsoever on his face. "Aye, lassie. Ah mae be ah presoner. But I ent goin' ta tell ye anythin'. D' ye ken?"
Skant smiled back. "Well, you had better tell us some information. Or else yore gonna 'ave ta sleep in th' crews' quarters tonight. An' I don't think tha' they take too kindly to a beast part of the crew that they hate an' killed their Captain. So do ya think tha' ye can tell us some things?"
The silver fox considers this fact for a while. The grin gone from his face. Finally, he looks Skant directly in the eyes, "A'right. Ah'll tell ye some thengs. What do ye wan' ta know?"
Raptail leans over towards him, "Ye can tell us where yore ex-Cap'n is headin'."
Rakox looks confused, "wot be ye meaning, ex?" Raptail just laughed and looked across to Skant, who grins back.
"Yore gonna be workin' for us from now on. We're a few beasts short of a crew." Raptail sneered," but don't ye think o' escapin', the crew'll keep a lookout on ye. Now, how 'bout you tellin' us where Wert's goin'?"
Rakox grins half-heartedly and stutters in reply, "Er, righto, laddie. Ole cap'n Wert said tha' they'd be headen for Salamandastron. Bunch o' fools. They 'ave to beh missen somethen in their head tae goo there!"
Skant stands up and nods, her jaw set firm. "Right, we set th' course for Salamandastron." Raptail taps her shoulder warily and murmurs in her ear,
"Er, Skant. I need to talk to ye about something. Without Rakox." He looks up at the northlander. Skant simply waves a paw and Rantan takes him away.
"What do ye want Rappy?" Agitation is written on her features. It is obvious that she wants to leave as soon as possible.
"Er, we don't 'ave hardly any vittles left!" Raptail exclaimed, "an' we can't pick up some 'ere. You know this area. Any food we pick up 'ere would most likely be poisoned!" He picks up a chart off Skants' desk. "It's a good seasons' sail ta Salamandastron. We can't go wi'out supplies. We'd starve!"
Skant sighs slightly, "what do ye say we do Raptail?"
The steersrat points to a spot on the map. "That goodbeast castle tha' we were gonna raid under Feddle. Its force is on'y tiny compared to ours an' it has plenty o' vittles an' water." He looks up at his captain. "Tha' would be our best bet. It's on'y two days sail away. We got enough food and water 'till then, easily."
Skant nodded, now that Raptail brought it up. She can remember Feddle talking to her about it. The castle was only a small one, and falling apart at that. It had a mixture of woodlanders in it. But mainly otters. She ground her teeth together,
'Riverdogs, how I despise them.'
She remembered what the castle was called, Streamswift. Castle Streamswift. A typically otter name. But it had a typically otter ruler. Her name was Lady Crestwave, and was a strong fighter, not that it mattered. Skant looked at Raptail, her mind was made up,
"then, let's go Raptail. Onward for Castle Streamswift."
* * * * * * Hey! I think that's the longest chappy ive written so far. Which is actually very sad when you think about it. Anyway.R+R PLEASE!!!
Skant: Ok, Bloodfur. They're not stupid.
Hey! Who asked you? I know they're not stupid, I was just making sure they knew.
Skant: Yea'. Right. *walks away*
Oook, anywho. Thanx to Vane again, clara200 and Eroket for reviewing.
Oh, and Eroket . . . DON'T CALL ME SKANNY!!! *snicker* If you do it again, I will kill Silvren. I will throw all my alts at him until he dies. (jk)
Skant: WHA'?!?!? Im not fightin Silv'. He'll destroy me.
Anyway, enough of my confusing and stupid, useless babble and back to the story.
* * * * * *
Enemies Forever Chapter 4:
Future Plans
"Wot th' hell are we gonna do now?"
Raptail was in Skants' cabin consulting her. After they had given Feddle a traditional burial at sea, the crew had been at a loss of what to do. They had retreated to the Seaskimmer, where they stayed below, waiting for orders.
"An' then there's th' matter of that stupid northland fox tha' Rantan caught!"
Rantan, the red-furred ferret that had gone off after Blackpaw, had come back successful. He had caught a rather stubborn silver fox that obviously came from the northlands due to his accent. He called himself Nekox, and all the crew despised him. He was nice enough. But the fact that he came from the Wavediver, turned all the crew against him.
Raptail had been listening to Skant go over their currant troubles for almost an hour. And so far she hadn't repeated herself. He tapped his tail against the floor and decided to speak to her and remove one of their first problems.
"Wot about choosin' a first an' second mate?" Skant stopped pacing for a while and looked at him.
"Wot? Alright. Um, how 'bout you an' Rantan?" She murmured. "You can be first an' Rantan can be second......MAKY!" Maky came scampering in as her name was called. She stood up straight and performed an overly fancy salute.
"Aye, Cap'n?" Skant stared at her and giggled.
"Right, Maky. Go an' tell Rantan that he's second mate. Then tell 'im to bring to bring tha' trouble causin' northlander here." Maky saluted again and ran off. Raptail watched her go.
"She's a good sailor," he grinned, "knows how to suck up to th' Cap'n!" He ducked as Skant aimed a clip at his ears and chuckled.
"You watch yoreself. Yore only first mate. I can still 'it yer." She muttered darkly at him.
Suddenly, the door burst open, slamming violently against the wall and causing Raptail and Skant to jump. It revealed Rantan standing there, his black cape flowing out behind him. He was holding a rope, to which Rakox, the northlander, was tied to. He walked in and stood before them.
"You wanted me Captain?"
Skant, startled at his quick arrival manages to reply. "Did Maky tell yer?"
Rantan grinned broadly. "Aye, an' I must say that it's an honor to be chosen as second mate. I bought ye Rakox Cap'n."
Skant grinned back at him. "You can jus' call me Skant. I think tha' yore ranked high enough to do that." She turns to the silver fox standing slightly behind Rantan. He was clad in a rusty, chainmail shirt, brown pants and had a green bandanna tied around his head. She kept her voice deceptively friendly, although she hated him. "So, Rakox. You are here because you are a prisoner. An' tha' means tha' you 'ave to tell us some information."
Rakox just smiled at her, no fear whatsoever on his face. "Aye, lassie. Ah mae be ah presoner. But I ent goin' ta tell ye anythin'. D' ye ken?"
Skant smiled back. "Well, you had better tell us some information. Or else yore gonna 'ave ta sleep in th' crews' quarters tonight. An' I don't think tha' they take too kindly to a beast part of the crew that they hate an' killed their Captain. So do ya think tha' ye can tell us some things?"
The silver fox considers this fact for a while. The grin gone from his face. Finally, he looks Skant directly in the eyes, "A'right. Ah'll tell ye some thengs. What do ye wan' ta know?"
Raptail leans over towards him, "Ye can tell us where yore ex-Cap'n is headin'."
Rakox looks confused, "wot be ye meaning, ex?" Raptail just laughed and looked across to Skant, who grins back.
"Yore gonna be workin' for us from now on. We're a few beasts short of a crew." Raptail sneered," but don't ye think o' escapin', the crew'll keep a lookout on ye. Now, how 'bout you tellin' us where Wert's goin'?"
Rakox grins half-heartedly and stutters in reply, "Er, righto, laddie. Ole cap'n Wert said tha' they'd be headen for Salamandastron. Bunch o' fools. They 'ave to beh missen somethen in their head tae goo there!"
Skant stands up and nods, her jaw set firm. "Right, we set th' course for Salamandastron." Raptail taps her shoulder warily and murmurs in her ear,
"Er, Skant. I need to talk to ye about something. Without Rakox." He looks up at the northlander. Skant simply waves a paw and Rantan takes him away.
"What do ye want Rappy?" Agitation is written on her features. It is obvious that she wants to leave as soon as possible.
"Er, we don't 'ave hardly any vittles left!" Raptail exclaimed, "an' we can't pick up some 'ere. You know this area. Any food we pick up 'ere would most likely be poisoned!" He picks up a chart off Skants' desk. "It's a good seasons' sail ta Salamandastron. We can't go wi'out supplies. We'd starve!"
Skant sighs slightly, "what do ye say we do Raptail?"
The steersrat points to a spot on the map. "That goodbeast castle tha' we were gonna raid under Feddle. Its force is on'y tiny compared to ours an' it has plenty o' vittles an' water." He looks up at his captain. "Tha' would be our best bet. It's on'y two days sail away. We got enough food and water 'till then, easily."
Skant nodded, now that Raptail brought it up. She can remember Feddle talking to her about it. The castle was only a small one, and falling apart at that. It had a mixture of woodlanders in it. But mainly otters. She ground her teeth together,
'Riverdogs, how I despise them.'
She remembered what the castle was called, Streamswift. Castle Streamswift. A typically otter name. But it had a typically otter ruler. Her name was Lady Crestwave, and was a strong fighter, not that it mattered. Skant looked at Raptail, her mind was made up,
"then, let's go Raptail. Onward for Castle Streamswift."
* * * * * * Hey! I think that's the longest chappy ive written so far. Which is actually very sad when you think about it. Anyway.R+R PLEASE!!!
