Captain
Chapter Twelve
Resemblance
Knows the sword pretty well this one, even has a dagger and is able to fight with both simultaneously. Clever too. Once we hurt his friend he got real tough, took out one of my five men within a second. Wouldn't think it by looking at him, real short kid and has a feminine build. Still, I'd have to guess that short height of his just helps him dodge the punches the entire better.
Compared to his friend, this one looks like a genius. Before the more muscular boy stole that plate, I noticed them once coming out of the bar, they were within hearing distance. Strangest thing is, since I was watching them out the corner of my eye that they seemed to only have stolen that plate to get us following them. Just like they were trying to stop me from explaining everything to my five sailing mates. Like I said, clever too.
"Nicholas, go." I push another of my men forward that stands at his back.
Just as Nick slices with his sword at the boy's legs, he manages to jump, but also ducks his head as Nick swings a fist at the boy's skull. Exciting, this one, you wouldn't have expected him to have been that swift.
"Nat, you doing okay?" Calls the boy to the fallen one, though anger pinches his voice.
"Fine." Coughs the older boy.
"Hang in there." Whispers the boy Nicholas has just been cut by. Smart move, this boy just managed to slice some shallow cuts in Nick's legs. The cuts might not be immediately life threatening, which I can't help but think the boy did on purpose, but they are deep enough to cause Nick a lot of pain for now. So looks like Nick is down. "Come on, cowards." Growls the boy as he turns on his heel, eyeing us three left carefully.
"Cowards aye?" I smirk as I address him. "What sort of cowards are we then? We're doing this charity arrest for people we don't know. Risking our necks-,"
"The sort of cowards that injures boy's one third your age." Snaps the boy, the blade of his sword going to my throat though coming up an inch short. "The sort of cowards that attack from behind." He pauses and allows a smirk to press his lips, "and the sort of cowards that can't even manage to scratch this boy."
"That a challenge?" I ask, my smirk widening as I slap his blade away with my blade.
"An offer as well. My friend needs help, as do your men."
"How do you know my men need aid?"
"Because I am the one who inflicted their injuries. Notice exactly where I've cut your men." And so I do look and notice he's right. Three of my men are already injured, two worse off then the other. Though I don't think they'll need doctoring right away, they will need it soon. "You need men to carry them back, meaning I must leave at least two uninjured."
"So you want me as your only opponent. If you win you leave these two of my men uninjured-,"
"As long as they don't come near me or Nat."
"Trent what are you doing? I'll tell c-,"
"Shut up Nat, you'll tell no one. And if you do I'll do worse then these men ever could." Growls the boy. His friend does quiet down, except for the occasional coughing up of blood. But did he say Trent?
"Tell yah what kid. Give us what you stole and we'll let you off with a warning." Suddenly the boy doesn't seem as angry, but is still tense.
"You'll let me and Nat go? No one will follow?" He asks.
"Don't trust them, Trent."
"Save your breath!" Yells the boy at his friend then slowly turns to face me. Here I think my men and me are all taken aback. "Promise. I'll trust your word." Says the boy slowly, his emerald gaze is piercing but it's obvious he means it.
"Yeah, I promise kid." That's all he needs I guess, cause before anyone knows it he's thrown the plate at me, which I luckily catch, and leapt to his friend's side.
"Come on, get up." Grunts the boy as he wraps a smaller muscular arm around the boy's mid-section and begins helping him to his feet. However, once the taller boy, Nat, is to his feet he stares down at his friend's shirt, which is ripped down the front where the second of my injured men managed to cut the fabric.
Bandages show there, freshly nursed bandages too. So the boy, Trent, was injured all along and he still managed to beat up three of my men with nothing more then a sword and a dagger! How clever!
"What about your ribs." Whispers the more muscular boy, Nat.
"Don't got much of a choice, do I?" Retorts the smaller boy, Trent.
Nat only answers with another cough before Trent begins to move forward, helping his friend along. He bleeds from the front, looks like there's a cut real near his stomach. Whatever is wrong with the younger looking boy, Trent, he seems better off then his friend.
My men tense as they limp past, but I give them the sign to stand down, also nodding at the boys. The grown boy, Nat, scowls at me before looking away, while the smaller boy, Trent, gives me an odder expression, like he knows me. I'll admit we looks something alike, but I can't say I've ever met the lad.
One of my men turns to me, giving me an odd look too.
"Strange." He mumbles and shakes his head.
"What do yah mean?" I ask as he walks towards one of my fallen men.
"He means it's strange, how much you and that boy look alike. You sure you only missing a daughter?" Though I'm only watching out of the corner of my eye, I see the boys have stopped and the smaller looking one is tense.
"Yeah I'm sure." I say and turn to fully watch the boys now. The small one, Trent, bows his head lower and begins limping away again, hoisting his muscular friend along with him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well I finally let them meet… sort of. Sorry if I spoiled the mystery for yah, but next chapter I would have spoiled it anyway. Two or three more chapters to go… I'm not sure yet. If you want an epilogue then that's three or four more chapters to go. Thanks for all the reviews! And also thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan. I do own any of my original characters.