This story shall continue! With or without readers but only because I
admire Miran and the oh so wonderful wonderful story Legacy.
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Cotton sat up slowly, his vision swimming in front of him. He took in his unfamiliar surroundings, his eyes fell to his side where Tom was laying, his face lit by the flickering candle. The memories of the night.... *Before, but how long before?* flooded back into Cotton's mind as he took in his friends dried leg wound. He saw something out of the corner of his eye and turned his head as Dread Morrison spit in his face through the ship's prison bars.
"I know a Cottler when I see one" he said "you look just like your father, and his before him." Cotton glared at Morrison and was rewarded with a swift kick in the ribs. He rolled on the ground in pain as Morrison continued talking. "I got to your father to late, one of my men had already shot him, you can't burn a man alive if he's already dead. Even a proximmortal man." Cotton cringed on the floor, still clutching his stomach. "Don't concern yourself. I'll see to it that you make it to isle el inmorta alive enough. And with the proper coordinates your little friend wont suffer the same fate my boatswain did."
"And what is that." Cotton spat angrily as he pulled himself to his feet.
Morrison smiled at him smugly, nonchalantly toying with a cluster of trinkets around his neck. As Cotton looked closer he saw that the one he was holding was a Human molar. He shot Tom a glance and took a few steps towards the steps "Don't try anything funny" he turned around "Or your friend will be crucified on the mast." He picked up a tooth and examined it closely "beautiful isn't it" dropping it he returned to the deck of the ship leaving Tom observing Cotton through half open eyes.
As soon as Dread Morrison was out of ear shot Tom picked his head up and hissed "You should have left me, look what mess your in now."
"Well, if I'm burned alive all Morrison's got to do is drink my ashes from the sphere, then my family will be free of the curse. How's your leg?" he said, producing a flask of rum.
"Thanks" Tom said, gratefully downing the rum "I have no knowledge 'f what you speak about, but it doesn't seem to me that Morrison sees this as a curse. We've got to do something, can't 'ave you roasted."
"Belay that talk, you heard what Morrison'll do to you. And it is a curse, I've lived it."
"A futile death at that, I'm not fond of being leverage. What is it that Morrison's after?"
"Proximmortal tesoro. To stop aging."
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Cotton sat up slowly, his vision swimming in front of him. He took in his unfamiliar surroundings, his eyes fell to his side where Tom was laying, his face lit by the flickering candle. The memories of the night.... *Before, but how long before?* flooded back into Cotton's mind as he took in his friends dried leg wound. He saw something out of the corner of his eye and turned his head as Dread Morrison spit in his face through the ship's prison bars.
"I know a Cottler when I see one" he said "you look just like your father, and his before him." Cotton glared at Morrison and was rewarded with a swift kick in the ribs. He rolled on the ground in pain as Morrison continued talking. "I got to your father to late, one of my men had already shot him, you can't burn a man alive if he's already dead. Even a proximmortal man." Cotton cringed on the floor, still clutching his stomach. "Don't concern yourself. I'll see to it that you make it to isle el inmorta alive enough. And with the proper coordinates your little friend wont suffer the same fate my boatswain did."
"And what is that." Cotton spat angrily as he pulled himself to his feet.
Morrison smiled at him smugly, nonchalantly toying with a cluster of trinkets around his neck. As Cotton looked closer he saw that the one he was holding was a Human molar. He shot Tom a glance and took a few steps towards the steps "Don't try anything funny" he turned around "Or your friend will be crucified on the mast." He picked up a tooth and examined it closely "beautiful isn't it" dropping it he returned to the deck of the ship leaving Tom observing Cotton through half open eyes.
As soon as Dread Morrison was out of ear shot Tom picked his head up and hissed "You should have left me, look what mess your in now."
"Well, if I'm burned alive all Morrison's got to do is drink my ashes from the sphere, then my family will be free of the curse. How's your leg?" he said, producing a flask of rum.
"Thanks" Tom said, gratefully downing the rum "I have no knowledge 'f what you speak about, but it doesn't seem to me that Morrison sees this as a curse. We've got to do something, can't 'ave you roasted."
"Belay that talk, you heard what Morrison'll do to you. And it is a curse, I've lived it."
"A futile death at that, I'm not fond of being leverage. What is it that Morrison's after?"
"Proximmortal tesoro. To stop aging."
