Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Sad blow to the self-esteem but oh well.
Pairing: Same. 1x3
Author's Note: The fic continues. Wow, two chapters in two days. I'm on a roll! Go me! Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy it. Read and Review please!
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Chapter Two
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Trowa's eyes flickered open to the feel of hard wood under him. He groaned, sitting up with some difficulty. He was in a cell and judging by the circular windows, he was on a ship. There were other people in cells around him, all sleeping or beginning to wake.
A woman dressed in trousers and a shirt stood as he sat up, walking over to him. "You're awake. Good. The captain will see to it that you have work," the woman stated.
"Where-?" he stopped when the woman turned and walked down the corridor and up a narrow flight of stairs. Groaning he fell back against the wooden plank that served as
a bed. A sea breeze wafted in through the porthole caressing his hot face.
A woman awoke two cells down from him. She began to scream, grabbing the metal bars of the cell and shaking them savagely. Other prisoners woke from the noise
and began to panic as well. Trowa groaned, putting an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the noise and sights of the people from the port. His head still throbbed from the night before - was it the night before? - and the noise wasn't helping.
"Aren't you worried?" one of the prisoners demanded of him. Trowa removed his arm and looked at him.
"No. If they wanted us dead they wouldn't have captured us. They obviously want slaves so we'll be alive, at least for a while longer," Trowa answered. He returned to his previous position. Groaning as the prisoners heightened their racket. Did they have to be so damn loud?
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The captain groaned as he read the message the tawny-feathered hawk on his shoulder had brought him.
'Captain Heero:
Urgent news from the Port Silver. A pirate ship has invaded your territory, they recruited slaves and stole some of the riches of the port. The slaves range from elder to child. I believe I saw a toddler in there as well. They go by the name of the Death Bringer. They should arrive in your area in a day, if you sail north you should intercept them. Take care.
Your confident:
'Noose'
Heero growled, crushing the parchment in his fist. He turned stalking into his cabin, lightly running his fingers over the hawk's feathered head. He grabbed a piece of fresh parchment off his desk and an ink-tipped quill. Pressing the parchment against the wall he began his response to his confident. When he finished he placed the rolled up parchment in the leg-holder of the hawk and let her out through the porthole.
"Captain, what are the orders?"
Heero turned steely eyes on the woman in the doorway. "To knock before you enter is one," he snapped. She nodded curtly, black hair falling over a shoulder. "Set sail for Port Silver. We will be intercepting a ship called the "Death Bringer". Now go."
"Aye cap'ain," she said. She nodded once and backed out of the cabin, going to the deck and shouting orders.
Once she was gone Heero sank onto his bed glaring at his room. He hated ships that invaded his territory. He hated them more if they enslaved people. Pirate's were
humans, just like the people they stole from. In his opinion, it was fine to kill them, but
slavery was a completely different situation. Slavery meant constant torture, not the sweet bliss of death. Slavery meant that children never experienced anything.
He growled and picked up the book next to his bed, flinging it at the wall opposite.
It met with a sickening thud and he heard something crack. He heard the pause on deck and threw something else - the candle holder - and the work quickly picked up again. He'd destroy the "Death Bringer" and any of her crew that supported slavery...
Pairing: Same. 1x3
Author's Note: The fic continues. Wow, two chapters in two days. I'm on a roll! Go me! Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy it. Read and Review please!
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Chapter Two
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Trowa's eyes flickered open to the feel of hard wood under him. He groaned, sitting up with some difficulty. He was in a cell and judging by the circular windows, he was on a ship. There were other people in cells around him, all sleeping or beginning to wake.
A woman dressed in trousers and a shirt stood as he sat up, walking over to him. "You're awake. Good. The captain will see to it that you have work," the woman stated.
"Where-?" he stopped when the woman turned and walked down the corridor and up a narrow flight of stairs. Groaning he fell back against the wooden plank that served as
a bed. A sea breeze wafted in through the porthole caressing his hot face.
A woman awoke two cells down from him. She began to scream, grabbing the metal bars of the cell and shaking them savagely. Other prisoners woke from the noise
and began to panic as well. Trowa groaned, putting an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the noise and sights of the people from the port. His head still throbbed from the night before - was it the night before? - and the noise wasn't helping.
"Aren't you worried?" one of the prisoners demanded of him. Trowa removed his arm and looked at him.
"No. If they wanted us dead they wouldn't have captured us. They obviously want slaves so we'll be alive, at least for a while longer," Trowa answered. He returned to his previous position. Groaning as the prisoners heightened their racket. Did they have to be so damn loud?
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The captain groaned as he read the message the tawny-feathered hawk on his shoulder had brought him.
'Captain Heero:
Urgent news from the Port Silver. A pirate ship has invaded your territory, they recruited slaves and stole some of the riches of the port. The slaves range from elder to child. I believe I saw a toddler in there as well. They go by the name of the Death Bringer. They should arrive in your area in a day, if you sail north you should intercept them. Take care.
Your confident:
'Noose'
Heero growled, crushing the parchment in his fist. He turned stalking into his cabin, lightly running his fingers over the hawk's feathered head. He grabbed a piece of fresh parchment off his desk and an ink-tipped quill. Pressing the parchment against the wall he began his response to his confident. When he finished he placed the rolled up parchment in the leg-holder of the hawk and let her out through the porthole.
"Captain, what are the orders?"
Heero turned steely eyes on the woman in the doorway. "To knock before you enter is one," he snapped. She nodded curtly, black hair falling over a shoulder. "Set sail for Port Silver. We will be intercepting a ship called the "Death Bringer". Now go."
"Aye cap'ain," she said. She nodded once and backed out of the cabin, going to the deck and shouting orders.
Once she was gone Heero sank onto his bed glaring at his room. He hated ships that invaded his territory. He hated them more if they enslaved people. Pirate's were
humans, just like the people they stole from. In his opinion, it was fine to kill them, but
slavery was a completely different situation. Slavery meant constant torture, not the sweet bliss of death. Slavery meant that children never experienced anything.
He growled and picked up the book next to his bed, flinging it at the wall opposite.
It met with a sickening thud and he heard something crack. He heard the pause on deck and threw something else - the candle holder - and the work quickly picked up again. He'd destroy the "Death Bringer" and any of her crew that supported slavery...