Hey, it's Kat here! This is the teaser for chapter two. Don't tell my hell-raising friend!
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Uniform of Destruction
Teaser for Chapter Two
Captain Jack Sparrow was not amused. He might be the usual drunken-self, with his normal antics that convinced others that he was insane, but today, he was seriously not amused.
Four... THINGS... had just appeared on his bridge. They hadn't even requested permission; they'd just shown up!
Where Jack came from, that was rude. Hell, THAT got you shot!
He walked forward, a task made easy with the fact that everyone had cleared a circle on the deck to accommodate the new...arrivals, dare he say it. Dirty fingers twirled at his beaded beard as he walked in the circle, eyes almost predatory in their observations.
"So," he asked. "Who are you, and why are you standing on the bridge of the Black Pearl?"
The four Keedrow just stared at the dirty little man with looks that resembled shock and partial amusement.
"He speaks English," remarked the shorter male… THING… though the black helm that covered the entirety of his head muffled his voice. With that, he removed the helm.
After the first "thing" as Jack was quickly becoming accustomed as to referring to it, took off its mask, he found himself not really as unnerved as he was before.
Try intrigued.
And a bit curious because those ears, just the way they moved and twitched...
Yes, dear readers, he wanted to touch them.
Really, Jack knew it wasn't the brightest thing in the world to do. He did it anyway.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE'S GOT MY EARS!" The thing cried. "CEFO, CIELO, HELP!"
Jack didn't pay much mind to the struggling Keedrow, nor did his companions step in to help, because the scene was rather amusing. It was just sad that the other pirates didn't feel the same.
"Sir? Perhaps you might want to let go, sir?"
But the thing whose ear he was holding on to began to make a low rumbling sound— rather like a growl, but… higher, lighter— friendlier.
He was… purring.
"You hear that?" Jack asked. "He's purring."
At this the sailors backed up even further if that action had been possible.
However, Jack paid no mind as he assaulted the rather soft ears.
"I wonder, which limb did you sell to get these fine things. Why, they're real leather!"
"So soft," he muttered.
Through the purring, the boy managed to reply, "I was born with them."
Jack laughed. "You jest, no? No one could be born with such… catlike… ears!"