Okay, here we are. I thought it was time for a change of scenery. Anyhow, I don't own Redwall.
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The camp of Boris had been very successful. They had found many vermin bands lurking in the woods, and had accumulated over nine hundred extra soldiers to their two score and a half. The army of marauders sat about the expansive territory, eating, sleeping, and gambling. Wymheist, Boris's trusty new officer was watching the vermin for the slightest stirring of rebellion. He had appointed several of his own minions to help him out. The vermin soldiers called these keepers of the peace' several colorful derogatory terms. Those who were caught red handed were punished severely.

Catclaw and Burnnose sat around their own fire, chewing on fruit that Catclaw had managed to find. The weasel commented dryly to his rat companion. Wonder wot ole Boris is up to. Burnnose spat a apple seed into the flames. Most likely scopin' things out while eatin' the best vittles. Catclaw nodded agreement. A burly stoat named Zite joined them. He apparently had been eavesdropping. Aye. I knows e is. I saw him when I wuz lookin' fer food. He was sittin' on the wall top, drinking' from a mug, an' talking to hisself. Something about wine. Burnnose began to complain. Why should e get all the best vittles while we're left grubbing around for fruit? It's not fair! Zite agreed with him, and even voiced an insult. Yah, that bilge wallower, It's not right! Catclaw disagreed, but didn't say anything. Instead, he left them to their ranting and scooted away to a different fire. He had glanced at Wymheist and noticed that the grizzly rat had been watching them.

Wymheist stood up decisively, and walked over two the pair of would-be rebels. He was getting very bored, and wanted to fight. Wymheist was cruel by nature, and enjoyed killing things. So, getting ready to rebel or summat, eh? He drew his dagger and prodded Burnnose in the belly. Well, If'n I hear youse two complain' about wot Boris is doin', I'll kill yer both! In truth, Wymheist couldn't care less for his captain, but Boris had never lead them astray but once, when they lost Dire Eclipse. If Boris had a plan to take an Abbey that large, then Wymheist would obey.

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Boris was ready to take his leave of the Abbey. The cheery manner of the wood landers was driving him spare, and Not only that, the otter leader had almost caught him red handed with his evil plot. It was too risky to stay, even though Boris had charted only half of the Abbey. The mouse Daniel also was risky to be near. The crafty weasel sat staring at his small cot and grabbed his coat and hat. He needed to find his weapons, but had no idea where they were being held. If he asked, then the Abbey dwellers might figure him out. They were not fools to be taken lightly. If Boris had to leave his weapons, then so be it. With a few quick decisions, the corsair captain shot out of the Dormitories and ran across the grounds to the east wicker gate. He had just unlatched the two locks when three shadows fell across him. Where do you think you're off to? Asked Skipper. The otter was accompanied by Sylvia the badger. Boris was rendered speechless. How did they know where he was, and snuck up on him so easily. I..Was going for a walk... He muttered sulkily. Oh. In that case, we'll come with you. Daniel said, an ash staff in his paws. Boris eyed the weapon warily. What's that for? Oh, there are pirates and vermin abroad in Mossflower. This is for protection. Boris mentally cursed. If he tried to go back to the camp, then the three wood landers would slay him immediately. Boris looked around furtively, then pointed and shouted suddenly. Look, a pirate is scaling the west wall! As the three companions turned, Boris dashed off into the woods. Skipper whipped round and grabbed a javelin on his back. I'll get him.. He growled, and reared back to throw at the retreating figure.
So, what do you think? I won't be able to update for a while, so just hang on a bit. Next chapter will be long, I promise! -kickoutthejams
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