2 Blazac the Malicious & Son
Some ways away from our hare crew three black ships cut the waves. The fleet consisted of a fast two mast ship called the Scabserpent and two bigger three mast ships Deadrat and Redsaber flanking the smaller ship. The ships moved at a good pace even though there was no wind. The answer was the many oars sticking out the sides of the boat moving in one smooth motion. "Heee-ho! Heee-ho! Heee-ho!" The vermin inside rowing had been at it for days. The fatigue was running high, but still they pressed on, scared of what would happen to them if they failed.
In the Scabserpent a young weasel slipped and fell to the floor, groaning he tried to get back in to row, but being so weak he couldn't. A burly rat picked up the weasel by the scruff of it's neck. "So weasel quitting already! I think a meeting with the Cap'n is right!" The weasel whimpered weakly. "P-please no! I-I'll r-row!" The rat spat on the weasel. "Oh no! So you want to row? But wouldn't a good visit with our captain be nicer?"
The rat cackled as he dragged the weasel up to the stairs to the upper deck. The deck was quiet, only the captain was there. Even though the rat was big he still was scared of his mysterious captain. Horrible stories of how he dealt with prisoners, run a ways, and his victims made him shiver. A icy cold voice cut the air. "Stop shaking you idiot Grop and bring me the weasel!" The rats eyes widened in fear. How had the captain known it was him and how did he know of the weasel, he hadn't turned once?
The rat carefully came to the captain. Grop got on one knee and bowed his head. "Sir Blazac, I have brought your son…" The rat got cut off by his captain. "I can see Grop, now leave me." Grop left hastily and left the young weasel and his father there. "Uyaz, let me tell you if it weren't for your mother you would be dead. I promised her never to harm you, but you are so weak you deserve to die."
Uyaz cringed at his fathers words even though he wasn't yelling. "Look at you cringing there like a mouse in a hole. Get out of my sight!" Uyaz leapt up and ran, ran till he reached his normal haunts. The places that his evil father didn't know about, where he couldn't be chastised, and beaten for just being alive. Uyaz mind dwelled on his wicked father till he fell asleep out of pure fatigue, and sadness.
All was the same, no wind, no breeze, then the wind picked up. The captain was happy, his vermin crew where also happy because they were not rowing anymore, but soon that ended for the captain quickly made them set up the ship to take the wind. Finally that was done and the crew went off to other chores despite there hurts from the rowing.
The captain was lounging in his quarters when a knock came at the door. "C'mon and be snappy or I'll snap you!" And stunted ferret slipped into the door and ran to the captain "Cap'n er um report from the lookout." Blazac growled. " Well spit it out stubby!" The ferret cringed, and spat out the words as fast as he could. "N - nastystormheadedstraightatus!" Blazac tried to remain calm. "Ferret! If you can't speak normal then maybe you shouldn't speak at ALL!" The ferret looked down at a long knife which seemed to be growing out of his chest before collapsing into a heap on the floor. The captain picked up the dead ferret and strode out. Out side the crew all stopped in mid motion at the sight of the captain carrying the ferret. "Who sent this blithering fool to report on something?!" He yelled wildly, the crew all shook visibly. "Well? Speak up?" A old rat with a missing leg stumped forward. "I sent em' Cap'n! I'm the lookout, and it seems you didn't let him tell you what's happening it seems with that knife protruding from his chest!" Balzac's rapier seemed to materialize into his hand. "What? Are you telling me what I did old one? Or are you going to tell me differently? You had better watch your trap or you'll join the ferret!"
He turned to the rest.
"Well what's up? Your not holding out on your captain now?" The crew shook their heads. "Well tell me then!" The crew started pushing and shoving. None of them wanted to tell the captain the news with him in this mood, that old one was lucky to be standing. "Er it's a storm" The captain laughed. "A storm? You are just a bunch of ninnies" Another voice piped up. "It's a bad one by the lightning and stuff!" Blazac turned to the dark cloud. "A storm scaring a crew of sea vermin! Oh my it seems you all are losing your touch! Well you babes are in need of a bath so when the storm comes I'll throw you all one at a time into the sea so you can remember how kind your Cap'n is!" The crew nodded their heads. "Now get going and set the ships for the storm, then get a nice coil of rope, put a loop at one end and tie it near the plank ya hear! Now do it! Harharhar!"
Blazac grinned madly as his crew followed orders. He then looked up at the approaching black cloud. "We'll ride this one, or I ain't Blazac the Malicious!" He cackled evily then turned to a cringing rat near him. "You there! Go get my son, and if you fail then I'll skin ya and, throw ya to the sharks!" The captain cackled again as the first drops of rain hit his head.
Uyaz was dreaming of a far off place, a beautiful place were his father could never reach, but his dream turned into a nightmare. In it he got into a tiny boat with no oars though it started moving suddenly. Uyaz just sat in it as he went far out onto the ocean. A dark cloud moved over him, and semi darkness came over him, a tingling sensation was felt on his back so he turned slowly till he faced a crouched figure cloaked in a blood red robe, a scarred paw with long claws crept out of the folds of the robe .
It inched towards him little by little till it had him in it's grip. Uyaz tried to fight but his own hands wouldn't obey, the hand started shaking him soft at first then harder. Uyaz yelled out, and came awake to find a rat shaking him. "C'mon the Cap'n be wanting you. Uyaz stared at the rat till it grabbed him roughly and pulled him up. "Get up you slob!" The rat yelled then motioned Uyaz to follow. As Uyaz followed the rat he noticed a dull pounding noise was coming from overhead and that little drops of water were coming from between the boards despite the tar.
"Is it raining?" The rat nodded. "Yep, but not just raining. It's like the whole sea is trying to engulf us!" The ship rocked violently as the rat said this. Uyaz now noticed the far more aggressive rocking of the ship, he guessed he hadn't noticed before because the ship rocked all the time. They finally came to the door to the upper deck, rain pouring through the cracks of it. "Get ready! On my go, now!"
The rat pushed the door open, and a deluge of water poured on them. Uyaz struggled up the now slippery steps, and onto the deck . Just then a giant wave hit the ship, making Uyaz and the rat fall off there feet, and be slid along the deck till they hit a side rail, the rat gripping onto the wood with his claws pulled Uyaz, and led him up the to the helm, where Uyaz's father was.
"So there you are!" Blazac turned to the rat. "God job rat, now get down there and help those other vermin before I skin ya!" The captain grinned as the rat slipped, and fell trying to get away. "Now Uyaz! Maybe now's the chance to prove yourself with this storm. If you survive I may actually start calling you son! Wouldn't that be good? Uyaz? Uyaz!?"
But Uyaz wasn't listening, he was watching a humongous wave hit the Redsaber on the right of the Scabserpent. A great chunk had been taken out of the ship, and already it had started to capsize and sink, but not without a goodbye gift. Blazac turned to where his son was watching, and stepped back in horror, the capsized ships bow was coming down upon his own ship, right were he was standing! Uyaz took this opportunity to run for the edge of the boat.
Taking a running leap he just escaped the bow hitting his ship, as he hit the water showers of wood from the crash flew at him. Grabbing a piece, he pulled up on it with difficulty then watched his fathers damaged ship sink, then a piece of flotsam hit him on the head sending him into a deep sleep, with only luck to keep him from sliding off into the great sea. A current came and carried the little weasel away from the storm and wrecked ships leaving him to dream of a far off land where his father will never come.