Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel.
AN: This one actually ties in with an assignment I had to do for English class. Two birds with one stone, eh? Alright! Aye, Matie? (…you'll get it).
I watched the body fall to the boards. Acephalous. The sound of something rolling seemed distant to my ears as I looked at what was happening. I looked at the victim, the cause, and back at the victim. The cause was the only one who 'ad the deadlights to look back at me with, though. And I'll be damned if ever I see sympathy in those eyes.
It had been a 'Black Spot,' and she 'adn't given in. Any dog worth half his weight in spit knows 'at you do as the Black Spot says or yee don't live to regret it. But poor girl, she 'ad never been a seadog to begin with, and yet I 'ad 'eard the boys just the other night, speakin' 'bout keel-haulin' her.
What were they planning on punishin' her for, ya ask? Me. The boys 'adn't liked that thought that she was mine, or more accurately, that I was hers, and I guess it was the fact that she came to see me just when they was most despisin' of her, that made 'em give her the Black Spot, 'nstead. And how was she to 'ave known? They only bothered to write a time and a place on the back a that spot. They knew she wouldn't understand what they meant with that little spot, and she didn't. She came tot'ly unprepared for what they was askin' of her.
"You'll not touch my mate n'more, lass; you'll take your leave, and I won't be seein' your face this side of the plank another time." He 'ad said to her. I knew 'e 'ad the cleanest, smoothest tongue out of all of us, but 'e also 'ad the biggest fork. Each word he said was just as friendly as the next, if you didn't know what a polite death threat sounded like. I could only stand in the shadows, 'eld back by Sugar Death and the Piano man. I just watched as she got stubborn and insolent, and as she tried to battle my blonde wit words. Thing was that he didn't want her around me, 'cause I'll be honest, he don't like people's 'ands on 'is things. And she didn't care what he wanted. If she 'ad known what the Black Spot was, maybe she wouldn't 'ave thought the matter was up fer debate.
"What a pity, what a shame. Such long, beautiful, brown hair……soaked wit blood and rolling 'long the floor."
She realized only after he 'ad poised his cutlass, what he meant by those words. She gasped, I flinched, the Piano man 'ad nothing but his blank stare, and Sugar just shook his blue bangs out of his eyes. And that was the end of that sweet-but-stubborn little dame I picked up in that English parlor.
My eyes rested on her dead body, still pouring blood from her only wound, as I found myself wit a 'and on my shoulder and his gold hair tracin' dan it. I don't know why he came over ta me, but in 'is mind he 'ad just killed fer me. I was a prize well-won, if ever it was needed for me te be 'won' by him. The shorter boys had stepped 'way from us, and I was pretty sure that I could see the Piano man with his 'and in her hair. Ad Nauseam…
"Whatda yinz doin'?"
The cap'n. The man with the accent not quite from the sea, but the man quiet 'nough so as yee don't remember he 'as it 'till you hear him roar wit anger…in which case you won't be askin' 'bout his accent.
He ruffled his black hair an' stepped the rest a the way down the stairs and inter the "low" hold. He took one look at the mess. I can only 'magine what he saw. Me 'n Blue Blood standin' like we were having a soul-ta-soul chat, and a pritty corpse litterin' the boards an' soakin' our boots. No matter what he saw, he gave his orders without missin' a beat, still in his usual gruff, mellow attitude.
"…'Tine! Put that dan! Death, you two git ter cleanin' up this mess 'fore it reeks. And yinz two," he said noddin' in the direction of my companion and me, "Git outta her'! I keep yer hands on this ship to keep yer hands on deck! Now git ter work!"
He left. We got to work. She was still dead.
But respons'bility for the dead ain't a matey's job, so it's just another dog for Blue Blood to chalk up as his victory. Life goes on 'til you die. I guess I'm jus' lucky Blue likes me.
AN: Everyone who thinks Dark was the captain, raise your hand…okay, now go back and re-read the story.
This time you won't have to learn any archaic words ('cept maybe 'acephalous'), but instead, if you want to understand this, you may have to brush up on your pirate lingo (and/or accent…).