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'Why would I have a freaking sword!' Orca stared down at Thomas with cold eyes.

'Oh…' Thomas said. 'Well, it's just, everyone seems to think you have one…'

'Well, I don't.' Orca said bluntly. 'Get out.'

Thomas sighed, hung his head, and left the building. He had decided to run away from Outset, now that he was known as a criminal. He needed a weapon, though. He asked everyone on the island if they knew where to find a sword, and everyone said that Orca had one. Thomas sighed. I guess I have to stay here. He thought.

Suddenly, a winged sword zipped through the air and buried itself in the sand at Thomas' feet. Thomas stared up, and saw the old man waving at him from his balcony. He turned his gaze back to the sword, and reached out for it.

I cant reach it! He panicked and took a step closer. He then grabbed the sword and held it above his head for all to see. Suddenly, a strange melody could be heard above all else. Thomas looked at his new sword in disbelief, and tried it again. Yep, the sound played again. He whipped out his guitar tuner and identified the notes as E, F, F#, and G.
Knowing the notes is bound to help me some time or another. He thought to himself. He threw his sword over his shoulder, and felt lucky for the two facts that the sword was magnetic and that two years ago he had a metal spine implant.

Out of nowhere, a small plump kid came running straight for Thomas. He jumped out of the way, but the kid swiftly changed directions and ran for him again. But this time, something was coming out of his nose…

Sick! Thomas thought.

The chase continued for some time, until Thomas was backed up against Orca's house. The kid saw his chance, and grinned evilly. Thomas had no other choice but to climb the ladder. The little boy was left jumping and clawing at the building. Thomas stuck out his tongue and the kid bared his teeth.

'Hello Thomas!' The bald man was still sitting on his patio, reading what appeared to be a phone book.

'Oh…um, hello, sir.' Thomas stammered.

'That's quite a nice outfit.' The man said.

'Why are you reading the phone book?' Thomas asked.

The man jumped at this remark. 'What phone book…' he shut the book and sat on top of it.

Thomas gasped. 'Did you steal that phone book?'

The man's face turned beet red. 'No!' He stood up and ran inside his house.

Thomas shook his head in disbelief. Some people's kids.

He turned to go back down the ladder, and suddenly the snot-nosed kid came running from no where again.

Oh great.

As if on cue, the sword's wings started flapping, and carried Thomas to the safety of his roof.

'Thank you for boarding.' A voice said.

'What?' Thomas asked. But, there was no reply.

Thomas shrugged, and jumped off the roof. As he had expected, his winged sword saved him from crashing to his death.

'That way!' He commanded his wings and pointed out to the ocean.

His wings obeyed, and soon, he could only make out shapes of the houses on outset. Oh no! He thought. I forgot to say bye to grandma and Aryll!

He turned around, and there it was. A white dot was barely visible on the veranda of Thomas' house. 'Grandma!' He said. He waved with both arms but grandma just went back into the house.

Just then, a loud gong noise was ringing in Thomas' ears. He looked down, and realized he was flying over a large ship. There were people running to and fro, and an especially little one frantically cleaning the deck.

'SWEEP! SWEEP!' Another person was yelling.

Thomas shook his head. It was obvious it was a mop, not a broom. He looked up, but it was too late. Thomas flew head on into the mast of the ship. Down he fell, hitting various ropes and poles on his way.

'Ohhh…' He groaned and rubbed his side.

The people gathered around him, scratching their heads. One of them kicked Thomas' leg. 'Is it alive?'

Thomas blinked.

'No.' A big burly guy said. 'It looks dead.'

Thomas sat up. 'Who are you?' He asked as he rubbed his side some more.

'I believe it makes more sense for us to know who you are. I mean, you are on our boat.' A surprisingly young girl cocked her head to the side.

'Yah,' Thomas said and pointed at her. 'But I asked you first.'

'We're pirates.' The girl said and blew a strand of yellow hair out of her face.

'I'm Thomas. And this is my winged sword.' He pulled the sword off of his back.

The pirates gasped and looked away. One of the sword's wings was broken! Thomas began to cry. He had gotten very attached to the sword over the short period that they knew eachother.

'Can you fix it?' He sobbed.

'Well that depends.' One of the pirates pondered. 'Does it have a name?'

'No…' Thomas wiped away his tears.

'Damnit!' The pirate said. 'Well, we can't do much if he doesn't have a name.'

'Umm…okay.' Thomas said. 'Any ideas?'

The pirates looked around. And shrugged. Then, one of them shouted. 'BEACH!' as he pointed to the ocean.

'That's a stupid name.' Another one said.

They sat in silence for a while, when finally the girl pirate spoke up. 'Monty!'

'Good idea!' They said in unison.

So it was settled. The winged sword was from now on, Monty.

'Can you please fix his wing?' Thomas begged.

They gasped again.

'What?' Thomas asked. 'What's wrong!'

'Its quite clear that you have a female sword.' One of glared at Thomas.

'Oh.' Thomas stared at his sword. 'Okay, can you fix her wing?'

'Yes.' The blonde pirate said. She picked up Monty the winged sword and carried her across the deck. 'I'll only be a minute.' She said, and disappeared into a door.

Thomas sighed and sat with his back against the mast. 'Boy,' He said. 'I sure hope she's okay.'

'Don't worry.' A pirate assured him. 'Ms. Tetra deals with wings all the time.'

'No she doesn't.' Another pirate piped up.

Just then, Tetra came back out with Monty in her arms.

The rest of the group stood up eagerly.

'Well?' Thomas said.

'After a careful examination, the problem became clear.' Tetra explained. 'Monty has a broken wing.'

They gasped.

'But how?' Thomas asked.

'It probably happened when you hit the mast.' A pirate said thoughtfully.

They all nodded in agreement.

'But!' Tetra silenced them. 'There is only one way to fix a wing like this. We must sail to the forsaken fortress and throw it at the wall! Along with her owner, of course.'

'Why do I have to go too?' Thomas whimpered.

'Would you like to be thrown against a wall alone?' Tetra snapped.

Murmurs of agreement came from the pirates.

Thomas said nothing.

'Well, it will take a bit of time to get there, so why don't you go to sleep while we wait.' Tetra suggested. 'You!' She pointed to one of the pirates.

'Yes?' He walked up to her.

'Show him his room' She commanded.

The pirate obeyed, and led Thomas to a comfy hammock deep within the ship.

Thomas sat on his bed and looked around the room. It was similar to a cardboard box. He shrugged, and laid down on his hammock.