Hey again,
Chapter …er, I mean Episode 2 is here so read it…
I don't own any new characters yet so everything is still all property of Brian Jacques… though messed up a little by us.
Enjoy…
SWEET SAMPETRA: SEASON ONEEpisode 2: The One With Barranca's Ghost
Rasconza couldn't sleep for two reasons. First of all, the thought that Sagitar could still change her mind and stay loyal to Ublaz was keeping him awake. Then there were the hammocks. For the longest time, the rebel crew had always slept in bunks located on the lower deck of the Bloodkeel but now, Grooja had come up with the phenomenon that hammocks worked better than bunkbeds.
Rasconza had been fine with this that was until the first night in which he had to sleep in one of the dreaded things. He found it nearly impossible to get into a hammock for one, and a lot worst to sleep in ine.
For the umpteenth that night, just as he was about to be enveloped in sleep he rolled to far to one side and fell headfirst from the hammock. He landed flat on his face on the floor with a loud bang!
"Shit" he grumbled, "I hate Grooja, him and his stupid hammocks." Rasconza forced himself to get up, then grabbed one side of the hammock to lift himself back on but hi s grip slipped and he ended up flat on his back.
Great. He'd just have to sleep on the ground tonight and take that add for a bunch of ship bunks off Ebay.
He probably would have lay there for the rest of the night and eventually gone to sleep if it hadn't been for Sagitar who chose this moment to knock on the window.
Rascoza hauled himself up again reluctantly and opened the window. Sagitar was sitting in a jollyboat that was floating in the water alongside the docked ship. He was surprised to see her. Wasn't she supposed to be here come morning, when she would reveal her betrayal to the Emperor Ublaz?
"Sagitar, what are you doing here?" He said, his voice still groggy from sleep.
"I couldn't stay at the jetty." She replied, "Lask was keeping his scaly eye on me like some freaky stalker and inside I'd have to deal with Ublaz." This wasn't entirely the truth. She really didn't want to stick around the Emperor's Palace for fear of feeling to guilty and backing down on her plot to betray Ublaz for Rasconza.
Rasconza looked at her. She was drenched wet, her clothes and fur soaked from head to heeled pink stilettos even though it hadn't been raining outside. It almost never rained on the isle of Sampetra.
"What happened to you?" He asked bluntly but he couldn't help but think that Sagitar looked a little hot when her fur was all wet and clung unto her like that. But he snapped this thought quickly out of his mind. No matter how much he like Sagitar, she was always mean to him and thought he was just a skinny little po boy. The only reason why she even changed to his side was because she feared Ublaz.
Or was it?
"I would have simply walked across the dock to board the Bloodkeel but it turns out this ship has an annoying tendency to drift away from the jetty even when it's moored so I had to use the only boat that was there and it turned out to have a leak." She looked completely miserable.
"And you now what the worst part of this all is?" She said. Rasconza shook his head so she continued.
"My favourite shoes are wrecked." She explained holding up her prized possession, her jean, and pink, heeled stilettos.
Rasconza rolled his eyes. That was Sagitar for you. Sometimes, she could be a total ditz and drama-queen.
"Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep," Rasconza said, "You can stay if you like." He made one final attempt to get into the hammock, this time jumping so that all his weight (which really wasn't very heavy anyway) landed on the hammock at once. This turned out to bad idea because as soon as he landed the hammock flipped right over tipping him onto the floor again very painfully.
He heard Sagitar burst into laughter at this and his face burn red under his fiery orange fur.
"Smooth, Rasconza", the chief Trident-rat vaulted over the windowsill agilely, making a graceful landing before him. She makes it look so easy, he thought to himself as he, seizing his hammock for support, got to his feet. He decided sitting on it would be a safer option, if he didn't want to dent his pride too much.
"So why come to the lair of the skinny little po boy?", the fox wondered again.
She looked up from smoothing her soggy silver fur, "I can't sleep. And it's nothing to do with Craig snoring in the next room. I keep dreaming this weird dream that I have to kill Ublaz, and he looks up at me withthose big hypnotic eyes…" She paused, staring down at the damp mouldy floor, whch had been scrubbed early that morning by a reluctant Groojaw, "What if I can't betray him?"
It wasn't a reassuring thought for Rasconza that Sagitar had dreams about Ublaz. He wished Sagitars problem had been snoring. He knew from past experiences when Barranca had been alive how to deal with that.
"Look, Sag. It's your call. I don't think that rich bastard should keep ordering you around, but that's just me.", he grinned, "And you know how much I hate Ublaz."
He realised he'd been swaying nervously in his hammock. Sagitar gripped the side of the fabric to make him stop.
Sagitar returned the smile giving him a playful punch in the shoulder, "I know the only reason you're doing this is 'cause you want me on the Rebel Crew." But she accidentally, forgetting just how light Rasconza was, made him topple backwards off the hammock.
"I'm ok.", the Rebel Crew leader muttered, wondering if she even cared if he was ok.
"These hammocks aren't that bad.", she sat down beside him.
"You don't have to sleep in one everyday.", he pointed out glumly, "You probably get to sleep on some velvet plush loofas at Ublaz's palace."
"Lighten up, Rasconza. You're the one who's captain of a crew of rebels, while I lead dumb-as-brick Trident-rats."
He looked at her incredulously, "You think Craig's dumb-as-bricks?"
"Of course not."
"He's a Trident-rat"
"Shut up!"
"Ok, ok."
"Hey…uh, Rasconza?"
"Hmmm?"
"It was nice of you, letting me stay here," She leaned in very close to him, looking up at him with huge pale blue eyes. Rasconza was confused, had Sagitar actually said that, or was he so tired he was hallucinating?
"And I think I know what'll make you like hammocks better." she flashed him a mischievous smile, then leaned the full way, catching his mouth in hers…
The door of the Captain's cabin swung open, revealing a wide-eyed Groojaw gawking at them. Rasconza pulled away from Sagitar, the feeling of the kiss still warm on his lips.
"What the hell, Groojaw!" Rasconza growled, "These are my private quarters, knock before you come in damnit!"
The hapless corsair stepped backwards, "Sorry, Cap'n." He looked apologetic, but by the next morning most of the fox's crew and some Trident-rats would already know about what happened between the Rebel Crew leader and Chief Trident-rat in the Captain's cabin.
"Well, if you're so sorry then leave." Rasconza said because Grooja was still standing there gawking at them with his mouth dangling half open.
"Uh…sorry cap'n" The corsair repeated dumbly before running out of the room as fast as he could. Rasconza rolled his eyes and turned back to Sagitar.
"Yeah, they're all a little stupid like that" Rasconza explained though he was afraid he'd ruined the moment. Sagitar was still looking at him with those big blue eyes of hers and it was making Rasconza nervous.
"Trident-rats are exactly the same." Sagitar nodded. He noticed with more embarrassment that she was still freakishly close to him, her face only inches away from his. Rasconza was about to pull back but his back was flat against the wall. He was cornered.
"Nevermind them," Rasconza said, "Now where were we?"
Sagitar leaned forward again pressing her mouth to his. Rasconza was only just starting to enjoy himself, thinking about the expression on Ublaz's face when he found out when there was a knock on the door.
Rasconza slid away from Sagitar, so annoyed that he was sure he'd beat Grooja up when he opened the door…
But when he did open it, there wasn't Grooja on the other side. Standidng there was a small, thin ferret of about thirteen, looking up a him.
Rasconza couldn't surpress a yelp of fear. It was Barranca! But how could it be? His brain kept telling him that his eyes were lying, giving him false information. He had killed Barranca himself. He'd seen his lifeless body fall to the ground, one of his own daggers protruding from the ferret's back. It couldn't be. There was only one explanation:
It was Barranca's ghost, come beack to haunt him!
To be continued…I forgot to leave a note at the end of my last chapter so read this one!
I know the whole "Now, where were we?" thing was really REALLY cheesy but you know that's me, Devil-gurl666, I have a way with repulsively cheesy dialogue, so expect more of it in later Episodes.
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