Here's episode three…
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SWEET SAMPETRA: SEASON ONEEpisode 3: The One With The Hot Corsair Chick
The news of what happened in the Captain's Cabin spread like a chain letter through Sampetra. Already by the next morning, which turned out being humid and scorching like every other day on the tropical isle, Ublaz heard the strange and heavily twisted tale from his newly installed secretary, Romsca.
"Groojaw said they were doing it in one of those hammocks he got off ebay," the former pirate captain informed him as she sat at her desk looking every inch the rich guy's secretary. At least she wasn't filing her nails, "according to him they weren't just making out", then seeing the look on the emperor's face she added, "but you know how Groojaw tells rumours."
But Ublaz wasn't the least bit reassured. He knew Sagitar too well to be reassured. So why had he employed an unpredictably reckless female like her? Merely because she had out fought every other Trident-rat, till she was second only to Lask Frildur. Nobody messed with the Monitor General.
"Have you seen her lately?", he asked, but he knew what the answer would be.
"Sagitar?", Romsca crossed her arms over her narrow chest in denial, "No".
He knew that the former corsair didn't like Sagitar very much. In her opinion she was just a smart-ass trident-wielding slut.
Ublaz got up from the chair he'd been sitting in, facing his secretary. He could have hypnotized her to see if she was lying, but she wasn't worth it.
"Thanks for the information," He fixed her with his strange eyes, "But I've got a Trident-rat to find."
Ublaz had a good idea where he'd find Sagitar. She could often be seen standing on the jetty, avoiding Lask Frildur. He smiled to himself. It seemed that Lask fancied her… but she was scared to death of him.
Spotting his quarry, he crept forward, his footpaws making not a sound on the usually creaky wooden dock. He liked to sneak up on her, not to scare her, (that was what happened most of the time) but to give himself that cool, freaky commanding air.
"Hello, Sagitar.", he said softly over her shoulder when he was close enough.
She whirled around. But the young emperor found that it wasn't his chief Trident-rat he'd snuck up on.
She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen (and that was something to say, because Ublaz, with his cash and abs, had gone out with more girls then most). Her bright emerald eyes were piercing against the silky midnight-black of her fur. It was obvious by the ragged open necked tunic she wore and her numerous body piercings (one he noticed in her exposed belly-button), that she was a corsair.
Most guys might have been tongue-tied, but not him. Ublaz was always cool, dangerous and under control. Never at a loss for words.
"Oh, you're not who I was looking for…", he said, then turned away, pretending to be uninterested. It got the desired effect.
"Wait.", the black rat replied, she spoke with a slight exotic accent that suggested she was Latino, "Are you the emperor Ublaz I've heard so much about?"
He paused. If she'd heard about him from the rebels, then that wouldn't be good news… Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he answered boldly:
"That I am. Why?" He started but at that moment he felt her slap him hard across the face.
Ublaz was shocked. He usually had a snappy or witty comeback at anything that anyone said or did but no one had ever slapped him before, especially a girl, and he was at a complete loss for words.
"What was that for?" He managed to say, still clutching his cheek, which was probably red under his fur.
She glared at him coldly.
"I've heard a lot of terrible things about you, Emperor," She said in that light, Spanish voice "Rasconza says you are nothing more than a corsair like the rest of us, who lied and cheated to become so rich and powerful. I believe the Rebel Leader."
Oh no, Ublaz thought, she's in league with the fox. This wasn't good.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.
"Now heed my words, emperor.", she leaned in close to him, her tone dangerous, "Rasconza will put an end to your tyranny. I'll make sure of it."
With that she turned on her heel and strutted down the jetty away from him. Craig swooped in beside Ublaz.
"Gorgeous, isn't she?", the Trident-rat dreamily watched the black rat go, " I heard they call her Rinj."
"Rinj, eh?", Ublaz mused.
No clever female pushed emperor Ublaz around. Sooner or later he'd have that hot corsair chick for himself, he decided. He'd like to see the look on Rasconza's face when he heard a rumour about that. Yes, if what Romsca had said was true, he'd have his revenge on that skinny little po boy… he'd make sure of it.
"Are you sure he hasn't come back to haunt me?", Sagitar asked.
At the moment, her and Rasconza were crouched behind a few barrels of seaweed grog, on Bloodkeel's bottom deck, spying on the supposed "ghost of Barranca" who was talking to Groojaw who didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with talking to a dead guy. Then again, you had to remember Groojaw wasn't exactly very bright.
"Remember, I was the one who killed him.", the fox eyed Groojaw suspiciously, "That traitor, he probably knew Barranca was alive all along."
And Sagitar had thought Groojaw was just dumb. Goes to show just how smart I am, she thought to herself.
She sighed. She didn't want to think about what had happened last night. Had she actually kissed that skinny rebel? Yup, and thanks to Mr. "Traitor", probably most of Sampetra knew about it! It was too much for one under-paid Chief Trident-rat to bear. So it was best to pretend it never happened. Sagitar was quite skilled in the delicate art of lying, so "Me kiss him!", not to mention widening her eyes incredulously should do the trick.
"Wait, they're going somewhere…", she whispered, as Conva's kid brother and Groojaw made there way out the door, closing it firmly.
They waited a moment, then the Rebel Leader and Trident-rat crept forward. Sagitar closed a hand around the doorknob, and explained to the fox her plan, like it was a military tactic.
"Ok. When we get out keep close to the walls, and press yourself flat if either of them look bac…"
She stopped, for the door handle would not turn. She tried in the other direction, but to no success. A horrible realisation dawned on her.
Barranca had locked them in, they were trapped!