(Mmkay. Update. . And, yup, Clanker's a meanie/bad guy in this fic. XD Onwards!)
When dawn broke, I summoned Clanker to my cabin. It was time to inform him of his second duty.
"Now," I said, leaning back in the chair I was sitting in. "Are ye ready to receive your second order?"
Clanker didn't say anything; he simply looked at me and nodded.
"I think you're going to enjoy what I have in store for you." Leaning forward again, I placed a hand on his shoulder, and lowered my voice. "It's also a chance for you to regain my full trust- and maybe even your former position."
I saw how his eyes lit up at those words, a faint smile flickering over his face. "Anything you require, Captain, I'll do it."
"Ah, good." I removed the hand and sat back. I knew that the promise of redemption would ensnare him.
About twenty years ago, he had been on of the closest to me, one of the highest ranks in the crew, second only to Maccus. But then, when he was on duty calling the Kraken, he had messed up terribly. He somehow broke the turning wheel, and made it stick.
In my anger, I had whipped him, and stripped him of his position.
"What you are going to be doing is whatever I ask of you. You see, the second order is in fact a series of orders."
Clanker chuckled lowly. "So the fun will last even longer."
I smiled. "Indeed, it will. So, after you leave me, I want you to inform young Mr. Turner that he is to dispose of his father's body."
"And how is he to dispose of it?"
"I want him to remove the limbs, and then throw it over… piece by bloody piece."
A sickening smile crept across Clanker's features. "As you wish, Captain."
Standing up, he tipped his hat to me, winked, and went to do my bidding.
(I'm putting this in bold since some ignorant people seem to be having a hard time finding this. I just wnated to let you know that Will will NOT be descrating his father's body. Bootstrap will be buried as best as Will can... trust me! ;) Also, I am semi-considering a happy ending. )