(Sorry it took so long to update- I've been WICKED busy with school…. . )
Chapter 9
Hearing a knock upon my cabin door, I looked up, irritated.
"Clanker," I said, my annoyance clear in my voice. "What do ye want?"
"I think ye'd better come on deck, Cap'n."
"An' what is it that so desperately requires my attention?"
"It's the boy."
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(END OF CHAPTER! Haha, kidding. XD Aren't I just hilarious? I'm also sugar high… Anyhoo, story.)
Will stood there, his chin held high in insolence. "I won't do it. Even if I would do it, it doesn't matter now. I've already buried my father with as much respect as possible."
Ah, so the defiance was back.
"An' when did you have time for that, boy?"
"Right after he told me how you would have me desecrate my father. Right after he let me out of the brig." Will gestured to Clanker.
"Fool!" I roared, turning to Clanker. "Were ye not watching him?"
Clanker shrugged. "Cap'n, ye told me to get you if there was trouble, so-"
"Silence!" I turned back to the boy. "Is there any reason I shouldn't have ye whipped?"
"Actually, I do have a reason- because there is one thing that I will do." Will's voice was calm, and I saw his hand tighten over something, gripping it.
"And what would that be?"
"This." I saw him yank out what he had been gripping- a knife, his father's knife. The blade glittered in the air as he leapt toward me.
The crew had jumped to grab him, and he somehow managed to evade their grasping hands, still clutching the knife.
I had drawn my broadsword, but for some reason William managed to get the knife under my guard.
I felt the cold metal slice into my beard, and pain flashed through me as I saw one of the living tentacles fall to the deck. It writhed, then finally fell still.
By that time, the crew had recovered from their shock, and had grabbed Will. Jimmylegs snatched the knife from him, and handed it to me.
Sheathing my broadsword, I examined the blood- my blood- on the knife.
Walking over to the boy, I drew the blade slowly across his throat, deep enough to hurt, but shallow enough to let him live.
I saw him shudder in fear and pain as I finished drawing the thin, bloody line.
"Where did ye think that little stunt would get you, boy? Throw him back in the brig!"
(Oooh, cliffie! What are you gonna do now? XD)