Fighting Back
Chapter Two: Peter's Reason
Blitz darted from the pool area as soon as the weapons were gathered by the passengers. He began heading below toward the storage room. These pirates had to be after something valuable. Maybe even whatever was in those crates that Ferriman had brought aboard. At that thought, Blitz halted himself.
"Ferriman. I know that name. But from where? It sounds so familiar…" Blitz thought aloud. "SHIT!" He shouted as the memory came rushing back to him. It had been but a week before he'd glanced at the wanted poster inside the 'Fisherman's Haven', a pub at the Elysian port of Fiddler's Green. "Jack Ferriman, I knew something was off about him! He's the one they have a bounty of a million gold pieces for!" He shouted to himself, realizing his memory's ineptitude.
Blitz once again bolted for the storage room, knowing time was of the essence. He knew who Ferriman was, a Soul Collector, a high-ranking one at that, probably even overdue for a promotion. "Damn Soul Collectors, they always make it hard for us Ferriers. Though now I know the real reason why Peter put me on this ship." Blitz growled out as he ran, Stg-44 in-hand. As Blitz neared the storage room he heard an explosion, & seconds later submachine gun fire came from the storage room, followed by one shot from a pistol. He made it to the corridor the storage room was on & heard Ferriman's voice as he grabbed his Colt .45 automatic.
"My, my, Francesca, don't we have a mean streak?" Jack said with a chuckle
"Jack?" Francesca questioned as she turned to face him & threw the gun down.
"It's me." Jack replied, walking down the set of steps & into the light of the room.
"Everything's been done, just as you said Jack. The gold is ours."
"You're right…" Jack said as he walked closer to her. "Just one thing though." He continued as he embraced her, they kissed, & then he let her go & stepped back.
"What?" Francesca asked confused as Jack stepped back.
"The gold's mine." He smirked & snapped his fingers. A small metallic screech came from above & to the right. Francesca looked to see what it was, her eyes wide as the hook came swinging toward her, no time for her to move out of its path. Then came a gunshot, & the sound of a defected bullet. Francesca turned & moved out of the hooks return path as hook passed in front of her. Then she & Jack both laid eyes on Francesca's savior. There stood Blitz, Stg-44 slung over his shoulder, Scimitar Cutlass at his hip, & Colt .45 automatic smoking in-hand.
"Who are you?" Was the chorused question, affectionately from Francesca, & acidly from Jack
"The name's Captain Blitz Von Krieg, Soul Ferrier, at your service madam. As for you on the other hand Ferriman, you can kiss my ass." Blitz smirked.
Yeah, I know it's short, but it was necessary. If you're wondering what's meant by Jack being a "Soul Collector" & Blitz being a "Soul Ferrier", the next two chapters will explain it some, & if you want to have a better understanding than what the story will tell of what I mean, right now, (or sooner anyway) send me a message and/or give a review & I may put up a fifth "chapter" to explain or send you a message if I don't get enough people wanting to know. Though I do plan on writing a sequel to this if anyone cares, & it will explain everything fully.
-Field Marshal Blitz Von Krieg, 88th Corsairs Commanding Officer
"No Quarter! No Peace!"