Okay, guys. Finally, the last chapter. Gee, it's been a long way, hasn't it? Wow. It's not until know that I finally look back at all I've written. .
Anyway, enjoy guys.
Chapter 32: Requiem
The afternoon bell echoed throughout the church and sounded out into the city. Father Demetrius murmured a soft prayer while he paced around the body of the dead Falcon. The fighter has finally been laid to rest, he hoped. Tsau was always one who never questioned himself until his friends showed up. The padre knew that Tsau was a good person in truth. A surprising amount of visitors came in today to pay their respects to the last of his group, even after hearing the stunning news of the massacre at the Gilded Fountain. Nevertheless, the father was going to cremate the body soon.
Before the doors closed, however, someone stepped in to see Tsau; a somewhat tall, slick, and slightly brooding man in a British navy uniform. He removed his hat and set it aside on the seating area inside the church. Augustus Blackwell spoke in prayer for a moment before heading over to see the deceased Tsau. Running a hand across the fine wood the Falcon rested on, the former governor reflected on the moments in the past.
"You were a fine specimen," Blackwell stated. "A strong, cunning, and wise warrior fit for a tale that can last an eternity. Yes, Tsau, you were the best that we have ever seen. But, I come to question myself…why have you fallen? All of the arrows have pointed towards your inevitable success. You should see what we have, Tsau. We have everything that would last us and open a new world. We know everything, we see everything."
Blackwell, in a state of disappointment and light sorrow, sighed for a moment. "Everything, Tsau, that you have heard about the past; Greek myths, Templar treasures, Persian folklore…even alien technology that has rested within this very earth since we learned to walk upright...it is all so very real. If only you had lasted, we might have shown it to you. With all of these aspects in our grasp, The Executives can plan the world's future accordingly. The future is bright, but there will be no God. There will only be man.
"But there is something I never disclosed to you. It never mattered if you lived or not. So long as we have your information, we can generate as much war in your name as we can. You were the perfect experiment, Tsau. Our monitoring of you since birth has shown us so much about the psychology of an assassin such as you. How so, then, did a vastly superior specimen like Nesirus lose? This has us questioning, my friend. If we cannot find your stability, where must we search? My successors are impatient. No good will come of your death. Wars will break out; the future: clouded. The Executives themselves find that their search for the answer is troubling, growing and becoming corrupt."
The man took another pause. "No matter on corruption, though. We shall find a greater refuge in America, after our British counterparts have established themselves. Just heed my words: the next decade or two will not be pleasant. In fact, those time periods won't exist. The Executives will pull everything in their possession. We will create newer weapons, newer technologies not meant to be shown in this day and age. And do you know what we will do? We will put those weapons out on the battlefield and generate decades of war, not only for the ultimate cleansing for the new world, but for finance, as well. Your friends, the pirates, and everyone you have ever known will suffer the cleansing of this earth at the hands of the Executives. And the best part is that we can pass off those decades as the famous Revolutionary War, and make heroes out of crackpot old fools who are under the strings of our power.
"Do not misunderstand us, though, Tsau," Blackwell said contrarily. "The Executives only wish the best for the future. God is kind. He gives us the opportunity to settle our own problems. We will create a good, stable, and controlled future for human beings. Perhaps we will steadily increase new technology once the people are ready."
Before he left, he stopped to say one more thing. "Oh, and I am quite surprised that you remembered something. When you last spoke to your friend, you said, 'Nothing is absolute; everything is plausible,' it seemed that you were recalling your own Order's heritage. I am impressed that the quote has been passed on for this long. But I digress…"
He concluded his words and prepared to leave the church. "Nevertheless, Tsau, it is much unexpected that you must leave us. My superiors and peers are quite suspicious, and I shall deliver this final account that you are truly deceased. This moment here confirms so. We will attempt to place your soul in another lifetime. I only hope that I am dead before I meet your future equivalent. Farewell, Tsau."
And with those final words, Augustus Blackwell put on his hat and prepared to leave the church, bitterly anticipating the years to come, which he would describe as 'a blank hole of carnage'. Blackwell stared at Tsau for one last moment, and turned around.
He took a few steps but felt a growing danger multiplying into impossible degrees of presence. From behind, he suddenly heard a sliding noise along with the subtle ring of metal that sent a burning chill down his spine. Blackwell was just about to turn around.
The wristblade sprung out, and it was already too late.
Ah. I hope you enjoyed the story. I am planning another Pirates project very soon, guys, so you should stay tuned if you want to know. Possibly a sequel to this one, because I've already brainstormed and formulated what is going to happen. (You might even be able to speculate, too!)
And here's the last part that I must address. If you have any burning questions, gripes, comments, or compliments, then please review or message me. I'm sure I'll be back to this story one day to revise some chapters and fix some plotholes that I might have overlooked. Thanks for reading and keeping up with the story, people, and hope you enjoyed it. It's really been a great experience. Until next time.