Chapter 13
Sorry if there is typo's I'm not usually the one typing this up… Jemelon, (now Twitch)
"Who are you?" The boy in the cell to the west asked.
"Sir Aaron," He replied, "And who are you?"
"George." Aaron recognized the name, but he couldn't figure out where.
"As if I'd tell you," said the girl. The boat lurched to the side and Aaron clutched his stomach. Beside hi cell, George was looking extremely white. Aaron tried to think of something other than the storm going on outside, so he wouldn't be sick, but failed miserably as the boat lurched again. The girl smirked at him,
"I see you are defiantly so knightly, Sir Aaron. You suffer from sea sickness,"
Aaron tried to glare back, but found he was unable to when his mind raced back to the storm outside,
The big fellow who had run into Aaron grabbed him and George from their cells.
I am going to tie you to the mast, I'll be back for you," See, Aaron thought to himself, he does have a soft side.
As soon as they were chained to the mast, Aaron crawled up to the rail and pulled himself up so he was sitting on it. Slagor II saw this action and crept forward, only it was more of a banged forward. Aaron, in his ignorance, didn't notice. In the next second, Aaron was hoisted up by the chain and dunked in the water. He struggled, trying to pull himself up, and he did, for a second, but only to get a small breath before being thrown underwater again, this time getting an electric shock as lightening hit the water.
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Will quickly mounted Dashni and cantered down the path, listening to the "Clip clop" sound of Dashni and Tugs hoof beats on the dusty path. His mind began to wonder to Alyss...
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Alyss sat in Lady Pauline's apartment, waiting for her. Apparently she had an important mission to work on. Normally she would have been excited, but she didn't feel in the mood. Her thoughts began to wonder to Will…
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Will looked back to make sure Nightshade was following. She was, so Will urged Dashni to a gallop. He soon reached the place where he was meeting Crowley. Halt, Gilan and Alyss. He slowed the horses down, and glanced around. He saw Crowley up a tree, and Halt in a neighboring tree. He waved and the two older rangers climbed down to greet him.
"Hey there, Will! Collecting horses are we?" Crowley said
"Not exactly," Will grinned. He had a story which would probably stun them. His thoughts were interrupted by Alyss, Ailee and Gilan heading towards him. He waved, and then moved to hug Alyss.
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Aaron leapt out of the water, his muscles tingling. He spat out some salty water, and then shrieked as he fell back in.
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Slagor II dunked Aaron back in, then out, then in, then out (like some sort of evil twisted bungee jumping, designed to bring pain, not pleasure). After a few hours or fun, he yanked the shivering boy out of the water, gesturing to Foldar, and swung the boy into the air. Foldar grabbed a wooden plank and used it as a bat to hit Aaron. Aaron flew upwards and hit the deck at George's feet.
"Look George! You've got a worshipper!" Casca 'de' said. Even George seemed to want to torment him.
"Yes, so I do. He can be my priest," Aaron glared.
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After the storm passed, Aaron, George and Casca 'de' were locked back into their cells. Aaron wailed pathetically, and George moaned. Casca 'de' remained silent, her face unreadable. Slagor II and Foldar went to celebrate their very small ball came, with Aaron as the ball. They ate the biscuits sparingly, but ate heartily, finishing a total of 27 ½ bottles of wine, 31 jugs of ale, and 16 1/3 glasses of whiskey. The biscuits were soft but good, and Slagor II decided to be nice in a twisted way and give the prisoners one each.
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Aaron looked up as his cell door opened to reveal Slagor II. Foldar smirked and nearly fell from his drunkenness, and then Slagor II threw a biscuit at Aaron, hitting his forehead. The biscuit smashed and the crumbs fell to the floor.
"Eat up," Slagor II encouraged, then moved on to George. Aaron watched through the hole.
The biscuit flew to Georges head, but Georges hand blocked it. The biscuit ricocheted off his hand, and broke on the floor. Slagor II smirked and moved onto the last prisoner, Casca 'de'. He hurled the biscuit at her. Her hand flew up and snatched it out of the air. Slagor II growled in frustration, and Foldar looked almost respectful.
Until she broke it in half and sent the pieces straight at him and Slagor II.