MerlinMorgana1597: yes, very true... and he has two horses because they brought a few extras for the sorcerers (A.k.a Merlin)
QueenYoda: Thank you! :D And by the way, I love your name, *Grins*
Merlin weaved through the masses of sailors and sorcerers, trying to find the captain. Who, most likely had the keys, not to mention answers. He had to wonder how long it had been since he'd been taken, because, he truly had no idea.
Kalian and Flynn followed Merlin, searching for whoever was in charge. Someone needed to explain why they were all there. A sailor tumbled in front of them, pushed by a sorcerer. The sailor's face made contact with the wooden flooring and he passed out.
Merlin dodged the man, and made his way across the top deck, towards the slowly nearing captain's quarters. He'd never been on a ship before, so he could only hope it was the right direction. It seemed like a logical place to put it, though...
The others followed him. There were now at least eight following Merlin, or spreading out to find keys... any keys really. Eventually, they would find the ones that unlocked the cuffs.
Just as Merlin neared the door, it swung open, and instantly he recognized it as who he'd been kidnapped by. His fingers twitched and instinctively he put a hand up, before the cold cuff against his wrist reminded him of the uselessness of the action.
A sword was drawn and pressed against his exposed neck, but despite the action, Merlin could see the fear starting to shine in the captain's eyes as they briefly traveled across the deck, watching the fight unfold. So, Merlin merely backed away from the steel aimed in his general direction.
Flynn moved forward, stepping around Merlin and then moving to the captain's side. He twisted the man's hand backward, causing him to drop the sword. He took it, aimed it between the man's eyes, and nodded toward the room the man had just come from. They needed answers, and they were going to get them-one way, or another.
The man struggled to stand, and once he did, he slowly backed into the room, all the while obviously hiding his true emotions behind a blank mask. Several others, including Merlin, followed after them. Emrys gripped the ends of his sleeves with long fingers, and his jaw muscles twitched, cerulean eyes watching the captain's face closely. "Why are you doing this?"
Flynn glanced back at Merlin, then looked at the captain again. The man seemed intent on not telling him. "Answer if you want to live."
"You won't kill me," the captain stated with more certainty than he appeared to have.
"I wouldn't be so sure..." Flynn muttered. "Now answer his question..."
"All right! Fine," the captain spat, a sneering smile twisting formerly emotionless features. "I wanted it - I wanted the power. I wanted all of it. I wanted everything. I wanted the future, the past, the present, the air, the sky, the water... I wanted it all to obey my command!" the man's voice was starting to grow in volume. "I wanted the Gifts of The Finder, I wanted the power of Emrys, I wanted to have it... Mine! I wanted it to all be mine! It will be mine - and the world will cower at my feet."
Merlin stepped forward, then stopped himself, pointing at the ground as he spoke, "That power is no one's to command!"
"You've been very helpful, but your use has just reached it's end-goodbye." Flynn slit the man's throat. He was crazy-insane to be honest. One couldn't, or shouldn't control so much power. It would corrupt them-and it seemed as though the captain was well on his way already.
Merlin cringed away from the choking and gagging that instantly followed, and clenched his hands into fists. Outside, he could hear the fighting start to slow down, for better or for worse. A peel of lightening jumped from the blackened sky, and it drove the young warlock forward, back into the search for the keys. He kneeled, and started patting down the dying man, and as he did, his expression was of nauseated determination.
"Does he have them, or do we have to keep looking?" Flynn asked, jamming the crimson-coated blade into the floorboards and looking to Merlin, waiting to see if he found the key that would unlock the things that blocked their Gifts.
Merlin found them on his belt, and un-clipped them, though as he started to retract his hand, two bloody ones caught his own. His eyes flicked up into hateful, power-hungry yellowish browns. That was, until the breath left the captain's body, and sluggishly his eyelids fell, along with his body, which heavily thumped against the wooden floor.
Shaking himself out of his momentary pause, he unlocked the cuff around his wrist, and immediately felt his magic trying to leap into the air. He unlocked Flynn's, put the key into his hand, then turned towards Kalian. He placed a hand over the harsh material over the other man's wrist, and whispered 'Tospringe'. The effect was instant. It clicked off, and tumbled down with a loud thud.