And the third chapter!
Please excuse any grammatical errors, but english is not my native language and I don't have anyone to proofread it.
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An ordinary bar in an ordinary town.
That's a lie.
The picture didn't seem quite right when you saw that there was a body in the corner who had been forgotten a long time ago, the fights on the floor and tables, the weapons in every mans belt and hands, the fact that the children on the streets were hungrier than the dogs and no woman in the town were married, they belong to everyone.
The door to the bar swung open in a violent manner to reveal a face with eyes showing the emotion of the darkest night. His boot clad foots made their way over to the counter and brought the body atop with them.
"A bottle of grog." Said in a monotone voice.
"Aye mate." The response was uttered from the mouth belonging to the burly man behind the desk.
The door that the man at the counter had used soon opened again to reveal a panting man with eyes roaming the room. Searching. Finding the target. Legs moving towards the goal.
"Ey Arthur, stop disappearing like that! I and the others have been searching this whole excuse for a town for you!" He exclaimed as he reached the blond mans side.
The answer he got was a slow twist of the head belonging to Arthur, eyes landing on his and a shiver travelling down his spine.
"Never mind…"he stuttered out.
Arthur turned his back against the counter when his drink arrived in the hands of the burly man and surveyed the bar. Many eyes were trained on him, curios angry revengeful interested indifferent, due to the name he had been called.
"Arthur? That was your name?" A man stood slowly from his stool and allowed his hand to creep closer to the sword at his side. The hands belonging to the other people around the table also searched for their steel.
"Aye, that's what I'm usually called." A bored voice replied.
The man with questions had now reached his full height and his face showed victory.
His mouth moved to form the sentence: "Then that pretty head of yours is mine, it's worth many Doubloons." But it stopped moving in the middle due to a knife filling it. The knife continued its course down to the floor and brought the body it was stuck in with it. Silence followed. Heads turned from the still warm body to the knife thrower. Shaky gazes followed with the heads.
"Hm? He was annoying." Was the words delivered from an expressionless face.
"Bastard!" All the steel in the proximity was now pointing towards the blond man with an expressionless face.
Two guns glimmered in the dim light. Blond head spun around. Shots were fired as one, again and again. Bodies greeted the floor.
Two men were left standing with shocked, empty eyes and hand containing weapons forgotten at their sides.
"Take the rest of them out for me, 'aight mate? I still have a spaniard to search for." Arthur said to the one who had started it all with his searching.
"… aye, no problems"
Boots trailed their own steppes back out the door and the tension left with them like if it had been a living animal.
"Arthur aye? Sure does live up to his name that one." The burly man behind the bar said with appreciation as something like interest flickered across his eyes.
Spit hit the floor.
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