Ohoy you all! I'm really sorry for the extremely late update, but I've been busy with life and other "important" stuff... But here is a new chapter!
Enjoy.
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Searching
Searching
Never finding.
The filthy town had given him nothing but trouble so far, not even a clue about were the man in red were.
Angry hand closed into a fist collided with wood used for a wall.
"Bloody wanker, that treasure is sure to be mine. He must have left some kind of trace...Hell, the wanker should still be in town. My men did most certainly not give him enough time to escape before they sealed of the roads into town." Mutterings uttered from a mouth turned downwards at the edges. Thoughts circling a brain filled to the brim with unhappy memories and dark visions of a future yet to come, trying to force light and life-giving beams of sun into the core to lift the spirit. Failing.
"Hey, are you alright?" A curious and wondering voice reached his ears and the head they belonged to snapped towards the source of the sound. The man who had uttered the question recoiled when the intense green gaze slammed into his own eyes but he quickly started speaking again.
"I heard that you were muttering to yourself, just wondering if you are alright that's all..." He trailed off into nothingness as shaking nerves started to affect him. The regret at approaching the man in blue was clearly visible on his face, mirrored in every angle the flickering shadows from a nearby torch cast over his face and reflected in his uncertain orbs. The relief evident on his face when the man he had directed his question towards finally answered and gave an illusion of easing the tension that had been building in the air.
"Ay, I'm alright. Just looking for someone, that's all." Dismissing.
Not noted by the nervous man.
"Then I might actually be able to help!" A smile slowly spreading over the face, still a bit uncertain but with eyes gleaming. A man eager to prove himself and not be killed then. "I keep track of most people in this city, I work for the mayor you see."
The man clad in blue tilted his head, searched with his eyes, regarded and measured the man in front of him. Trustworthy? Probably not. Best lead so far? We'll see.
"Talk." Stated in a voice void of emotion, emitted from a moth which gave no clues as to the thoughts processing in the brain behind.
"You are searching for the Spaniard right?" Doubt coating his words towards the end, dripping of the last letter thick as honey. "I heard rumors..."
A step towards the talking man who was spewing words drowned in low self-esteem. A pause. A sharp breath. A rushed sentence fueled by one single intake of air.
"I saw him leave, early this morning, you missed him with just a few hours, but I heard some of his men talk about their destination when they were sent into town, south they were going, and the goal was some kind of desolated island on which there would be riches. That's all I heard." Gulping in oxygen to starved lungs, a result of to fast words, and a step backwards to gain some distance from the threatening eyes.
An arm rose. Scared eyes shut. Receding footsteps.
The blue coat became one with the fog as a new course was set by the feet touching the muddy ground.
A ship sailed.
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I played a little with new ways of writing in this chapter, please tell me if you notice any difference and what you think of it!