Ch.1 - Weird Accent -
Authors note: Thanks for reading! Sorry for the pacing. I am new to writing.
Captain Morgan twisted the point of his blade ever so slightly into the trembling man's back as he curled into a ball on the floor begging for his life.
"Please…..I'll pay you back,I just need more time!"
A scoff escaped Morgan's crusty salt laden lips," We all do."
He nodded to his cannoneer, Pierre, a sickly looking man covered in gunpowder. Pierre advanced towards the man with his dagger drawn.
The man squirmed away but Pierre grabbed him and carved a cross into the back of his shirt, "Pick yer titan and pray boy!"
He let out a loud cackle and kicked the man off the side of the galleon, about a hundred feet up, the kind of height where nobody would survive the fall. And if they did, they wouldn't be able to swim for much longer.
Captain Morgan cupped a hand to his ear until he heard a thud so hard the water must've turned to concrete.
He smiled toothily, turning for approval from the young guard that had been supervising the executions, "Well, that put a wrench in all those 'Mutiny against the throne' conspiracies ey?"
The guard, or rather, the 'Golden Guard', leaned on his staff as if he were bored, "Maybe," he began.
The captain nodded proudly, prematurely accepting the half-hearted praise and went to throw an arm around him, but was stopped midway and was slammed into the wall of the ship by a glowing red light.
Morgan put a hand to his chest, "Ye nearly flipped me overboard you scoundrel!"
"Ah ah ah," The Golden Guard scolded, "No touchy touchy! I wouldn't want to do laundry again…you know…fish smell and all, and besides, you didn't let me finish."
Pierre raised his dagger once more enraged, "Nobody attacks Captain Morgan, Emperors coven or not! Golden guard… I've taken shits with more gold in 'em than you!"
He ran at the Golden shit full speed ahead but was simply catapulted on top of Captain Morgan, leaving the two winded men to clutch their stomachs.
The Golden Guard sighed, "Now as I was saying before I was interrupted. How does this prove your loyalty exactly- I mean. You didn't even execute the full list of prisoners. And one of your crew members just attacked me. That's gotta dock some points…come on now."
The mask he was wearing, although unmoving, seemed to smirk, "Oh sorry. Tried to attack me. Love the effort though, Hoohah. Shiver me timbers and all that." He said, mocking Pierre by pumping his fist in fake comradery.
Pierre growled, but was unable to move in the binding magic that was cast around them both rendering them useless.
"You'd be nothing without that stick!"
"I have no idea what he's talking about, do you?" The guard asked rhetorically to the boy on the ground who was next in line to be executed.
He loomed threateningly over the tiny boy, examining him. Originally, the Golden Guard had thought he rolled in dirt earlier but it turns out it was just tragically misplaced freckles. And that hair, oh that hair. The boy had probably cut it himself, he had some sort of..mullet? Or a rat tail. It was short and long at the same time and confused him.
Looking at him was just like looking at something someone couldn't decide on. Like his parents had trouble too. Or whatever made him.
The boy turned to him with fury in his eyes, so dark it could be compared to the pits of Tartarus, "You look like a cashew."
A long silence filled the air, as the golden guard was registering the unexpected response. A cashew.
He crouched down, poking the odd kid on the forehead, enraging him further.
"And what exactly did you do to get punished for crimes against 'the' Emperor Belos? Bite a few guards' ankles?"
"I wouldn't suppose ye be a fortune teller as well?" Captain Morgan asked boredly, resigned to his fate.
The guard looked at the boy incredulously, and saw a tiny smile form on the boy's face.
He rose unbothered however, "Shouldn't have expected anything less from riffraff I suppose."
"Shut ye- I mean your mouth!" The boy said, his face turning a bright red from his slip up, seemingly affected by the pirate jibber jabber.
"It's a local dialect. Nothing wrong with picking it up." Pierre said defensively.
The boy turned to him confused, "Where are you from?"
"Born out at sea."
"How's it local?"
"Me village be in the trash slug down south-"
The golden guard rubbed his forehead, "Right. Shut up, all of you."
"Wait what-" The boy said before getting grabbed by the scruff and held over the mast.
"I'm running out of time due to this little stunt and wouldn't mind a few extra spares, so, option one. Help me do a few little chores here and there and I'll execute you later. Option two, don't and... I throw you in now."
Instead of being reasonable like he was supposed to, the boy stubbornly spread his arms as if he were about to fly, looking back to challenge the coven lackey holding him.
The guard immediately dropped him.
"Wait!"
"Get off of me!" He roared, trying to pick the boys fingers off one by one from his cloak.
The boy desperately hung on, putting each finger down as fast as the guard plucked, "What chores-"
"Fall already!"
The guard had to stop himself from shrieking as the boy climbed him like a cat to a tree, clinging onto his arm, "What. Chores."
The Golden guard visibly rolled his eyes behind the mask, "Fine."
The boy relaxed and fell onto the deck looking sea sick as the guard picked him back up by the scruff and threw him over his staff.
"Wait- What about us! Ain't ye gonna undo this!"
The Golden Guard put a finger to his chin to feign thinking about it, "Hm. How about...no."
He kicked the side of the staff as if it were a Pegasus, "Okay lots to do thanks for wasting my time- Bye!"
"You absolute-"
The kid vomited off the staff.
The guard grimaced, this was going to prove to be worthless wasn't it.