Carter's happy and in a minute, you'll figure out why. *sob* Why couldn't Simila know about his rehabilitation! By the end of this story I swear he's gonna break out with a swearing streak that'll make even God wear ear plugs. I'm sure of it!
Chapter 15
Holy Crap It's Cold!
Oh my GOD! This is too good to be true. Simila doesn't know about my restriction on swearing (one a day) and if June's happy enough when I rescue her, she'll let me swear every minute of my life! I can finally express myself without fear. Except from Will…and Halt…And Crowley, Paulina (how about this time?) and cooks all across the world…so yeah, I'm getting as much freedom as I possibly can. Speaking of freedom, these pants are tight as all get out! I can't even flex my butt! Ah, I remember that time I killed someone by suffocating them with my butt. If was rather funny because he lived like twenty minutes, I blame the gassy burritos! Carter mused as he lounged on the ship's deck while Simila practiced with the sword.
"Oi! Get over here and teach me how to do that stance you were doing earlier." Simila snapped, tapping the Ranger on the head.
Carter sighed and took the object from the apprentice's hands before beginning. He settled into a wide stance, his feet facing Simila and the blade behind his body, the edge resting on his hand. If you looked at it sideways the it would look like Carter had half a sword hiding in his stomach somewhere. Simila took the other practice sword and copied the Ranger.
"Simila, you do realize that if the opponent's fast enough and strong enough, he can stomp on your knees and break your legs, right." Carter said, glancing at the boy.
"Then, make me faster and stronger than anyone else." Simila said, smiling.
"Oh, how many times have I heard that and watched the apprentice run away because he couldn't take it." Carter mumbled before thinking what he could do on a ship.
Simila lounged on the hilt of the practice sword which, over the spare time he had, made and looked at the Ranger. Carter noticed the stare, but waved it off as he walked to the prow of the ship again.
"Sim, I've got it!" Carter said, smiling from beneath his cowl.
"Got what? A lick of common sense?" Simila laughed.
"Asshole. Listen, run around this ship, forty times, then lunge it ten and then after that, practice your swing one hundred times. Then sweep the deck, mop the floors, and then run laps until you pass out. Then when you wake you, get something to eat and report back to me." Carter said, looking at the organized wolfship.
He had to admit, the ships the Skandians made could hold up to just about anything and to top it off, with their constantly new improving designs, they're gonna rule all the seas by the end of this year. That and the swiftness of their designs and effective use of lumber and resource! He would love to observe one of their shipwrights!
Carter cocked his head back, finding Simila already done with his laps and starting his seventh lunge. That boy was really energetic! Carter yawned as he went down to his assigned courts before getting bored and asking for a round on the oars. Everyone looked at him suspiciously, but swapped him out with somebody. The drummer was the one that had to keep up with Carter's pace.
Thirty minutes later, Carter yawned and swapped out before changing his shirt from the sweat and finding Sims. He then picked up his practice sword.
"Sparring with the boy? Do you think he'll have a chance?" Several on deck sailors commented.
"Doubt it. Did you see that other guy? We went at least two knots faster when he was rowing." Somebody else said.
Carter noticed the swapping of money and chatter as he drew a circle on the deck before retrieving the sword and twirling the blade in his hands. Simila settled in the tennis stance as Carter bounced around from foot to foot with absolutely no stance at all.
"Ready?' Carter asked.
"Set." Sim replied, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet.
"Tacos!" Carter barked, starting.
"I thought it was go!" Simila yelled as he blocked a side slice.
"But that's boring." Carter stated stopping and shrugging.
Simila grunted and thrust at the man. In response Carter hopped out of the way and lazily swung at Sims, who ducked, and slashed at his legs. Carter hopped over the wood and landed on the object, kicking Simila out of the ring.
"Out! Three…" Simila rolled onto his feet. "Two…" He ran back into the ring. "Aww…he made it." Carter said as he was completely decked.
"Do you want a handicap?" Carter asked, flipping acrobatically back onto his feet.
"No," Simila grumbled, picking up his sword.
"Your loss." Carter shrugged, twirling the blade around his wrist.
"GO!" Simila yelled, starting the second round.
Carter bent backwards, avoiding the blade and the follow-up thrust and the overhand. He laughed as he bounced around inside the ring, avoiding the blows. He tapped Simila on the elbows, commenting on something, smiling the whole time.
"Handicap?" Carter asked, smiling.
"Fine! Give me a handicap! If it'll make you stop annoying the crap out of me!" Simila snapped.
"Aye sa!" Carter smiled, dropping the sword completely and closing his right eye. "That's your handicap!" Carter smiled.
"But you're playing without a sword? How is this fair?" Sim asked.
"Because I'm s freaking badass." Carter nodded, smiling.
Simila shrugged before swiping at Carter's head. Carter ducked, and pulled at matrix avoiding a thrust and then rolled to the side from an overhead slash. Carter then hopped up and dodged a thrust, getting closer to Sims. Simila, noticing it, jumped back.
Carter smiled and pointed at Simila's feet. The boy then realized he was outside the ring. He gasped as he could have sworn he had more room than that. Carter just smiled and waited for him to come back in.
"Round three! Starting…NOW!" A Skandian growled, as Simila shot off across the court.
"Too slow." Carter sighed, ducking Simila's elbow.
"Think fast." Simila smiled as he brought his sword down in a sweeping arc at the crouched Carter.
"And move faster." Carter smiled, rolling around the boy and kicking his legs out from under him.
Simila growled as he hopped back up, avoiding a punch. He looked at the sword and tossed it away. Carter glanced at the blade before ducking a punch and then hopping back from a kick. Carter smiled before rushing behind the boy.
"Mada Mada Dane" Carter said into Simila's ear before kicking his legs out, grabbing his arms and hurling him across the now shiny deck. (Look, I couldn't resist! It fit pretty well too!)
"Ugh.." Simila groaned, sitting up.
"I hope we dock soon." Carter mumbled.
~Soon~
"Goodbye!" Simila said, waving at the Skandians as he helped unload Storm. Carter was already saddling Smoke as Storm was unhooked from the crane. Simila quickly secured the horse's saddle and mounted it, riding behind the Ranger.
"Where are we going?" Simila asked, riding up next to the Ranger.
"We, are going to the Rusty Tankard in the next town over, because this isn't Veil, or the proper name for it, Liev, for four letter word and lower we just flip." Carter explained.
"That's stupid. Who would name a city Liev!" Simila said, throwing up his hands in exaggerated awe of stupidity.
"So?" Carter shrugged, leading the knight out of the gate.
"It's completely stupid! It's too close to live! Imagine somebody writing that and automatically making it Live! Then they'd have to rewrite the whole official document! That would suck!" Simila shouted.
"Well, why are you bitching to me?" Thank God that Will's not here, he would have my cursed head! Hm… I wonder if I'd go to heaven or hell? That would be an interesting thing to find out… "Argue with the idiot who named it! And why do you name a bar Rusty Tankard! That's like saying their cheep, crappy, and dirt-filled!" Carter replied.
"Now your bitching to me." Simila replied.
"…Did you just swear?" Carter asked, raising an eyebrow nad turning in his saddle.
"Yeah, so? You swear." Sim shrugged.
"Yeah, but it makes up my character! You're supposed to be the freaking nice guy that never swears, HAS manners, and if this was a romance type thing, would be wearing shining armor and rescuing a princess from a dragon with a screwy accent." Carter said, hitting the boy with the practice sword.
"The what who that make you?" Sim asked, speeding up.
"That would make me a simple guy wearing all black and being the guy that would lull the princess in with his charm and seduce her with his silver tongue." Carter smirked. "And then when she went off with the knight in shining armor she would forget about her sexy awesome stealth ninja for an unrealistically nice knight who wouldn't hurt her in anyway shape or form."
"A sexy awesome stealth ninja?" Simila asked, watching Carter trot in front of him.
"Yup, cuz I'm the sexiest, awesomest, stealthiest, ninjaiest, ninja in history!" Carter smirked.
"I'm not sure if awesomest is a real word." Simila sighed.
"Doesn't matter, my sexiness makes it real." Carter said.
"No it doesn't and since when are you sexy? According to June, you're a fat, perverted, sexiest, old pig that likes young girls." Simila answered, scratching his head.
"That's not nice." Carter said, climbing out of the giant crater he made less than a second ago.
"Wow, I can't believe you really do that." Simila said.
"June's killing me with it."
Simila sighed and nodded his head in understanding before Carter set off at a breakneck speed. He could have sworn that Carter was jacked up on SOMETHING! Then again, it was his apprentice, and he was just reminded of her with him meeting with dirt.
Then arrived at the simple town at noon, the sun already starting to set behind the trees. Carter glared at the orb of light, and Simila swore it went up a bit. Then they scouted out the small port town before finding one of the 'nicer' inns and getting a room.
"So, what's the battle plan for tomorrow?" Simila asked through a roll, bacon, nad part of a potato.
"Battle plan?" Carter asked, raising his head up from a steak.
"Yeah, like a strategy? A plan of attack, how we will proceed." Simila asked, motioning.
"Oh, that." Carter said, blinking several times.
"Yeah, so what is it." Simila asked, noticing that Carter's steak was now crammed into the Ranger's mouth and swallowed whole.
Carter gagged, banging his head on the table before swallowing again. Then he took a breath and a swig of coffee. Then he smirked and said:
I'm screw their ass up so dam bad the devil won't know if they're a person or a pile of crap.
Carter's happier now and is now biting my head off, so Lovergirl, you can have the jacket back! That being said I would like to say HURAY! I have fifty reviews! Thank you everybody for your support! I'll try to update soon! SPOILER ALERT! : In the second chapter after this, you will learn ALL of Carter's secrets! And if it's not that chapter, it's the next! LOVE YALL! Also- Mada Mada Dane means- You still have a ways to go! Or something similar! I don't own Prince of Tennis! (Were the line originated!)
~ZargintoFlames:3~