Ch. 3 Scouts
"See anything?" Will looked out on the horizon, checking for trouble.
"Nothing on my end," Autumn replied. Suddenly, something glimmered in the distance. "Wait, I see something." She looked closer and saw a person standing on the edge of a ship. "It's someone on a ship. I'm going to take us in for a closer look." Turning the wheel, Autumn moved the Bronze Pegasus toward the stranded person. As they moved closer, the unknown ship started to turn. "Hold on, it's moving." She studied the ship and saw the holes on the deck below opening to reveal a full set of cannons. "Cannons!" Autumn tried to turn the ship around, but the hostile ship opened fire on them, knocking off the wheel.
"Was that the wheel?!" Will shouted.
"Yep. We're sitting ducks out here." The privateer ran down to Will on the main deck. Cannons continued to fire, tearing the ship apart. "The ship is lost. Can you teleport us back to Skull Island?"
"It's too far." Will looked at the enemy ship. "But I can get us onto their ship. Whoever they are, they'll regret attacking us." Autumn grabbed onto Will and they warped over to their attackers. Drawing their weapons, the pirates were instantly surrounded by twenty or so enemy troops.
"Hold your fire." A buccaneer pushed through the crowd. "I said hold your fire!" He reached the front of the crowd and had his troops lower their weapons. "Hello Autumn."
"Pedro," the privateer sneered, "I should have known it was you."
"If anyone else had found you, you'd probably be dead. Be a little grateful."
"Grateful?" Will asked, venom in his tongue.
"Yes, grateful," Pedro responded, irritated, "Flint said that if we found anyone else, to kill them on sight. You're lucky to be alive right now."
"Wait," Autumn interrupted, "What do you mean 'anyone else?'"