We had quite the hard time capturing the young royal man as we had to fight through a hoard of royal guards. But it was all worth it as we would be able to get some good gold for selling him. There's just one problem. I never imagined he would hang himself.
You would think having been in an iron cell with shackles on was plenty to keep him from doing anything. Yet here he is, his corpse dangling from the wooden roof on a thin piece of rope. We still had the royal fleet on our tail, slowly catching up on us as they wished to retrieve their now dead royal. I bit down on my lower lip, cursing under my breath in gaelic as I headed up the stairs with my Quartermaster Warwick in tow.
- Get the corpse to Gibbs. If he's dead than he is better off as food.
- Aye, aye Captain.
As we got to the deck I walked towards the wheel, putting my hands on the cold wooden surface as I changed our direction. There was now no reason for us to get to the Refuge of the Jolly Roger port, having nothing worth selling anymore. This is why I hate british people.
I let my crew get into position as I shouted the orders. None of them hesitated or questioned the sudden change, having been loyal to me as their Captain up ‘till this day.
I made a swift turn as I put the wheel in rotation, stopping at south east before letting my hand slide off the wooden wheel.
- You take it from here Spectra.
The ship made a ghostly squeaking sound as a reply before reclaiming control of the vessel. Being a living ship The Spectral Dragon was nothing like a normal ship, being able to control anything connected to her wooden body and have a mind of her own, for better or for worse.
Yet she held a special place in my heart as her Captain, and I knew she felt the same for me.
I took out a spyglass from my belt, twisting it as it got longer before looking through the lens towards the royal fleet who were gaining on us.
I narrowed my brows in irritation, knowing they would catch up on us no matter what we did.
- Should I give out the orders to prepare for battle?
I let my eyes follow Warwicks movements as he walked up the wooden stairs to join me by my side. His unkempt light brown hair almost covered his scared face, only his light green eyes cut through as he from time to time would pull it back behind his ear. His long black coat was a perfect fit on his muscular body, having pulled up the sleeves to reveal his tattoos. I let his words linger in the air for a minute before giving him an answer.
- Aye. Prepare for battle.
Nothing more needed to be said as Warwick took to my orders in an instant, shouting at the crew to load the cannons and man themselves as we headed straight towards the royal colored navy ship. I fastened the spyglass back to my black leather waist belt as I straightened my long fine-stitched coat, vibrating in a colorful red, white and black.
It didn’t take long before our ship were side by side by one of theirs, slightly scraping against each other as the waves aggressively collided in between. My men were fast to shoot the harpoons into the navy's wooden hull, fastening us to their ship as me and some of my crew swung over at their side with ropes. I quickly took out my sword as I engaged into battle, letting its sharp steel cut through the british men who one by one failed to keep up with me. I could feel how the smell of blood and flesh reached my nostrils as a tickling sensation swept through my body, leaving me with goosebumps over my skin. I was quick to suppress the feeling, not wanting to get distracted as I got up the wooden stairs where the navy's captain fought off my men. The rookies didn’t stand a chance as he cut them down with his sword, their bodies becoming lifeless as they took their last breaths.
I bit down on my lower lip, irritated by the way this brit treated my men as I swung my sword at him. In the last second he noticed my presence, quickly blocking my attack with his sword as we stood eye to eye. I tried to push my weight at him, something he restrained with all his strength as he was not letting me have his head. I knew I wouldn’t be able to kill him like this, pushing myself away from him as I held my sword up.
- Crow “Crimson Moon“ Zeddicus, we the royal fleet demand you to release his highness Reginald II of Yorkshire and hand him over unharmed. In return, we shall not arrest you for crimes of Piracy in accordance to-
- Yeah I will stop you right there mate, your request is unfortunately impossible for us to... enact.
We walked in a circle, not letting our guard down for the other to attack.
- You see your little royal is unfortunately just as british and thus weak-minded as the lot of you. He decided to take the easy way out just below deck with the straps of his own boots.
The captain was first as pale as a pair of newly washed sheets, but as my last words had left my lips he was as bright red and fuming as a black smith’s scalding hot iron rod. Blinded with anger the furious Briton was now swinging his sword once again, likely done with words and now let his sword speak for him as we once again resumed our fight.
His swings were aggressive and his movements were similar to a teenage boy who wielded his first proper sword, with inexperience and carelessness. I didn’t mind an easy prey, taking the opportunity to have some fun as I danced around him. I could feel myself smile in a sly way as the man's expression only got more and more furious.
All of a sudden a repeating “retreat” could be heard from the british men as they started to cut the ropes and escape. As I was still on their ship I had to be quick to be able to get back to my Spectral Dragon. As the navy's captain attacked yet again with his sword I dodge it, grabbing his arm as I kicked him right in his stomach before making a run for it. I was just about to take a rope in order to swing myself over when more british soldiers surrounded me, cutting off my escape route as the ships separated. This really isn’t my day.
I might be skilled in combat but even I know when I’m outnumbered. All the men who followed me over to the navy's ship were either dead or had been thrown overboard except for me. I could see in the corner of my eye how their captain yet again stood in front of me, still fuming with anger.
- MR. ZEDDICUS, You are hereby under arrest on suspicion of Piracy and the murder of his royal highess Reginald II of Yorkshire, along with numerous other sinister crimes against the Crown and his Royal Majesty.
- To be fair I didn't kill him, he hung himself if that didn't go through your thick skull before.
The navy's captain was still fuming with anger, only that he slowly calmed down and started to smile as we sailed further away from the Spectral Dragon. I looked back at her, seeing her and my men still fighting the other two navy ships. To be able to sail after they would need to take care of those first, which I knew would not happen anytime soon.
- I would advise you to put down your sword Mr. Zeddicus.
I knew that even if my situation looked bad, I would get myself out of this. It wasn’t my first time getting captured, whether it being kidnapped or etcetera. Plus, what’s the harm in having some fun in the meanwhile?
I loosened my grip on the sword, turning the blade as I put it back in my hilt. In an instance the British soldiers grabbed my arms, holding me firm as they tried their best to remain calm.
- Take him down to the brig.
With no big fuss I let them take me to their ship's prison cell, taking my weapons before throwing me inside as they locked the iron barred door. I watched as the soldiers got back up to the deck before taking a good look around. I could still smell the blood from the corpses pulsing out onto the deck, slowly dripping it’s way through the ship's wooden planks. The ticklish feeling still lingered around my body as I felt myself swallow. I couldn’t take my sweet time as I would like to do. However at least something was in my favor today as a faint little nail sticking up on the side of the plank beneath me. Thankfully it wouldn’t be too hard to get out of here.