Post by EriChar on May 23, 2011 13:11:49 GMT -5
The mess room of the cruise ship San Fortuna was filled with people, but unusually for dinner time they were all lying on the floor. No, it wasn’t a case of food poisoning, neither were they so well filled that they needed to take a nap before moving on. In this case, it was the aggressive looking fellows with pointy-sharp blades and nasty looking pistols that were trained on the people.
Aside from this gang of thugs, who on a ship committing acts like this were considered to be pirates, there was a single person in the dining room who remained in his seat. Whilst everyone else in the room was anxious, panicking and full of woe about the events that could possibly transpire, the seated man calmly lifted his chopsticks to mouth as he finished the rest of his soba. It made no difference to him that there was a mean looking pistol pointed at him, nor that a pirate grunt was trying to force him too onto the floor, even the nudges to the man’s cheek with the pistol went for a large part unnoticed.
When his meal was complete, the man placed his chopsticks down and gave polite thanks for his meal. From the perspective on onlookers, he seemed to have had the gun in his face forever, but with his meal finally finished, the man who had eaten now reacted to the presence of the weapon in front of him. Looking at it for a moment, he simply placed his index and middle fingers onto the side of the barrel and pushed the gun away from his face slightly, remarking with a smirk “You should be careful with that, you’ll have someone’s eye out…”
This joke that the man said finally pushed his aggressor over the edge, you could have seen him becoming more and more wound up as he tried to force a response from the diner, and now he’d finally got something and it was a silly joke! With a scream, the aggressive pirate brought his weapon into both hands and went to pull the trigger, but there was no reaction, well not a bang at least. A beat or two after the shot should have happened, there was a clunk several meters away, and one could see the large part of the pistol, minus the handle and trigger housing, lying on the floor.
All that remained in the pirates hands was a gun handle and a trigger, and now resting delicately inside the hand of the eaten man, was a fine white blade, but when it was drawn was unseen by everyone in the room.
“Jokes told over and over lose their appeal…” Said the man with the sword, his name was Kamida Shusuke, and let’s just say this hadn’t been the first time he’d been looking down the barrel of a gun.
Aside from this gang of thugs, who on a ship committing acts like this were considered to be pirates, there was a single person in the dining room who remained in his seat. Whilst everyone else in the room was anxious, panicking and full of woe about the events that could possibly transpire, the seated man calmly lifted his chopsticks to mouth as he finished the rest of his soba. It made no difference to him that there was a mean looking pistol pointed at him, nor that a pirate grunt was trying to force him too onto the floor, even the nudges to the man’s cheek with the pistol went for a large part unnoticed.
When his meal was complete, the man placed his chopsticks down and gave polite thanks for his meal. From the perspective on onlookers, he seemed to have had the gun in his face forever, but with his meal finally finished, the man who had eaten now reacted to the presence of the weapon in front of him. Looking at it for a moment, he simply placed his index and middle fingers onto the side of the barrel and pushed the gun away from his face slightly, remarking with a smirk “You should be careful with that, you’ll have someone’s eye out…”
This joke that the man said finally pushed his aggressor over the edge, you could have seen him becoming more and more wound up as he tried to force a response from the diner, and now he’d finally got something and it was a silly joke! With a scream, the aggressive pirate brought his weapon into both hands and went to pull the trigger, but there was no reaction, well not a bang at least. A beat or two after the shot should have happened, there was a clunk several meters away, and one could see the large part of the pistol, minus the handle and trigger housing, lying on the floor.
All that remained in the pirates hands was a gun handle and a trigger, and now resting delicately inside the hand of the eaten man, was a fine white blade, but when it was drawn was unseen by everyone in the room.
“Jokes told over and over lose their appeal…” Said the man with the sword, his name was Kamida Shusuke, and let’s just say this hadn’t been the first time he’d been looking down the barrel of a gun.