Pirate against his will!
Aug 27, 2021 7:19:22 GMT -5
Post by Mr. Moon on Aug 27, 2021 7:19:22 GMT -5
The young writer was kneeling on the floor of his cell, watching his captor dumbfounded. The young woman who ordered her crew to kidnap him, rather than kill was lying on the ground unconscious with a gentle smile on her pretty face. Smile that was typical for someone who was knocked out by a punch of pure happiness. He knew that some fans could have an...extreme reaction to a meeting with the subject of their obsession, but it never happened to him before.
It was rather cute. He had to admit it to himself as a feeling of guilt appeared deep in his soul. Did he simply overreact? She was obviously a very dedicated fan of his, how bad could her work be?
He reached for her notebook, quickly reading the first few lines before his face turned pale. How bad could it be? Very bad...like spending the rest of your eternity in a literal hell, bad and maybe even slightly worse. The writer immediately regretted his curiosity, wishing he could wipe that memory out of his mind as he was certain that this was something that will haunt him in his nightmares in the years that will come. However, before he could throw that blasphemous thing away and possibly burn it to ashes or at least tear it into pieces, several things happened.
First, a sharp sound appeared on his right, almost as if giant spears or possibly harpoons hit the hull of the pirate ship. Second, swift steps appeared on his left, together with a male voice calling
"Lin! Lin! The Marines are attacking us, so stop playing with this…"
A short, bearded man in his late thirties dressed like a vagabond and armed with a simple cutlass and pistol walked down, freezing on the spot when he looked in Jan's cell.
The writer cursed, turning in his direction, but it was already too late.
The pirate screamed.
"The writer murdered Lin and now is stealing her work!"
Meanwhile, on the upper deck the thirty remaining pirates led by their captain, the "Twin Hammer" Wu, a giant of a man in his early fifties, with a wild mane of coal-black hair and beard that was reaching his collar bones, who was armed with two short yet incredibly heavy hammers, were preparing themselves to battle. As it was already obvious that they wouldn't be able to escape the Marines, they were loading their guns and turning the ship so they would be able to repay the favor with their own cannons. Before they could complete the maneuver however, one of their own screamed from the lower deck, his voice barely recognizable in the ruckus around them.
"What the….someone go and check on Francis...and bring my daughter up here already!"
The pirate ordered.