<First off, we got ourselves an english assignment of mine. It won 20 dollars. 20 dollars. That's how much this writing costs. Think about that while you read.>
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Winding Down
I stood at the wheel of my lovely frigate, the Aurora. She's called that for the gleaming pieces of brass beams that holds this piece of crap from falling into the water. She's alright, for the most part, but she's seen better days, and frankly, so have I.
It's been around three years since the coronation of Emperor Fremont, and ever since life has turned down for the worst. He put harsh and strict laws on shipping, and placed huge tariffs on about anything that's on water, it's like he banned going into the water. Only a select few ships ever get to trade goods legally now. It was so bad, it started an age of piracy and anarchy, and a fall of the honor and security the Centrosi government once stood for.
Also, three years ago, I wasn't the captain of this darn ship.
~Three Years ago~
"Good job friends! Now let us board that ship!" That wasn't my voice, no, that was the voice of my best friend, and the best pirate Centros has ever seen, Klaus Desmond. He was a kind man in terms of most pirate captains, his nautical and ship combat skills are unparalleled, and best of all, he was the best friend anyone can ever ask for. Klaus is a real mensch if you ask me! I of all people knew that, in fact, I was his First Mate. The two of us were virtually inseparable! I mean, we've known each other more than any other person on the crew, hence why I got the job of calling out his shots. Life as a pirate for us wasn't that bad, sure, most of our life is spent rocking back and forth on this dangerous sea, and not on the safe, comfy lands of Centros, but that's alright, Centros never had a lot of land to start with!
At this time we have currently shot down the sails of an Imperial Brig, the CNS Harare, mainly for supplies and interrogation. The ship in itself was really no match for the Aurora, just two shots of her 'highly flammable' front cannons were enough to tear down its sails, and set the ship ablaze. We got in close, and went for the board, although by that time the people on that ship were more worried about the fires than us. Surrender came easy and quick for them.
I sat at the door to the captain's cabin with Alex Browning, another good personal friend of mine, although he didn't really talk much. He said it was 'cause of aphasia', but I think he just didn't like being social. With the fighting skills a man like he has, he can do fine without being social. Klaus, on the other hand, was currently inside having quite the argument with the poor captain, sheesh, you could hear that screaming from a mile away.
Alex may be a man of few words, but his appearance surely wasn't. He stood like a tower at seven feet. He had thick, curly black hair, and a beard just as thick to match. His eyes were as green as the sea we sailed oh so often. He was so big and muscly, he actually has problems getting in and out of the door in the crewman's quarters. I knew him personally from a while back before we became the hefty pirate crew we are today; he beat up the bullies for me during our time being educated. For a returning favor, I gave him the highest recommendation to Klaus, and he made Alex the quartermaster of the ship, which is basically the same thing as third-in-command.
He may not speak much, but I, on the other hand, am a complete chatterbox. They say you could place me with a rock and I could still hold a decent thirty minute conversation with it. So, being as I am, I decided to give Alex a thorough talking; "So, what do you think he might be shouting on about in there?" He grunted. "Oh come on, Alex, speak with me man, I know you want to! Can you not just give me an answer." He gave another grunt. He really was insistent on not talking, although that was pretty much his case all the time. "Really, I am your superior! You will answer me, or I will personally kick you off this ship!" This time he managed to speak, "You do know we are on our counterpart's ship, right?" I paused, he was right; "Umm... Ye-"
"Shush up, Bern"
"Okay…"
Alex wasn't the most intelligent man I've ever seen, he could never be able to count past ten, but he had more common sense than I did, that's for sure. Usually the only times he actually did talk were when he was either to state the obvious, or to comfort somebody.
After a few minutes of just plain silence, Klaus and the other captain came out that door, gave the man a good pat on the shoulder, and they both laughed a bit. Klaus always reminded me of the father I never had, he kind of took up that role for all of us. He whispered in my ear and stuffed a paper in my pocket; "We have Fremont's location. Put this paper at my desk in my cabin, bring muscles here with you, I'll be there in twenty minutes." I nodded a 'yes' in reply, and waved down Alex, since Klaus always nicknamed him 'muscles'. Together we got off the brig, and back onto our lovely Aurora once more.
I opened the doors into Klaus's Cabin, it was wonderful, for a ship cabin. It was around one-third the size of our old schoolhouse, complete with a desk, two beds, some chests, and three well-done paintings hung about. The whole room was lit by candle, and the room was painted red with the ship's brass-gold frames lining down the room like golden columns.
I placed the paper on his desk, and waited with Alex for Klaus. When he came in, he sat us down, and spoke to us softly "Hey, I trust the both of you the most, so I want the following conversation to not leave this room when we are done, do we have an understanding?" I spoke, and Alex nodded, "Yes sir."
"Good, now with the information I've been gathering over these past few weeks I-I believe we have a traitor upon our ship. I would suggest it's someone we've gathered recently, or someone who spends a small amount of time working to do, you know, traitorous things. Now we are going to deal with this now, so that we can finally confront Fremont. I know this seems stupid or foolish of myself to this, but we have to just make some educated guess and choose one person to throw off, now. Because we have little time to tackle this and Fremont." He let out a deep sigh, a job like this was impossible. But he was really sure we have someone who's bad on this ship.
After some time of silence, I finally spoke up; "I-I think it's Dar." They both looked at me, and nodded, "Yeah, if it was Dar, I wouldn't be surprised, nobody really liked him anyways, he was too annoying, and spent almost all of his time reading his blasted books instead of working like he should. Plus, he's the only one who could've possible had connections outside this ship. Well, I think it's time that the poor kid left anyways…Good decision, Bern."
Then, as if it was pure coincidence there was a knock on the door. Klaus nodded, "This conversation is over." He went over to the door, unlocked it, opened it up and there he was, Dar Lomax. He was one of those 'magical two-legged animals we picked up off the street'. He was canine in appearance, and was filled with grey fur. His eyes were as brown as the wood on this boat, and he constantly smelt of berries, like he showered in them. Despite his laziness, he's probably the most intelligent man on our crew, and he knows just about the build of every single ship on this ocean. But other than that, he is nothing more than a waste of food for this ship.
We all just stared at him, menacingly. He just shrugged his shoulders and asked, "What?" Klaus huffed, and gave him a simple command; "Dar, you have one day to leave this ship, we hereby exile you from our crew, farewell." He opened his mouth in order to say something, but he clenched his jaw and went back to the quarters, most likely to leave.
He ended up going off quietly, and left during the hour, the best way to go, in my opinion. In fact, the only clue that he actually was here was the fact that one of our rowboats are now gone. With the traitor dispatched with, Klaus and I started barking orders "POSITIONS!" we said. Klaus took the wheel, I, by his side, and off we went to defeat Lord Fremont.
The journey took about a week's time, but we finally made it: Centros City Harbor. The place is huge, and more ships are here than people, I swear, we may never find this ship here. But Klaus pointed ahead of us over to a blue-and-gold Man 'o War, and spoke; "If what I gathered is correct, that should be Fremont's ship, the CNS Pterodactyl. Not sure what that word really meant, but then again, half of the stuff those aristocrats say don't make sense to me anyways.
We propped ourselves right next to it. Klaus announced to the crew "Alright, we've hit Centros City, now go out there and have fun! But come back here tonight! Or don't come back at all!" The crew cheered and hollered out "Aye, Captain!" And off they went, hooting and whistling and screaming like little children. After that all ceased, Klaus turned to me and said, "You know, there's this eatery I really like here, maybe we can discuss our plan of action there, maybe even our future, I'm thinking on settling down after a while, you know, getting a home, some family, heck! I might even retire after this is over!" Retiring, now that's a thought.
We arrived at the eatery, but something strange had occurred, apparently someone had reserved seats for us! We came surprised to see one of our very own crewmembers, Anne Shaw be the one who reserved the table. And man, does she look pretty! She comes with red hair flowing ever so beautifully down her brown coat, with sky-blue eyes to top it all off. Klaus and I took our seats, and ordered something, "Well, you look great, as usual." I commented, and she giggled; "Well, yeah, I always have to look good whenever we spend a day at the town, get all those big, burly men to give me all their goofy looks, like what you are doing right now…hey, that reminds me, we aren't the typical pirate crew are we? I mean, whenever Klaus speaks or gives out commands, he never goes 'ARR MATEY' or anything of a stereotypical matter, what does that make us, like civilized pirates or something?"
As stupid as that may sound, she's right. Our vocabulary is not that of what most people consider to be a 'pirate', yet Klaus is one of the most infamous pirate captains around; "Well, honestly, I think the stereotyping of piracy is just plain stupid, I want my crew to understand what I am saying no? Sure, my words ain't no pirate's, but at least my way the crew can understand me and not take me for some third-rate idiot, besides, what infamous pirate captain ever said those words anyways?" we all chuckled at the thought.
Anne was about to ask something else when we heard uncontrollable screaming coming from outside "THE EMPEROR HAS BEEN MURDERED!" they would all shout, and they sure weren't happy about it, unhappy to the point where they were setting buildings on fire and beating people out on the streets, finally, Klaus added, "Do you wanna take this to the ship? I have wine and bread!"
We spent our lunch that night in Klaus's cabin, sure the food wasn't like that eatery we always ate at, but it was sufficient, well, if you call bread and wine much of a meal, the three of us mainly reminisced on things during the rest of that day, watching the sight of Centros City burning and razing in its own anarchy. One would think that's what piracy's ultimate goal was, but those people would be wrong, or at least wrong about Klaus, his ultimate goal for why we do what we do: plundering and pillaging ships, is actually to support free-enterprise, or at least no high shipping rates. That's why he was going after Fremont, because he was desecrating Klaus's entire purpose with corruption and greed. But now the old emperor's dead, and that leaves an open throne for Fremont to sit upon.
Eventually night fell, and it was time for the rest of the crew to come back, unwind, and fester themselves some sleep. Including myself, tomorrow was a big day for all of us. I went toward my bed in the Captain's cabin, the only thoughts running through my head were of Klaus, and the fatherly things he did for me when I were young, he was the teacher at my old schoolhouse, and he kind of took me in when my real parents didn't. He gave me ideas and I tested them out, but he always thought about something more than teaching a bunch of bricks about things we may never use in our lives, he wanted to feel like he, Klaus Desmond, really made an imprint on this world…and thus began the band of pirates that we live up to be today.
The morning came quick to me, I was shaken awake by Klaus and told to man the wheel while he shouted everyone else up. I took the wheel and looked to my right, the CNS Pterodactyl was getting ready to LEAVE! Hell, it was already unraveling its sails and getting ready to go…and our men just woke up.
By the time our ship sailed off that thing was already 35 feet out into the harbor, good thing it was slow. I still held the wheel, and Klaus barked orders to the crew "Full speed ahead men!" He would shout, and we crept up to its left broadside, sheesh that thing was huge, like comparing a royal palace to a shack. But I had my faith in Klaus thus far, we've taken down Men 'O war before, and Fremont's ship is no different. "Time to end this." He muttered, then he shouted! "Broadside Right FIRE!"
Our ship rattled the world with our cannon fire battering the side of that ship, wood chips and metal rims flying off the side of that thing. We managed to take it by surprise, good. Klaus ten ordered "Anchor down, Bern, turn right, let's give its back a good scrubbing!" We stopped and rocked backward, while the Pterodactyl still kept forward and fired its massive amount of broadside cannons, but we were so far behind it, we only suffered a few clips on our front and ram, nothing too horrible. I spun the wheel to the right, so now our broadside was facing their exposed, defenseless back; "Anchor up! Left broadside FIRE!"
Again more cannonballs flew from our ship to theirs, scratching their backside and sending more woodchips flying. At this rate, if we continue this up, Fremont's back will be gone in no time! And so will Fremont!
But then there was something that surprised us all, two, long wooden poles emerged from the sides of the ship, and the right pole revealed to have a HUGE metal sail, or a wing, as a better word for it, when the wind was caught by it, it swung that ship so fast, it lifted its backside out of the sea, which was darn well faster than our ship can catch up, soon enough, we were at it's huge, well-defended broadside, and this time, they had the element of surprise. They fired some 100 broadside cannons at our ship. There was no hope for us now. Klaus yelled "BRACE!"
One hundred balls of hell came raining down upon us all, it ripped down our masts, burned our sails, ripped our side to splinters, and killed a good portion of our crew, what's worse, rope-hooks and harpoons soon followed after that, I was knocked overboard from one of the blasts, although I was very lucky to be very much alive.
I climbed my way back up the ship to witness the horror, swords clashed and pistols fired upon our ship. Our very own Aurora bursting in flames, but Klaus, he wasn't determined to lose, he held a pistol in his left hand, and a sword in his right, vanquishing anybody who was unfortunate enough to cross paths with him, I unsheathed m weapon and ran over to Klaus, shouting his name. He turned around, happy to see me alive. "Bern! I-"
"POW!" A gun fired and it pierced right through Klaus's chest, he coughed up blood, and fell to the ground, dead.
Klaus died not from his enemies, but he was killed from behind, by a traitor.
I guessed the wrong traitor. Klaus is now dead because of it.
I could only drop my weapons and run to his side, I buried my head in his now lifeless body. I tried to cry, but no tears came out, the fighting ceased. And all I managed to listen to was Fremont's departure words, "The emperor's killer is no more, fire one last volley and leave, I want to see them rot away with the rest of piracy." Each word struck him like a pin. The ship fired once more onto the Aurora and it was enough to sink us, but not enough to kill me, in fact that volley didn't seem to do much at all, our ship sunk only half-way before it stopped. We were on a sandbank.
Fifteen minutes later, Fremont was gone, the Aurora laid wrecked upon the harbor with the whole city watching, and all I could do was cry.
Alex took Klaus's hat, and placed his hand on my shoulder; "Looks like you're captain now, Bern."
~PRESENT TIME~
But now, so much has changed, my ship got repaired, by a miracle, I have a new crew, with Anne as my First Mate, and a new goal, to exact my revenge on Emperor Fremont, and make sure he gets what he deserves.
But taking down the Emperor is easier said than done. First, we have to find out what the heck is even going on with the whole 'restricted trade' thing first, hence why we're all just sitting there, just staring out into the sea. Anne and I were currently planning out how exactly we are going to play it out, I suggested "What about Cicero Island?"
She protested, "Are you kidding me? That's a military installation! We'll have our butts whooped! And we'll be forever marked as criminals!" I yelled back at her, "They may be a military base, but they are a tiny one, and we are a HUGE SHIP! I think we can handle it. If we want to find one of those very rare 'merchant ships', then this is the only thing I have, if you have any other ideas, PLEASE, entice me!"
But it really was true, there weren't very many 'legal' Merchant and trading ships nowadays. The only legal ones also seem to trade primarily with military outposts and bases only, leaving all of Centros's cities to crumble from lack of resources, while its military becomes even more rich, so that it can pamper itself with not doing anything, Fremont's purposely trying to destroy both Centros's economy and military, and for what? Well, that's what I'm currently trying to find out…
We arrived at Cicero Island around thirty minutes after our little dispute between Anne and me. She was right, it was a little Military base, with a few cannons and mortars spurred about the beachhead, but other than that, it held no other defense. It held a couple of buildings on it, two lookout towers, and no walls to defend itself, it must be a training camp, or just some recon outpost or something, easy pickings for a frigate to bombard, which we ended up doing. I shouted at my men to fire, and they went to work on the land, pelting the place in a shower of fire and cannonballs. Their defenses exploded in their faces, their towers crumbled before them, and their buildings were set ablaze with the work of only one shot.
They all flailed their arms about and screamed in horror at the destruction. I smiled, fire burning in my eyes, my plan was now in motion. We have twenty minutes to get information before the next ship arrives to go and tell the tale. We arrived at the beach head, all of us with our muskets out and our cover taken. We took our shots at those who still continued to fight, and we pushed forward, all the way to their only untouched building: a small cabin on the top of a small hill.
I busted the door open, and was met by three guys, two soldiers, and an officer with a gun. I pulled out my own with my right hand and fired a shot onto one of the men, whoever was closest, and he fell over at the shot, the second one swung at me, I retaliated quickly, blocking his swipe. I grabbed his arm, and threw him backward, throwing him out of the front door actually, some phenomenal accuracy I had, and what's luckier for me? Apparently the officer has already fired, because he's frantically trying to reload it. I smiled, slapped the gun to the ground, and grabbed his shirt. Fury in my eyes, I shouted at the already scared-to-death official; "WHAT'S THE NAME OF THE MERCHANT SHIP?" He faltered in his voice, but I could still hear what he was saying; "It's the CNS Sussex, now please, let me be!"
Well, that was the easiest interrogation ever done if you ask me. I let him go, and patted his head. I raised my arm in the air and rallied all of my crew back onto the ship, but we were a few minutes late, apparently, the CNS Sussex had already discovered what we had done, and was starting to turn and go away. I yelled at my crew, "Hey, let's get a move on! FOLLOW THAT SHIP!"
We charged with all our speed at the CNS Sussex the Sussex was a legal merchant ship alright, it had the thick, golden sails to signify and dignify it as such. Other than that, and the possible cargo it held. `The ship was nothing more than a regular brig, it was also guarded by two gunboats, but gunboats are of little concern to any ship remotely bigger than it. But that ship was surely faster than the Aurora. So we had to do something, and do it now! I ordered to my men, "Front explosive cannons…FIRE!"
Those orange-encrusted cannonballs flew out from the starboard of our ship, and it reached its way onto the brig's sails and powder reserves, causing an explosion like you've never seen before! The fire spread as high as towers, and those golden sails were stained brown as they withered away into nothing. That shot was a critical hit. Jeez, with the luck I have, I should enter the lottery, or become a wizard, something like that.
It only took one shot of our broadsides to sink the gunboats, since they decided to attack from each side of our frigate thinking they would do something. In my honest opinion, it would've been better if they just tucked tail and ran.
Sussex, however, just wouldn't back itself out of this just yet. It fired a volley at our front side, although it didn't nearly do as much damage as we did with our explosive rounds, it still did a significant amount of clipping and casualty to our own ship, yet we slid up next to it as normal, and proceeded to board. But something happened, something that, for once, wasn't in my favor. During mid-board, the entire thing blew up in smoke. I know I did damage, but I also know that wasn't enough to destroy an entire brig in just mere minutes. It's almost like they wanted to destroy themselves on purpose, and have us witness it, but why? Because they contained some serious cargo.
I grabbed a rope and swung myself to the other side, Alex followed my lead, followed by Anne, I spoke hastily to the three of them, for there was no time to waste "Anne, you get a life boat, and prop it up here, Alex, you and I grab any papers you see on this ship, we must find out what they are doing" They both nodded, and we went to work.
I went for a beeline straight toward the captain's quarters, and kicked at the door. Since it wouldn't budge, I instead took out an ax, and hacked the thing out of dedication and fury. When I finally did break the door open, I was met by the captain of the Sussex, with half of his face in shambles, and dual wielding swords, he swung at me the moment he saw me, screaming furiously, he managed to slice me down in the chest, and knock me down. He jumped and lunged at me to finish it all. I Pulled out my own sword and blocked his attack just in time for the swords to clash. I kicked him of me, a flaming beam fell between us, causing some blur in the scene.
But when the ashes cleared, he was gone. Where did he go? Did he die? I guess we will never know. Until we meet again, I suppose. It's best not to dawdle on such things, this ship's halfway into the water. I grabbed and snatched every piece of paper and every bag I can gather into a crate, and threw some more frantically on top, I rushed out of the captain's cabin just in time, for it collapsed into the water just moments later, I rushed up the ship, which was now turning vertical from sinking, but I mustered every little bit of strength to get up that hill back to our designated waiting place, where Alex and Anne are waiting for me, I threw the crate onto the boat, and I was about to hurl myself onto that boat, if it weren't for the boards snapping underneath my feet, Anne shrieked. "BERN!" I fell through the deck, and tumbled all over the crew's quarters, and then. 'THUMP!' Darkness…
I awoke and found myself very much alive, which was good, but not in my own ship, which wasn't very good, one of my own crew members, Anne came over to my side, and said something, she seemed excited. "Captain you're going to like where we are! In fact, let's be trivial! Take a guess as to what ship we're on, I'll give you a hint, it's your favorite."
I shot up, and looked around, "n-no, t-this can't be, are we on Captain Wolf's ship?" She smiled "Aye, this is very well the Phantom you are in, Captain. Wolf said he wanted to see you as soon as you were feeling better to come and see him."
I knew it, I was dead. There was no way I would awake on the Phantom, to be with the best pirate crew Centros's has ever seen, well, besides Klaus's, but Wolf took a very good second as to his skills in piracy. Ever since Fremont took control as Emperor of Total Destruction, piracy was at an all-time high, but there were some Pirates who just shined a bit more than others in terms of power, and the stories that they tell. But Wolf and his Phantom, he out beats them all. He took down Fort Zogen, one of Centros's strongest naval strongholds of all time, and used it as his personal headquarters. Not much is known about him, other than the fact he's a male, and that he's one of the two-legged animals.
But his ship, the Phantom, that's the stuff of legends. She's a Man 'O War that is the color black with red sails, so she cannot be seen at night that well. She uses more steel than wood in order to reflect more shots, but with all that metal I'm surprised with all the metal she has on her, that she's still floating. Must be a magical ship. The way she shoots is magical too, they say this ship can kill you ten times over before you even got your first shot in. That's because she has some futuristic 'quintuple cannons' or something like that.
I got out, and took in the sights. I was in pure awe at the ship. Heck, I was acting like some fan boy. The black-and-red cabin doors were opened to reveal the most luxurious cabin that ever laid on the sea, it was three times the size of mine, with three beds, a feasting table, four chests, two desks, a sitting area complete with two couches, a table, and a fireplace on the right side, and a lovely display of artwork on the left, and to think I lived in the lap of luxury, this guy could live his life in here and still be a happy man. Wolf stared at the fireplace, his back turned toward us, and spoke in a soft but calm voice; "Please, Bern Fox & Anne Shaw, please take your seats, I will discuss the matters with you in a second, but first, you might be asking 'how do you know our names?' Right? Let's just say, you're going to love the answer…"
Captain Wolf got up from his chair and slowly turned around to show us his face, and my face turned from a joyful glare, to a horrified stare, my mouth gaped open, and I was out of my mind. This wasn't Captain Wolf, wait, there WAS NO Captain Wolf at all, it was just an alias.
Captain Wolf was actually none other than Dar Lomax. Dar chuckled a bit and smiled and cocked his head "Isn't revenge sweet? Yeah, I know, look what some engineering and a lot of money can give you, eh? Heh heh. Honestly, I would've left you to die, but I really wanted to see your faces when you realized who I was. Also, the information you've gathered here today proved to be VERY valuable, and it offers me a position of power that I've been yearning for years: Baron of Hightowers. Now, that's a city that's like me. Now, I'll help you destroy Fremont on the condition that, when this is all over, I am granted that title, Baron of Hightowers. Do you get what I'm saying?"
I was still in shock at the fact this sack of lazybones is my idol; "y-yes! Yes! I'll put a good word into the next emperor that you will be the Baron of Hightowers..." He smirked "Good, now let's get on with our final piece of business, I hope you know all this time, Fremont's rule has all just been a corrupted government force. Basically, he murdered the emperor, and used Klaus as the fall man for it, yes, he set you all up from the start, staining your piracy and all in the end of it. He is also taking as much funds from all of Centros to not only secure his throne, but every successor for the next 50 years. That's how much money he plans to accumulate all to himself, the rest he spends to purposely destroy our military, paying them to honestly take a dang day off! I believe you all, this guy's a monster, and something has to be stopped." He pulled us in closer, and whispered to us his plan
"…sometimes, old habit's never change, at the stroke of twelve, he will always take out his ship out for a stroll, he doesn't need any other military forces watching him, because he's got everyone to believe he is invincible. He destroyed two Men O' War in 10 minutes, that's must mean he's invincible, right?..."
Both of our ships sailed our way to Centros harbor, Where the CNS Pterodactyl already awaited our arrival, creepy. We went on either side of it. It too started to charge, in the middle, expecting be bombarded, than, it did it's special snowflake move: She shoved out her two two long poles, and spread her wings, giving her a great boost to speed.
"…Those wings are all she has against us, take those out, she's nothing more than a simple Man 'O War for us simple men to take out, and here's how we do it, here's how we do the impossible…"
As the Pterodactyl came at us with great speed, we were already turning out, making the range between us and her further and further, until we seemed just out of range of the wings, then, I ordered my men to hook onto the wing with as many hooks and harpoons as we could get onto that thing, and finally, drop the anchor and brace like your life depended on it, because, it did, after a few moments passed by, I thought they stopped, or all the ropes snapped, but man was I wrong.
I was shot down to the floor as the sheer force and speed of that thing did, dare I say, LIFT the Aurora out of the water, for a moment, just one moment, she, as well as everyone else on our crew were all flying. I screamed at the top of my lungs, although the air was starting to fill them from the flying; "FIRE EVERYTHING WE'VE GOT!!!" thunder erupted from down under, they heard him, great. The Aurora crashed into the water and the sandbank with a HUGE splash. Everything was strewn about, people were dizzy, and throwing up. The cannon's lay in different directions, but when we looked up. We did it. The wings of the Pterodactyl were no more, and as the Phantom made her charge into battle, firing cannons like they never ended, I feel this battle may soon come to a great close. "Clean up, men, and full sail, we need to jump into the fray, now!"
We were back in action in less than 10 minutes, a new record! We sailed the Aurora up to its back, the Phantom was at her front, and we circled around the poor Pterodactyl firing as many things into it a possible, it fired back from time to time, sure, yes, it did hit us, but we came prepared for that too, we kept the ripped-off wing and kept it close for some absorptions.
We pelted the CNS Pterodactyl until it was nothing more than a wooden pulp sitting on the sandbank of Centros harbor, to forever stand as a testament against all tyranny, corruption and greed. But it wasn't over yet.
"…And finally, be careful with Fremont, he may be stupid, but he's also very ruthless, and he WILL use every last drop of life to be used against you…"
A hand reached up from the side of our boat, a man clad in blue with a golden sword, a crown, and a long blue cape drooping from his back came onto the deck, Emperor Fremont. Several of our crew members tried to attack him, but his ridiculous strength made them seem like brushing away leaves. They fell easy prey to this madman, he charged at me, sword raised, I frantically pulled out mine, and they clashed, sparks flying each time we struck, we swung and we swung, and each time, we clashed, and our swords would send out sparks wherever we went. But Fremont had enough. He swung so hard it broke my sword and flung me backwards.
I now lay hanging by one arm on the railing. Desperately not trying to go into those shark-infested waters below, oh yeah, I forgot to mention, Centros has a lot of SHARKS, most usually don't attack, and we really don't mind them, and vice versa, but in a time with all this blood about, you better believe those waters be dangerous. Fremont looked over the railing, and laughed maniacally. "I've had it! I gave you your chance to be mine once, I am not doing it again-"He rose his sword triumphantly. He was about to strike my arm, and send me falling into the sea, to be eaten by the sea, but he was cut off-
"POW!"
Fremont was shot from behind, in the chest. He looked down, giving only a shocked expression on his face. He stumbled a bit, and fatally tripping on the railing, falling dramatically into the waters below.
Finally, after three years of planning, fighting, and being shocked like heck. Emperor Fremont is dead, and Klaus is avenged, mostly, the one who conducted the murder may be dead, but the one who fired the shot, the Traitor, is still very much out there, heck, the Traitor may still be on this ship! But, unfortunally, I will never know. Alex extended his left hand, and pulled me up, his right hand held a pistol, apparently he took the shot, I rested my hand on his shoulder Huffing and puffing like crazy, we DID just cheat death, like, twice now!
I sat on a crate, staring out into the sunset horizon above. Wondering what's going to happen next, with an assassinated Emperor the people will once again have no government, and their economy and military have pretty much collapsed. Dar's set to be the Baron of Hightowers. And piracy is the most common job out there today…Oh well…it can only get better from this point on…
And besides, who knows what's going to happen next! That's what tomorrow's for anyways…
The End?
*clink*
