“If it was such a big secret, you should ahve kept yer mouth closed from th’ beginnin’.” Eying the thief carefully, James lowered his voice. “Ah reckon you weren’ suppose ta say anythin’ either..yer the one who hasn’ gotten th’ idea, mate.”
"Yer gold is unwanted, boy, but perhaps your life is a bigger prize.”
”..Well.” He sighed, getting up and pulled out his hidden blade. He retrieved his gear, taking an incoming pirate on and punching him out. He pointed his cutlass and took a gun from another. He was not cutting anyone, more as hitting them with the handle and the butt of the gun. He pointed his gun at Kidd. “I told you I did not want any trouble.. but if you want to take my life, you’re gonna have give yours in exchange. Why would you save me in the first place? I have nothing of worth.. are you saying you saved me just to kill me?! Where is the logic in your actions.. “
He growled, moving forward. “It matters not.. Here we are. Thank you for giving me another chance at life.”
"Stand down boys. I’s is a figh’ between ‘im an’ meself.”
Men amongst his crew helped the fallen, quickly pressing a cloth against their bloodied noses and swelling bruises. James clocked on the boy, flitting from the gun in his grip toward the cutlass in the other.
“Tat is a good question isn’ it?” James kept his pistol at his side, untouched, and weight on the cutlass. “If you don’ put yer gun down, 'ere 'ill be trouble.”
“‘ow fill in me ignorance, but jus’ what ahre ‘ese assassins? Templars..” James sized him up, rising an incredulous brow. “‘Ere is no glimpse of a silver linin’ in yer future, kid. Not with i’s nonsensical talk.”
‘How much m'ore 'ill you talk, boy.’ James voiced in his head, gave him a expectant look
One heavy sigh is released from Fillan.
“I’m not supposed to tell you that.” Fillan said, shaking his head. “We have a big rule of secrecy.. If you haven’t gotten that idea already. Look, if you let me go.. I’ll give you boys a mighty gold mine. Something worth your while.. Look, you guys obviously aren’t as terrible as some other pirates I’ve come across..”
“So, why don’t you help me out here huh? I don’t mean any harm, I just want some food on my plate.”
“If it was such a big secret, you should ahve kept yer mouth closed from th’ beginnin’.” Eying the thief carefully, James lowered his voice. “Ah reckon you weren’ suppose ta say anythin’ either..yer the one who hasn’ gotten th’ idea, mate.”
“Yer gold is unwanted, boy, but perhaps your life is a bigger prize.”
“Two an’ two ahre not obvious ta ya, ahre ‘ey?” James shrugged it off, digging the sword further into the ground. “But see, me dear boy. Yer words pose ‘nother doubt.”
“Ahre you done with yer ‘job’ or is ‘ere more ta it? Elaborate as it may seem, ‘ey ‘ill go at lengths ta sink us ta our deaths. ‘ow far ‘ill a thug go fer a few shiny coins.”
“….” Giving some time to stare at the male it finally registered to him. ‘Man, this kid isn’t playing around. He’s absolutely insane..’ He huffed, resting against his palm. “This the second time a ship has crashed on me.” He sighed. “Looks like the cat’s out of the bag..”
“I’m with the assassins and I was sent to kill a templar. Once I killed the poor sod, I was supposed to return to them without possibly being detected or followed. So I decided to do it by means of boat. Then.. well, here we are. Now, please don’t sink the ship..”
“Assassins? Ahre you now.”
“‘ow fill in me ignorance, but jus’ what ahre 'ese assassins? Templars..” James sized him up, rising an incredulous brow. “'Ere is no glimpse of a silver linin’ in yer future, kid. Not with i’s nonsensical talk.”
'How much m'ore 'ill you talk, boy.’ James voiced in his head, gave him a expectant look
The pirate lent toward—lounged on a crate—resting his elbows on his knees, absentmindedly fiddling with the hilt of his cutlass, twirling the blade between his legs. He watched the boy stir, mumbling incoherencies before he sprung, fingering for gear that lay about.
“Ah could fill you in th’ lie, kid, but our guises ahre far too obvious, ahren’ ‘ey?”
James sighed as he rose, drawing his blade with him, circling around the boy while his crewmen watched, anticipating the boy’s fate, visibly flinching when his blade struck down, just inches from the kid’s feet.”But me bigger concern was why you were floatin’ out ‘ere, yeh? We don’ take kindly ta ‘ose affiliated with folk tat like ta see us hung above th’ sea.”
Does this guy know who he is?! This little brat is sassing an assassin right now. Fillan narrowed his green eyes and sat up right. Of course, they won’t react kindly to him standing so Fillan will simply answer the question.”Look, I have no beef with you guys.. Firstly, I am but a street thug who had a job and I snuck on that boat to get away right after I had done so with my job..”
He looked around him and took in the features of each pirate as to where his cutlass was right beside him. He had time to get it and take a hostage, if they tried to attack him. As well as that hidden blade still being attached under his sleeve. But he would stay calm and peaceful for now. “The reason I was floating about was most likely because of that plank that hit my head when I was in the lower parts of the ship and you guys decided to attack it. Then, everything was a blur and I just ended up here.. As a matter of fact, how’d I get up here?!” He glanced around him.
“Two an’ two ahre not obvious ta ya, ahre ‘ey?” James shrugged it off, digging the sword further into the ground. “But see, me dear boy. Yer words pose 'nother doubt.”
“Ahre you done with yer 'job’ or is 'ere more ta it? Elaborate as it may seem, 'ey 'ill go at lengths ta sink us ta our deaths. 'ow far 'ill a thug go fer a few shiny coins.”
Taking a while of being unconscious, the boy floated over to the boat that he had never thought to be his rescue. The question was.. if he was in good hands. These were pirates. People that the assassin order told him to steer clear of instead of catching himself upon presence with them. He was still breathing, though he was knocked unconscious and the location of that hit was not a very forgiving location. Once he was brought over onto the deck, he was laid out and was still out of it. Though, it’d not be long before he regained consciousness.
Opening his brown eyes, he looked around him only to find out just how much trouble he could be in. “..Tell me, this is not a pirate ship.” He sighed, glancing around him and sitting up. The male scratched his hair and looked behind him. He noticed he was soaking wet as well. All important pieces of gear laid to the said of him.
Cutlass Sword. Check.
Tomahawk. Check.
Hidden blade was still attached.. What’s the deal, they didn’t want to steal from him?
It took Fillan a good minute of seconds to think but then he gasped and yelled out. “M-My map!” He pulled out the piece of wet paper that had its ink dripping down the sheet. The poor boy was heart broken. Just how the hell was he to get back to the assassins now? The blonde sighed and placed it beside him. “Ugh.. So, you guys a run rescue program or something?” Fillan looked up at the boy. Obviously, Fillan had no idea who he was talking to.
The pirate lent forward–lounged on a crate–resting his elbows on his knees, absentmindedly fiddling with the hilt of his cutlass, twirling the blade between his legs. He watched the boy stir, mumbling incoherencies before he sprung, fingering for gear that lay about.
“Ah could fill you in th’ lie, kid, but our guises ahre far too obvious, ahren’ ‘ey?”
James sighed as he rose, drawing his blade with him, circling around the boy while his crewmen watched, anticipating the boy’s fate, visibly flinching when his blade struck down, just inches from the kid’s feet.“But me bigger concern was why you were floatin’ out 'ere, yeh? We don’ take kindly ta 'ose affiliated with folk tat like ta see us hung above th’ sea.”
Hearing about a meeting he had, the theif was supposed to kill someone. After catching that contract and taking out this person with ease, he took a swift escape on the rooftops and towards the docks. He made it towards the docks, getting on the boat that he snuck on. He was told that he had to find means of getting back to the other island, so he decided to sneak rather than take the burden of swimming.
“Agh.. This place stinks..” He complained as he then heard a boom outside. What was going on? Were they being attacked? He began to be knocked around before he saw the boat was falling to pieces. He tried to get up but a heavy plank would fall and hit his head. It was over, the boat would be destroyed and he would find his upper body being hung over a log in the water and bumping the side of a boat.
A barrage of explosives, roars and clash of swords rung from with the billowing cloud consuming both ships. Smoke and shards of light cracked from Kidd’s pistol, blasting holes into Spaniards across the deck. He slashed down through those who drove force in their cutlass, impaling deep into the stomach of their captain. James had been tailing their ship for about an hour, biding their time between crags of rocks before quickly seizing it upon its next turn.
They plundered her dry and left her to collapse with the splintering fires and to sink into the flesh of the sea. But their victory was short lived, there was an outcry and James’ grasped the railing. A young boy—slumped across a plank–floated in the water, too close to the ship which he knew only had minutes before it blew up.
James did not falter, did not think twice and vaulted over the rails, diving into the waters below. Quickly rising to the surface, he blinked, and sped for the boy, coiling an arm around his waist.
He had a pulse–strumming under the pirate’s fingers–but there was an injury on his forehead that needed to be tended to. Kidd grunted, he was not the strongest, but he would endure as he swam from the ship just seconds before masts came towering down they once stood. They reached his ship and James coiled the offered rope around his wrist as the crew heaved them up and onto the deck.
“Christ..kid.” he breathed, rolling his head over to the mysterious unconscious boy, quickly hefting himself to his feet.
