Undying Will 72 Subterfuge..

Even then it had been only after Fawkes and Terrick had campaigned against the dull and ludicrously clueless questioning of the previously youngest crew member.

With a dull swish she pushed through the thin paper screen and trudged silently to the hammock of the newest crew member. With a quick and silent movement of her hands she tied his hands to the edges of the hammock, getting a tiny line of fabric over his mouth to m.u.f.fle him.

Beside him slept the otherwise drooling form of the crew physician, his dark sleeveless shirt hung loosely over his chest, rolling up towards his belly making him look like an adorable child.

His black hair stood combed to one side and his round chin had a line of drool running down it.

Even though Angella had made up her mind back in Las Camp, she couldn't help but look down at the child with a small amount of sympathy.

She remembered the time when she had just forced her way into this crew, the boy had been the first one to warm up to her enough to approach her for something that was not an order. He had come up to her with a childish frown and had asked her where she was from, having not paid any attention when she had introduced herself. He had been the first one in her entire life to call her "Big sister…".

It wasn't just him, no one on the crew had ever mistreated her. The first mate had been the very epitome of gentry, getting her well acquainted with the rest of the crew, with the ship and as an extension all the things that existed on the boat.

Terrick had taken care of her as she was a slave, she was not naïve enough to believe that he was some paragon of virtue but now that she thought of putting a sword to their neck, she could not help but get cold feet…

Everyone on the crew had done a lot for her, never made her feel left out and never accorded her with a condescending or patronizing att.i.tude. The captain had been the first one to give her a task. He refused to pity her and treated her as he treated any other member of the crew.

But, they were all pirates. She had personally seen as Sorren cut a b.l.o.o.d.y swath through a group of people. She had witnessed the callous nature that they a.s.sociated with life, treating it like a tuft of gra.s.s..

These were the same kind of people that she despised, the same type of people as 'her'! How could she with any semblance of a piece of mind, ever consign another innocent to the level of brutality that these pirates were capable of?

With shaking hands and a slow deep breath she came to herself. She would not get their blood on her hands, but, she would turn them in. If they had committed no sin, then the authorities would release them. It would depend on them…

And with that she got to work. The one she was most worried about was the a.s.sa.s.sin who had joined the crew with her.

How could she pose any form of challenge against someone that was used to dealing with the night.
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To her luck it turned out that she didn't have to. The a.s.sa.s.sin had knocked himself out earlier that night when he had been practicing his archery.. Angering the first mate who immediately clonked him on the head.

If it wasn't to kill him then she was sure that she would not be found out, and so she brought out the ship's spare rigging.

As she worked around the room, she thanked G.o.d for the unexplained injury that the first mate of the crew had that forced him to fall into deep enough sleep that he snored from time to time.

As she finished the bundling of all of the crew members that slept soundly on the bottom deck, she could not help but run her hands through her sweaty brow.

The sultry and humid temperature of the night sea did nothing to help deal with the workout that she had undertaken in relative silence. The townsfolk on Las Camp had talked about a draft of chill that had come in these days from the sea, but it seemed that the temperate climate still remained as unforgiving as it always was.

Now came the tough part. The captain.

She still smelt the burning oil lamp that existed in his cabin. She knew that he was not asleep yet. In fact she never knew when he slept, always he would stay awake long after most of the crew, and woke up earlier than them as well.

With a dull thud she slowly walked up the wooden steps that led to the captain's cabin. As the water washed against the bottom of the ship, she could not help but contemplate the decision that she would take.

She had seen the captain's ability before, she knew that she could not run up to him. She had to sneak attack him.

And so, as the door creaked inward she leapt into action. Her hands unsheathed the rapier that hung against her hip.

With a clang the thin blade moved quickly and poked towards the captain's back.

"Don't move! I don't want to hurt you! Raise your hands above your head and turn around slowly." She said shoving the blade into the gap between his shoulder blade.

With slow movements he did as she asked, turning around as he chuckled. "Nice sword you have in your hand Angella, I wonder, what are you doing with it?"

"Don't move! From here we're going to move the ship towards my home. Then you can turn yourselves in! I don't want to kill you!!" She said, her voice steady as she commanded him in what she hoped was an authoritative voice.

"Since we're moving in that location, I mean why not? But I must ask, why are you doing this? It doesn't seem like you to take a group that you chose to join and turn them over to their enemies."

"Humph! If it wasn't for the amount of children on this crew, do you think you would be alive? You might be a pirate but I haven't seen you do anything contemptible, so you must be mistaken. Don't influence children with some fantastical definition of piracy! After all, pirates are the sc.u.m of the seas!" She announced as she tried to maintain her sword against his chest.

"So, you think that since I claim that I am a pirate and those brats have joined my crew, they'll be treated like pirates by the world, and maybe even become like those frustrating trash of the seas? Hah, how self righteous of you! You think that the world will see it like you do? Anyone that sails on these seas under a banner that does not reek of the world government's slavery or of the noxious white of their dogs is a pirate!

I am not wrong with what a pirate is, you are! Your trust of the world baffles me! If the world is as righteous as you make it out to be, then why was it a pirate that sprung you from the trap that the world had no issue putting you in?" He asked mockingly, his eyebrows raised as his arms stretched outward as if he was challenging the entire world.

"You're wrong! It wasn't the world that threw me into slavery, it was you pirates!" She roared as she remembered 'her' crumpled up face before her.

"If that may be, it was still the world that did nothing about it!" he fired back with an equal vigor to the venom in her tone.

"SHUT UP!" and with that roar she threw her hand forward, but right then;

"pere pere pere pere…"