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1, Granite, 1059, Early Spring:
The dread ship Bellsmaw and her devil dog pirate crew docked at a tiny island off the mainland peninsula. Kalen had sent a native boy to head to the village center and request a trade caravan be dispatched to their ship.
She'd ordered all of the skull and bones be brought down, replaced with the flags of the local government.
While they awaited the arrival of the innocent natives, Kalen and Skipper took stock of the situation.
"How many unable to walk?"
"Just 2, cap, Horatio and The Professor are still out. Imp has trained Beardless Bob to be quite the sniper with a crossbow as well, so you can count him among our combat ready."
"Excellent. How many are proficient with their weapons?"
"All but Q-Tip sir, she's only healed up two days ago and hasn't had a chance to get back up to spar again."
"Wonderful, we should be able to handle these traders easily." Skipper wasn't sure if Kalen had planned to rob them, but wasn't surprised at it either. The captains ruthlessness was evidenced by the stains of blood over every square foot of wood on the ship these days.
"Trader's, Cap!" Imp called down from the crow's nest.
"Get the men on deck, Skip. No armor, have them tuck their blades away until I give the order. Tell Bob and Imp to stay fast on the crows nest and be ready to plug anybody that gets in our way. No fighting until they're fully aboard the ship, you got it?"
The crew assembled on the deck, some of them scrubbing, others bringing a few useless scraps of wood in bins to the virgin trade depot as though preparing to make a deal. Kalen left her giant warhammer in her bunk as it would be entirely too large to conceal from the traders eye's, but she was not worried for she was deadly enough with her bare hands. With Imp and Bob providing cover, this should prove to be a very profitable 'trade'.
Kalen ordered the gang plank lowered and the traders began pulling their carts aboard, the village emissary meeting Kalen at the depot. "A fine ship," he offered, his eyes perusing the conspicuous masses concealed by drapes of macaque leather. Siege weapons had been ordered covered, though their bulky mass was hardly unrecognizable.
Kalen gave him a toothy grin, her eyes sparkling as she watched the traders bring up crate after crate of food and booze and treasure, already counting the plunder in her mind --
Her grin dissolved into a frosty glare as she watched a group of caravan guards emerge from behind the last of the wagons. 4 armored dwarves with massive hammers trailed by 2 crossbowmen, quivers full and glittering, their trained eyes flickering across the deck, accounting for every one of her men.
'Son of Armok, they knew we weren't merchants ...', she thought, furious. 'One of my men must've tipped them off, we've got a bloody traitor aboard!'
The emissary, seeing her rage and confusion, stepped up and offered, "Madam trader, we do not wish to offend you with our guards. The island has seen a sharp increase in vicious Kobold ambushes. The mongrels have begun carrying spears and traveling in packs, attacking anyone with anything of value. I assure you our guards are here only for your protection."
Kalen, instead of being relieved, was far more infuriated at the thought of some yokel fisherdwarf offering to assist HER and HER ship. Her heart raced as she imagined grabbing the emissaries head and reaching her hand down his throat to grab out his heart and toss it to the gulls. As the guards came on deck and set up positions around the depot, though, she quelled her rage. She must try and make the best of this. Even if they couldn't take ALL of the supplies, they NEEDED some of them.
Kalen yelled to her dwarves, "Grab our trade goods boys, and make it snappy, we're quite safe here!" The crew was well aware of the situation and scurried down below to bring up as much as they could.
While the men were offloading, Kalen paced the deck, walking by the plank, her eye on the lever. She would certainly be able to ...
"KOBOLDS!" Imp shouted from above, alarm bells ringing.
Kalen turned to her right, staring across the plank as 5 kobolds, spears in hand, rushed towards her. A bat ray bolt hissed down from above, piercing the first one's head and knocking him clean off the plank. The remaining four were unphased and heading directly at her.
Kalen grabbed the spear tip thrust at her chest and tugged with all her might, sending the startled Kobold careening into the trade depot where the guards pounced on him. Kalen now stood alone, unarmed, in front of two agile kobolds, their spear tips weaving in her face as the foolish guards behind her took their time bludgeoning the one she'd thrown them.
The first kobold lunged at her and she grabbed his spear, pulling him close, head butting him and splattering his canine nose. She leaned back to place her foot on his chest, but the other Kobold made a swift move and she suddenly felt a searing pain in her face. Heaving with her foot at the first kobold, she kicked him off the plank, her vision fading and turning red. 'Has this mongrel killed me?' she though, stumbling backwards, blinded. "EEAAH, KILL THEM!" Kalen shouts out, her hands grasping her face as she collapses onto the deck.
The guards and her crew stream out across the plank, bolts hissing over their shoulders and perforating the remaining kobold like a porcupine, his body cleaned into a dozen pieces as he fell into the shallows below.
Skipper had been hiding in the depot during the action, clutching his logbook, but at the sound of Kalens scream he rushes out to her aid.
She was sitting on the deck, blood streaming down her face, her hands blocking him from seeing where she was hurt. He bit his tongue as he kneeled towards her and saw that blood was streaming out between the cracks in her fingers. He felt weak and faint, lost and alone without his captain in charge and livid.
"Captain! Here let me--"
"No, finish the trade and leave me be, you fucking worthless cronie!" Kalen hissed, turning away from him and slowly standing.
Boucher came up from below decks, "Captain can I--," she offered, clean rags and water in hand. "Leave me be!" Kalen hissed again, still clutching her face.
Skipper, his heart in his throat, turned back to the traders.
He halfheartedly filled out the ledger and reached a decidedly unpirately deal with the locals. After signing the sheafs of papers, he walked out onto the deck to see that Kalen has disappeared. Skipper wanted to go to her side, but knew that she would rebuke him for it. He stood and watched as the traders began packing up their goods and heading for the plank.
"Thank you, boys!" Kalen shouted, coming down from the deck, a wet rag pressed up against her face, red with fresh blood. "Thank you SO much for saving us from those dastardly kobolds!" Skipper winced at her sardonic tone, checking to see if the traders had taken offense. The guards waited, their eyes hawkishly watching her as she came to apparently see them off.
"Good day to you and a good journey to your dwarves!" The emissary said back, his voice twittering as he pored over the trade dividends. A fine deal, they'd made.
"No, no!" Kalen shouted back, all kindness drained from her voice. "Good journey to YOU!" She said, as she walked purposefully towards the plank. Skippers jaw dropped as he watched his captain, not believing what he was seeing with his own eyes.
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Skipper balked as Kalen swiftly delivered her thanks to the merchant villagers.
"I will come back for the rest of you!" Kalen shouted as the remaining traders broke like a pack of rats, fleeing from the carnage, screaming. Imp fired off a few bolts halfheartedly, ensuring that they did not turn back to attempt retribution.
Kalen, her back turned to the deck, threw the bloody rag out across to the dock, cursing the traders as they fled.
The crew assembled behind her, glad that the ordeal had ended.
Kalen turned to them, slowly. The crew attempted to hide their horror at the sight of her face.
Her left eye was a bloody mess, a black hole of gore and bits of bone and puss. Boucher held her tongue, ready to assist if the captain needed it, but sensing that she was not ready to be helped just yet.
Kalen stood firm, unshaken, her remaining eye moving from dwarf to dwarf, the gaping hole in her face visible for all to see.
"You see what happens", she said calmly, daring them to look into the gaping socket, "When we are not prepared?"
Salty gusts of seafoam touched at the hole but Kalen did not flinch. She even managed a bit of a grin. "We've all given our blood to this journey, now." She reported, blandly. "We are all in this, together as one. From now on, we are PIRATES, always and forever, and TO THE DEATH!"
The crew gave a hurrah as Kalen ordered them to shove off. She grabbed Fishgut Led and asked him to craft her an eyepatch out of some fine leather, letting Boucher touch at the wound with a rag. "Get that rag away from me wench, I don't need water, I need grog!" Boucher smiled at her weakly, trying hard not to look at the hole in her captains face.
The Bellsmaw, bloodier than ever, began to pull up the anchor. Kalen went to her quarters to ponder the days events. Skipper was off somewhere, doing god knows what. She called for him to join her. She would ask him to do some clerical work, but really, she wished for his company. Things were not going exactly as she had planned.
"Skipper!" She called out, sitting at her desk, placing her hand over her empty eye socket.
He did not come.
"SKIPPER!" She shouted, impatiently.
Moments later he ran up the stairs and burst into the room. "Captain," he started, a look of concern on his face.
"Oh stow it you pansy, it's fine, I've still got one left. Pull up a chair an--"
"No, Captain ... That's not what I was going to say."
Kalen waited, perturbed.
"OUT WITH IT then!" She ordered.
"Sir, you need to ..." he paused, glancing at her eye socket, "see this yourself ..."
Kalen grunted as she stood up, following her first mate out onto the deck.
"What on earth could you possibly be," she began, as he led her across the deck.
They stopped, her eye on the back of Skipper's head as he refused to turn to face her.
"WHAT?" She demanded, furious.
"Look, Cap." Skipper responded, his voice faint.
"Oh my blood god ..." Kalen whispered, her eyes staring down at the empty well. They must've leaked some overboard, or perhaps all these wounded dwarves had sapped their supplies sooner than she had planned.
"How many are still wounded?" Kalen asked.
"Two, cap. Horatio and the Professor."
"Shit," Kalen cursed, "FUCK!"
***
Horatio sat up in his bunk, his arm burning. He'd been having a nightmare. He'd dreamt that a great shark had bit his arm off and thrown him into a barren desert and he'd been picked to pieces by hungry scarabs. The lanterns stood still, a sign that they hadn't left port yet. Horatio was wondering about then when he heard The Professor moaning in the next room over. Nightmares were common amongst the wounded dwarves and their moans were frequent sights.
"Waater," came the raspy voice from The Professors room. Horatio heard Boucher trundle by, ever diligent for her charges well being. Horatio leaned back into his bed, glad to have her services. He closed his eyes, nearly drifting off before they shot open again at the sound of Boucher's tortured wail.
[ March 09, 2008: Message edited by: valcon ]