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What happened was a nightmare… but the event was a memory nonetheless.
The vessel creaked as the waves crashed below them as it swayed with the ocean current. It’s sails rolled against the wind along with the proud Athenia flag flapping, pulling them in the direction in which they wanted to go, and Adrestus took a deep breath, relaxing as his shoulders eased themselves. Ever since Tim had left for home, things had been different. It wasn’t the three of them, it was two- and Sokari was right beside him. Adrestus had tried to suggest that Sokari go home as well, knowing he himself had family but for some reason his friend refused to leave.
Adre was in his mind when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned quickly. “Yes sir.” Adre had always wanted his own ship, and he knew he was close, he just needed one more… “The seas are crowded today.” Adrestus narrowed his eyes at the captain in disbelief and gestured to the open seas. “Do you see something I don’t? This day is perfect.” The captain stayed silent, his brown dreary eyes shifting away from Adrestus. The Captain’s broad shoulders became stiff, and he nervously tightened his hat around his head. “I have gotten word. You had best stay alert,” And with that the Captain turned his heel, and Adrestus heart felt like it had sank to the bottom of the ocean. Adrestus stood there quietly for a moment, shook his head and went to help the other crew with the ropes on the mast. What could have the captain meant? It was a bit troubling, but work on the ship seemed to distract him. Soon enough he was making sure they had smooth sailing, as well as a clean ship. No, Adrestus didn’t shy from work when he had no choice but to. When they were finished, though, he set himself off to the side, in order to take in the evening atmosphere of sailing on the seas. This is where he wanted to be, forever.
Adrestus had to admit it was nice to have Sokari around on the ship, and he was relieved to have someone he could trust so close. He gripped the railing on near the bow, his hair wild with the wind in his face. He loved the taste of sea air, and the sky was clear as Helios set the sun to rest, and it began to set. The sky was painted with all sorts of colors, and Adrestus gave a soft smile. “Sokari.” He called out, moving his head to look behind him. The other man moved towards him and Adrestus weaved his arm around Sokari’s torso. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The waves were only slightly rough, the wind was cooperating, and the sky was one big blanket of color. To make it better, Sokari was there to keep him feeling on top of the world.
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What happened was a nightmare… but the event was a memory nonetheless.
The vessel creaked as the waves crashed below them as it swayed with the ocean current. It’s sails rolled against the wind along with the proud Athenia flag flapping, pulling them in the direction in which they wanted to go, and Adrestus took a deep breath, relaxing as his shoulders eased themselves. Ever since Tim had left for home, things had been different. It wasn’t the three of them, it was two- and Sokari was right beside him. Adrestus had tried to suggest that Sokari go home as well, knowing he himself had family but for some reason his friend refused to leave.
Adre was in his mind when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned quickly. “Yes sir.” Adre had always wanted his own ship, and he knew he was close, he just needed one more… “The seas are crowded today.” Adrestus narrowed his eyes at the captain in disbelief and gestured to the open seas. “Do you see something I don’t? This day is perfect.” The captain stayed silent, his brown dreary eyes shifting away from Adrestus. The Captain’s broad shoulders became stiff, and he nervously tightened his hat around his head. “I have gotten word. You had best stay alert,” And with that the Captain turned his heel, and Adrestus heart felt like it had sank to the bottom of the ocean. Adrestus stood there quietly for a moment, shook his head and went to help the other crew with the ropes on the mast. What could have the captain meant? It was a bit troubling, but work on the ship seemed to distract him. Soon enough he was making sure they had smooth sailing, as well as a clean ship. No, Adrestus didn’t shy from work when he had no choice but to. When they were finished, though, he set himself off to the side, in order to take in the evening atmosphere of sailing on the seas. This is where he wanted to be, forever.
Adrestus had to admit it was nice to have Sokari around on the ship, and he was relieved to have someone he could trust so close. He gripped the railing on near the bow, his hair wild with the wind in his face. He loved the taste of sea air, and the sky was clear as Helios set the sun to rest, and it began to set. The sky was painted with all sorts of colors, and Adrestus gave a soft smile. “Sokari.” He called out, moving his head to look behind him. The other man moved towards him and Adrestus weaved his arm around Sokari’s torso. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The waves were only slightly rough, the wind was cooperating, and the sky was one big blanket of color. To make it better, Sokari was there to keep him feeling on top of the world.
What happened was a nightmare… but the event was a memory nonetheless.
The vessel creaked as the waves crashed below them as it swayed with the ocean current. It’s sails rolled against the wind along with the proud Athenia flag flapping, pulling them in the direction in which they wanted to go, and Adrestus took a deep breath, relaxing as his shoulders eased themselves. Ever since Tim had left for home, things had been different. It wasn’t the three of them, it was two- and Sokari was right beside him. Adrestus had tried to suggest that Sokari go home as well, knowing he himself had family but for some reason his friend refused to leave.
Adre was in his mind when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned quickly. “Yes sir.” Adre had always wanted his own ship, and he knew he was close, he just needed one more… “The seas are crowded today.” Adrestus narrowed his eyes at the captain in disbelief and gestured to the open seas. “Do you see something I don’t? This day is perfect.” The captain stayed silent, his brown dreary eyes shifting away from Adrestus. The Captain’s broad shoulders became stiff, and he nervously tightened his hat around his head. “I have gotten word. You had best stay alert,” And with that the Captain turned his heel, and Adrestus heart felt like it had sank to the bottom of the ocean. Adrestus stood there quietly for a moment, shook his head and went to help the other crew with the ropes on the mast. What could have the captain meant? It was a bit troubling, but work on the ship seemed to distract him. Soon enough he was making sure they had smooth sailing, as well as a clean ship. No, Adrestus didn’t shy from work when he had no choice but to. When they were finished, though, he set himself off to the side, in order to take in the evening atmosphere of sailing on the seas. This is where he wanted to be, forever.
Adrestus had to admit it was nice to have Sokari around on the ship, and he was relieved to have someone he could trust so close. He gripped the railing on near the bow, his hair wild with the wind in his face. He loved the taste of sea air, and the sky was clear as Helios set the sun to rest, and it began to set. The sky was painted with all sorts of colors, and Adrestus gave a soft smile. “Sokari.” He called out, moving his head to look behind him. The other man moved towards him and Adrestus weaved his arm around Sokari’s torso. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The waves were only slightly rough, the wind was cooperating, and the sky was one big blanket of color. To make it better, Sokari was there to keep him feeling on top of the world.
The Aceton cut through the water, returning from a slave run in Athenia. They’d unloaded all of their slaves at the market, which satisfied her captain. He sat balanced on the railing, braiding long, sinuous fibers into small ropes that would later be worked into a much thicker rope. His dark eyes were focused on his rough hands when the call from the mast reached him. Looking up, he shaded his eyes against the red setting sun to watch the shadowed figure of Apollos pointing out to the horizon.
Lukos let the small piles of rope drop off his lap as he slid to the deck. Because he could not see much from here, that meant there wasn’t a ship imminent. As a result, his steps were not hurried as he drummed down the stairs and onto the mid-deck where the mast stood. Bracing one hand against the smooth wood, he took off his boots and began to scale the mast with the ease of someone having done this all his life. Once at the beam, to which the curled up sail was fastened, Lukos slid along it, his legs dangling to either side.
Apollos pointed again in the direction he had before. “Out there, captain. Looks to be a merchant vessel of some kind. Athenian, by the shape but can’t be terribly sure.”
Lukos smiled to himself and watched the black, oblong dot. “It’s a bit too late to say hello this evening,” he said. “Perhaps we’ll drop in at first light.”
“Aye, captain,” Apollos’s eyes stayed on the ship nestled against the setting sun on the horizon.
Lukos climbed down, hitting the deck intentionally hard on his heels. “Arktos!” he barked.
“Aye!” a booming voice bellowed back from the depths of the ship.
“Get up here, you lazy sack of meat!” Lukos snapped, frowning as a bald, brawny, giant emerged. Arktos was stripped to the waist and wet to the knee from rowing. His entire torso, from chest, to back, to shoulders, was covered in a dark layer of wiry hair, which had earned him the nickname Bear. The big man stumped along to the captain and put his enormous hands on his hips.
“Yeah?”
Pointing to the horizon, Lukos smirked at his first mate. “How do you feel about a little ship sinking, come morning?” Arktos grinned.
“Mighty good, captain.”
“I want the men to sleep now. We’ll row hard in the morning to catch up. And then she and her cargo will be ours.” Lukos watched in satisfaction as Arktos’s voice slapped across the ship, ordering the immediate tidying up and shutting down of the ship in preparation for the morning’s activities. The captain went down to his cabin to prepare for sleep. Tomorrow would be taxing and he wanted to be as energized as possible for the massacre he was going to enjoy.
The Aceton cut through the waters before the sun rose. Its oars moved in perfect unison to the drum beat being pounded out for the rowers. Lukos stood at the prow, only glancing back occasionally at the man standing at the tiller. The other ship was within view, sitting perfect and lovely, ready to be plowed into on its broadside.
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The Aceton cut through the water, returning from a slave run in Athenia. They’d unloaded all of their slaves at the market, which satisfied her captain. He sat balanced on the railing, braiding long, sinuous fibers into small ropes that would later be worked into a much thicker rope. His dark eyes were focused on his rough hands when the call from the mast reached him. Looking up, he shaded his eyes against the red setting sun to watch the shadowed figure of Apollos pointing out to the horizon.
Lukos let the small piles of rope drop off his lap as he slid to the deck. Because he could not see much from here, that meant there wasn’t a ship imminent. As a result, his steps were not hurried as he drummed down the stairs and onto the mid-deck where the mast stood. Bracing one hand against the smooth wood, he took off his boots and began to scale the mast with the ease of someone having done this all his life. Once at the beam, to which the curled up sail was fastened, Lukos slid along it, his legs dangling to either side.
Apollos pointed again in the direction he had before. “Out there, captain. Looks to be a merchant vessel of some kind. Athenian, by the shape but can’t be terribly sure.”
Lukos smiled to himself and watched the black, oblong dot. “It’s a bit too late to say hello this evening,” he said. “Perhaps we’ll drop in at first light.”
“Aye, captain,” Apollos’s eyes stayed on the ship nestled against the setting sun on the horizon.
Lukos climbed down, hitting the deck intentionally hard on his heels. “Arktos!” he barked.
“Aye!” a booming voice bellowed back from the depths of the ship.
“Get up here, you lazy sack of meat!” Lukos snapped, frowning as a bald, brawny, giant emerged. Arktos was stripped to the waist and wet to the knee from rowing. His entire torso, from chest, to back, to shoulders, was covered in a dark layer of wiry hair, which had earned him the nickname Bear. The big man stumped along to the captain and put his enormous hands on his hips.
“Yeah?”
Pointing to the horizon, Lukos smirked at his first mate. “How do you feel about a little ship sinking, come morning?” Arktos grinned.
“Mighty good, captain.”
“I want the men to sleep now. We’ll row hard in the morning to catch up. And then she and her cargo will be ours.” Lukos watched in satisfaction as Arktos’s voice slapped across the ship, ordering the immediate tidying up and shutting down of the ship in preparation for the morning’s activities. The captain went down to his cabin to prepare for sleep. Tomorrow would be taxing and he wanted to be as energized as possible for the massacre he was going to enjoy.
The Aceton cut through the waters before the sun rose. Its oars moved in perfect unison to the drum beat being pounded out for the rowers. Lukos stood at the prow, only glancing back occasionally at the man standing at the tiller. The other ship was within view, sitting perfect and lovely, ready to be plowed into on its broadside.
The Aceton cut through the water, returning from a slave run in Athenia. They’d unloaded all of their slaves at the market, which satisfied her captain. He sat balanced on the railing, braiding long, sinuous fibers into small ropes that would later be worked into a much thicker rope. His dark eyes were focused on his rough hands when the call from the mast reached him. Looking up, he shaded his eyes against the red setting sun to watch the shadowed figure of Apollos pointing out to the horizon.
Lukos let the small piles of rope drop off his lap as he slid to the deck. Because he could not see much from here, that meant there wasn’t a ship imminent. As a result, his steps were not hurried as he drummed down the stairs and onto the mid-deck where the mast stood. Bracing one hand against the smooth wood, he took off his boots and began to scale the mast with the ease of someone having done this all his life. Once at the beam, to which the curled up sail was fastened, Lukos slid along it, his legs dangling to either side.
Apollos pointed again in the direction he had before. “Out there, captain. Looks to be a merchant vessel of some kind. Athenian, by the shape but can’t be terribly sure.”
Lukos smiled to himself and watched the black, oblong dot. “It’s a bit too late to say hello this evening,” he said. “Perhaps we’ll drop in at first light.”
“Aye, captain,” Apollos’s eyes stayed on the ship nestled against the setting sun on the horizon.
Lukos climbed down, hitting the deck intentionally hard on his heels. “Arktos!” he barked.
“Aye!” a booming voice bellowed back from the depths of the ship.
“Get up here, you lazy sack of meat!” Lukos snapped, frowning as a bald, brawny, giant emerged. Arktos was stripped to the waist and wet to the knee from rowing. His entire torso, from chest, to back, to shoulders, was covered in a dark layer of wiry hair, which had earned him the nickname Bear. The big man stumped along to the captain and put his enormous hands on his hips.
“Yeah?”
Pointing to the horizon, Lukos smirked at his first mate. “How do you feel about a little ship sinking, come morning?” Arktos grinned.
“Mighty good, captain.”
“I want the men to sleep now. We’ll row hard in the morning to catch up. And then she and her cargo will be ours.” Lukos watched in satisfaction as Arktos’s voice slapped across the ship, ordering the immediate tidying up and shutting down of the ship in preparation for the morning’s activities. The captain went down to his cabin to prepare for sleep. Tomorrow would be taxing and he wanted to be as energized as possible for the massacre he was going to enjoy.
The Aceton cut through the waters before the sun rose. Its oars moved in perfect unison to the drum beat being pounded out for the rowers. Lukos stood at the prow, only glancing back occasionally at the man standing at the tiller. The other ship was within view, sitting perfect and lovely, ready to be plowed into on its broadside.
The captain was on edge more than Adrestus was. It was a perfect evening and Posiden had blessed them with calm waves. What made it even better was Sokari, who was right by his side. Tim was missing, but he guessed he couldn’t have everything. He tried to have the Captain relax and if there was something on the horizon, they would deal with it when it came. In Adrestus’s mind, there was nothing to worry about. Sokari and Adrestus got the boat ready for nightfall, along with the other sailors on the ship. It was a pretty strong vessel- not the most expensive, but it could carry it’s own. Personally, Adrestus had been planning to buy the ship for himself, for his crew someday, and bring his family more success. But he would continue to work on that. As soon as Helios had gone away, with little light in the sky, Adrestus excused himself to his room.
Adrestus slept well, the saltwater air and the rocking of the ship soothing him. He didn’t sleep in, however, and got up just a few hours later. Today they would have to plan for their trip further north, and it was best to get ready before the gods woke themselves. He made his way to the Captain’s quarters, which he was invited because the captain knew the nobleman wanted his ship one day, dressed and feeling prepared for the day to come. His mind was focused on the near future, and what they would have to do to set up for more business, and so he didn’t even have a thought to look out into the water. As he came into the captain’s room, the first mate was already there, peering over papers of calculations and maps. Adrestus moved closer to the men and began the meeting.
Sokari’s voice was heard in the distance, and Adrestus looked up from the table. He looked over at the captain in confusion. “Do you hear something?”
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The captain was on edge more than Adrestus was. It was a perfect evening and Posiden had blessed them with calm waves. What made it even better was Sokari, who was right by his side. Tim was missing, but he guessed he couldn’t have everything. He tried to have the Captain relax and if there was something on the horizon, they would deal with it when it came. In Adrestus’s mind, there was nothing to worry about. Sokari and Adrestus got the boat ready for nightfall, along with the other sailors on the ship. It was a pretty strong vessel- not the most expensive, but it could carry it’s own. Personally, Adrestus had been planning to buy the ship for himself, for his crew someday, and bring his family more success. But he would continue to work on that. As soon as Helios had gone away, with little light in the sky, Adrestus excused himself to his room.
Adrestus slept well, the saltwater air and the rocking of the ship soothing him. He didn’t sleep in, however, and got up just a few hours later. Today they would have to plan for their trip further north, and it was best to get ready before the gods woke themselves. He made his way to the Captain’s quarters, which he was invited because the captain knew the nobleman wanted his ship one day, dressed and feeling prepared for the day to come. His mind was focused on the near future, and what they would have to do to set up for more business, and so he didn’t even have a thought to look out into the water. As he came into the captain’s room, the first mate was already there, peering over papers of calculations and maps. Adrestus moved closer to the men and began the meeting.
Sokari’s voice was heard in the distance, and Adrestus looked up from the table. He looked over at the captain in confusion. “Do you hear something?”
The captain was on edge more than Adrestus was. It was a perfect evening and Posiden had blessed them with calm waves. What made it even better was Sokari, who was right by his side. Tim was missing, but he guessed he couldn’t have everything. He tried to have the Captain relax and if there was something on the horizon, they would deal with it when it came. In Adrestus’s mind, there was nothing to worry about. Sokari and Adrestus got the boat ready for nightfall, along with the other sailors on the ship. It was a pretty strong vessel- not the most expensive, but it could carry it’s own. Personally, Adrestus had been planning to buy the ship for himself, for his crew someday, and bring his family more success. But he would continue to work on that. As soon as Helios had gone away, with little light in the sky, Adrestus excused himself to his room.
Adrestus slept well, the saltwater air and the rocking of the ship soothing him. He didn’t sleep in, however, and got up just a few hours later. Today they would have to plan for their trip further north, and it was best to get ready before the gods woke themselves. He made his way to the Captain’s quarters, which he was invited because the captain knew the nobleman wanted his ship one day, dressed and feeling prepared for the day to come. His mind was focused on the near future, and what they would have to do to set up for more business, and so he didn’t even have a thought to look out into the water. As he came into the captain’s room, the first mate was already there, peering over papers of calculations and maps. Adrestus moved closer to the men and began the meeting.
Sokari’s voice was heard in the distance, and Adrestus looked up from the table. He looked over at the captain in confusion. “Do you hear something?”
Some of his crew were down in the middle of the ship, sitting on the benches and rowing hard to make the Aceton practically fly through the water. Others of his crew were waiting below deck, armed to the teeth, waiting. Still others were braced against the railings, ready for the onslaught. Lukos himself was staring down the ship as it pulled sharply into focus. There was no way the sailors on the other ship couldn’t have seen them by now. They were too close and at the moment, the way they were coming up on them fast, the intent was clear; he was going to ram them.
He grinned as the thrill of the hunt grazed up his spine. Either he or the other captain would die today. That was the best part about sea battles. The one being alive and breathing on the other side of it, knowing the men he sent to Poseidon were not enough to take him down to hades just yet. Someday, someone would. Who that might be? He didn’t know. Could be someone he’d already met, could be a total stranger. His life was a dangerous one.
Today, however, he didn’t think he would lose. This ship had taken no measures to either outrun him or even respond. This had to be a merchant vessel - one hopefully loaded down with goods.
“Brace for impact!” he roared. His voice carried over the deck and beneath. The crew steeled themselves. His pupils were fully dilated as he watched the prow of his ship carry straight into the broadside of the merchant’s ship. Wood splintered, men screamed. The resounding crash was deafening. He would have been knocked completely off his feet by the impact if he was not gripping onto the railing so hard.
“Go! Go! Go!” he shouted as soon as his teeth quit jarring together from the ship’s carry through vibrations. Arktos was suddenly there, throwing hooks with ropes over to the other ship, tethering it to the Aceton. Pirates poured from this to the next, swords out and ready to murder and plunder whatever they found.
Lukos tore into the fray, grinning like a lunatic and out for blood. The ships bobbed hard up and down on the water. Waves rippled out from the crash. Dolphins rose from the depths, curious about the sound. Sharks would soon be circling too, drawn by the dolphins. The scream of metal against metal filled the air and Lukos laughed, slashing his sword across the belly of the first man who attempted to take him on.
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Some of his crew were down in the middle of the ship, sitting on the benches and rowing hard to make the Aceton practically fly through the water. Others of his crew were waiting below deck, armed to the teeth, waiting. Still others were braced against the railings, ready for the onslaught. Lukos himself was staring down the ship as it pulled sharply into focus. There was no way the sailors on the other ship couldn’t have seen them by now. They were too close and at the moment, the way they were coming up on them fast, the intent was clear; he was going to ram them.
He grinned as the thrill of the hunt grazed up his spine. Either he or the other captain would die today. That was the best part about sea battles. The one being alive and breathing on the other side of it, knowing the men he sent to Poseidon were not enough to take him down to hades just yet. Someday, someone would. Who that might be? He didn’t know. Could be someone he’d already met, could be a total stranger. His life was a dangerous one.
Today, however, he didn’t think he would lose. This ship had taken no measures to either outrun him or even respond. This had to be a merchant vessel - one hopefully loaded down with goods.
“Brace for impact!” he roared. His voice carried over the deck and beneath. The crew steeled themselves. His pupils were fully dilated as he watched the prow of his ship carry straight into the broadside of the merchant’s ship. Wood splintered, men screamed. The resounding crash was deafening. He would have been knocked completely off his feet by the impact if he was not gripping onto the railing so hard.
“Go! Go! Go!” he shouted as soon as his teeth quit jarring together from the ship’s carry through vibrations. Arktos was suddenly there, throwing hooks with ropes over to the other ship, tethering it to the Aceton. Pirates poured from this to the next, swords out and ready to murder and plunder whatever they found.
Lukos tore into the fray, grinning like a lunatic and out for blood. The ships bobbed hard up and down on the water. Waves rippled out from the crash. Dolphins rose from the depths, curious about the sound. Sharks would soon be circling too, drawn by the dolphins. The scream of metal against metal filled the air and Lukos laughed, slashing his sword across the belly of the first man who attempted to take him on.
Some of his crew were down in the middle of the ship, sitting on the benches and rowing hard to make the Aceton practically fly through the water. Others of his crew were waiting below deck, armed to the teeth, waiting. Still others were braced against the railings, ready for the onslaught. Lukos himself was staring down the ship as it pulled sharply into focus. There was no way the sailors on the other ship couldn’t have seen them by now. They were too close and at the moment, the way they were coming up on them fast, the intent was clear; he was going to ram them.
He grinned as the thrill of the hunt grazed up his spine. Either he or the other captain would die today. That was the best part about sea battles. The one being alive and breathing on the other side of it, knowing the men he sent to Poseidon were not enough to take him down to hades just yet. Someday, someone would. Who that might be? He didn’t know. Could be someone he’d already met, could be a total stranger. His life was a dangerous one.
Today, however, he didn’t think he would lose. This ship had taken no measures to either outrun him or even respond. This had to be a merchant vessel - one hopefully loaded down with goods.
“Brace for impact!” he roared. His voice carried over the deck and beneath. The crew steeled themselves. His pupils were fully dilated as he watched the prow of his ship carry straight into the broadside of the merchant’s ship. Wood splintered, men screamed. The resounding crash was deafening. He would have been knocked completely off his feet by the impact if he was not gripping onto the railing so hard.
“Go! Go! Go!” he shouted as soon as his teeth quit jarring together from the ship’s carry through vibrations. Arktos was suddenly there, throwing hooks with ropes over to the other ship, tethering it to the Aceton. Pirates poured from this to the next, swords out and ready to murder and plunder whatever they found.
Lukos tore into the fray, grinning like a lunatic and out for blood. The ships bobbed hard up and down on the water. Waves rippled out from the crash. Dolphins rose from the depths, curious about the sound. Sharks would soon be circling too, drawn by the dolphins. The scream of metal against metal filled the air and Lukos laughed, slashing his sword across the belly of the first man who attempted to take him on.
Adrestus ambled his way across the ship's deck towards the captain's quarters, his mind off thinking about the business they were going to conduct at the next port. The maps and calculations were all over the table as he walked in, and before they even got to really start the meeting, Adrestus was distracted by his friend's voice. What was….
Adrestus took no time in barging out the captain's door into frantic air. Their vessel creaked and groaned under the weight of the other ship that was diving squarely into them. He braced against the floor of the vessel to rebalance himself. "Sokari!" Adrestus roared, clutching a sword that was still hanging at his waist. He needed Sokari beside him as he tried to calm his panicked mind. His thoughts were whirling. How could this have happened?! The sailors on his ship were howling as pirates surrounded, and Adrestus eyes glanced every which way. Finally, he found Sokari running from one of the pirates, and with swift action, Adrestus lunged his sword at the attacking pirate to save his friend.
He grabbed Sokari's arm to keep him from being lost from him, his eyes wide. "Sokari, I need you to stay alive." His breath took much effort as it was being stolen from the surprise and panic of the situation. He knew the ship was going to get swallowed up by the sea, and while he had his full faith that Poseidon would keep them safe, well… all he could think about was keeping himself and Sokari safe. Adrestus and Sokari both looked at each other and looked at their shipmates getting slaughtered by the pirates. Blood was everywhere, and for a moment, it felt to Adrestus that they weren't even there, just watching as his whole world began to crumble.
Adrestus broke the trance by jabbing his sharp sword at the pirate that was getting too close. "SOKARI GO! Curse these pirates!" Adrestus screamed as he started to fight, trying to stay alive at the same time. He needed to figure out a plan, but for now, he'd fight. He was a much better swordsman than Sokari, for sure… Sokari just started running again, looking for any way to help Adrestus. Any escape plan they could use… Or, better yet, any bargaining chip to bargain their way out of this. Adrestus continued to fight, but he was also getting scratched up, beaten… for now, though, he was keeping the pirates from the captain's quarters. And, even better, keeping them away from Sokari… He however, hadn't even seen the pirate captain yet.
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Adrestus ambled his way across the ship's deck towards the captain's quarters, his mind off thinking about the business they were going to conduct at the next port. The maps and calculations were all over the table as he walked in, and before they even got to really start the meeting, Adrestus was distracted by his friend's voice. What was….
Adrestus took no time in barging out the captain's door into frantic air. Their vessel creaked and groaned under the weight of the other ship that was diving squarely into them. He braced against the floor of the vessel to rebalance himself. "Sokari!" Adrestus roared, clutching a sword that was still hanging at his waist. He needed Sokari beside him as he tried to calm his panicked mind. His thoughts were whirling. How could this have happened?! The sailors on his ship were howling as pirates surrounded, and Adrestus eyes glanced every which way. Finally, he found Sokari running from one of the pirates, and with swift action, Adrestus lunged his sword at the attacking pirate to save his friend.
He grabbed Sokari's arm to keep him from being lost from him, his eyes wide. "Sokari, I need you to stay alive." His breath took much effort as it was being stolen from the surprise and panic of the situation. He knew the ship was going to get swallowed up by the sea, and while he had his full faith that Poseidon would keep them safe, well… all he could think about was keeping himself and Sokari safe. Adrestus and Sokari both looked at each other and looked at their shipmates getting slaughtered by the pirates. Blood was everywhere, and for a moment, it felt to Adrestus that they weren't even there, just watching as his whole world began to crumble.
Adrestus broke the trance by jabbing his sharp sword at the pirate that was getting too close. "SOKARI GO! Curse these pirates!" Adrestus screamed as he started to fight, trying to stay alive at the same time. He needed to figure out a plan, but for now, he'd fight. He was a much better swordsman than Sokari, for sure… Sokari just started running again, looking for any way to help Adrestus. Any escape plan they could use… Or, better yet, any bargaining chip to bargain their way out of this. Adrestus continued to fight, but he was also getting scratched up, beaten… for now, though, he was keeping the pirates from the captain's quarters. And, even better, keeping them away from Sokari… He however, hadn't even seen the pirate captain yet.
Adrestus ambled his way across the ship's deck towards the captain's quarters, his mind off thinking about the business they were going to conduct at the next port. The maps and calculations were all over the table as he walked in, and before they even got to really start the meeting, Adrestus was distracted by his friend's voice. What was….
Adrestus took no time in barging out the captain's door into frantic air. Their vessel creaked and groaned under the weight of the other ship that was diving squarely into them. He braced against the floor of the vessel to rebalance himself. "Sokari!" Adrestus roared, clutching a sword that was still hanging at his waist. He needed Sokari beside him as he tried to calm his panicked mind. His thoughts were whirling. How could this have happened?! The sailors on his ship were howling as pirates surrounded, and Adrestus eyes glanced every which way. Finally, he found Sokari running from one of the pirates, and with swift action, Adrestus lunged his sword at the attacking pirate to save his friend.
He grabbed Sokari's arm to keep him from being lost from him, his eyes wide. "Sokari, I need you to stay alive." His breath took much effort as it was being stolen from the surprise and panic of the situation. He knew the ship was going to get swallowed up by the sea, and while he had his full faith that Poseidon would keep them safe, well… all he could think about was keeping himself and Sokari safe. Adrestus and Sokari both looked at each other and looked at their shipmates getting slaughtered by the pirates. Blood was everywhere, and for a moment, it felt to Adrestus that they weren't even there, just watching as his whole world began to crumble.
Adrestus broke the trance by jabbing his sharp sword at the pirate that was getting too close. "SOKARI GO! Curse these pirates!" Adrestus screamed as he started to fight, trying to stay alive at the same time. He needed to figure out a plan, but for now, he'd fight. He was a much better swordsman than Sokari, for sure… Sokari just started running again, looking for any way to help Adrestus. Any escape plan they could use… Or, better yet, any bargaining chip to bargain their way out of this. Adrestus continued to fight, but he was also getting scratched up, beaten… for now, though, he was keeping the pirates from the captain's quarters. And, even better, keeping them away from Sokari… He however, hadn't even seen the pirate captain yet.
Though the Aceton rammed into the other ship, it would still take at least a few hours for the vessel to sink completely. Ships naturally took on a little sea water here and there and were designed with safety measures in place to ensure that they did not sink at the first buckle of the hull. The most damage done to this ship was in its side that would only allow water to leak into it slowly. If the sailors were left alone and diligent, this ship and her crew could probably limp ino the nearest port to begin repairs. But Lukos wasn’t going to allow that. He’d take a hatchet to the ship’s timbers himself if necessary, after he’d relieved her of her cargo and any useful persons aboard.
His entire purpose in this was not actually to slake some sort of bloodlust, but with the sight of his sword slashing across the belly of the man rushing him, and the spray of blood splattering his hands, he did find it invigorating. The absolute power over life and death, the scent of salt water and the tang of blood - it was a rush he’d never experienced anywhere else but on the Aegean. He looked into the wide green eyes of the man he’d just sentenced to an agonizing death and watched him drop to the deck, gasping like a fish, the man’s mouth opening and closing but taking in almost no air.
A blur came at him and he ducked a fist aimed at his face but caught the punch to his gut. Lukos stumbled back into one of his own men, who shoved him backwards, toward the man who was intent on hitting him again. Slashing upward with his sword, he caught his opponent in the face, cleaving the meat of the man’s jaw in two. He did not know what became of that person, because he was moving across the deck, hacking and stabbing as he went, his dark eyes on the dark square in the deck’s center that would lead him and those with him down to the cargo hold, but first he needed to take control of the ship.
Lukos edged closer and closer to the hold, his men flanking him on either side. The wood of the deck glistened red, slick with blood and the evacuated bowls of the dying. Those who thought battle and war and hostile takeovers of ships was some glorious, clean, pretty thing were sorely mistaken. It was a furious, disgusting business. To avoid the pirates, some of the sailors jumped into the ocean, willing to take their chances there, rather than at the edge of a sword.
Ahead of him, he spotted a young man, not too many years younger than himself, fighting valiantly and holding his own. Lukos cared nothing for honor but he did like spirit when he saw it and this kid looked to have it in spades. “You,” he shouted in Adrestsus’s direction. “I’m coming for you.” Either he will murder this boy, or they’d have a civil discussion. There wasn’t an inbetween.
“Where’s your captain?” Lukos smiled at Adrestus once he got close enough. Most of the top deck was subdued by his men, with the sailors of this ship either surrendering or laying face down in their own blood. “Get him up here so I can kill him and maybe, maybe I will spare you,” he said, bringing the tip of his sword right up beneath Adrestus’s chin.
Behind him, Arktos trumped up, leering at Adrestus who looked dwarfed in the first mate’s shadow. Apollos stood on the far end of the deck, already working with others to hogtie a few injured but salvageable sailors together. Catos, an older scraggly man, flanked Lukos’s left, standing with his sword poised to slash into Adrestus at the slightest sign that the boy might do something silly or have some misguided heroics.
Splatters of blood coated Lukos’s handsome face. His dark hair was wild and curly from the salt and the wind, and his clothes were drenched in crimson and sweat. He was not alone in his gruesome appearance. Any man who’d fought in this battle looked much the same and to Lukos, Adrestus looked every bit as grisly, but he was counting on this kid not having experience in murder. He wanted him to be pliable and not difficult.
“Be a good lad and call him up from wherever he is,” Lukos continued. “Or have I killed him already?” Of Lukos’s crew of pirates, a few were dead or on their way to dying, but this was a dangerous way of life. The loss was something he’d been prepared for when he undertook this little enterprise. He was toying with the idea of offering Adrestus a place on his crew to replace some of his lost men...if the boy obeyed and did as he was told.
Gulls flew overhead, squawking and circling, every bit as bad as vultures out here where food could be scarce. Oceans could be like deserts in that way - no fresh water, no immediately available food to eat, unless you were able to catch enough fish to sustain yourself, and even then, you had to wait for rain to get water, and on the Aegean, it didn’t rain over much. The white birds swooped down, landing on the rails and deck, pecking at a few bodies - testing them for movement, and flapping away if the man groaned or twitched...but not too far.
Circle of life, playing out all around them while Lukos waited for an answer.
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Though the Aceton rammed into the other ship, it would still take at least a few hours for the vessel to sink completely. Ships naturally took on a little sea water here and there and were designed with safety measures in place to ensure that they did not sink at the first buckle of the hull. The most damage done to this ship was in its side that would only allow water to leak into it slowly. If the sailors were left alone and diligent, this ship and her crew could probably limp ino the nearest port to begin repairs. But Lukos wasn’t going to allow that. He’d take a hatchet to the ship’s timbers himself if necessary, after he’d relieved her of her cargo and any useful persons aboard.
His entire purpose in this was not actually to slake some sort of bloodlust, but with the sight of his sword slashing across the belly of the man rushing him, and the spray of blood splattering his hands, he did find it invigorating. The absolute power over life and death, the scent of salt water and the tang of blood - it was a rush he’d never experienced anywhere else but on the Aegean. He looked into the wide green eyes of the man he’d just sentenced to an agonizing death and watched him drop to the deck, gasping like a fish, the man’s mouth opening and closing but taking in almost no air.
A blur came at him and he ducked a fist aimed at his face but caught the punch to his gut. Lukos stumbled back into one of his own men, who shoved him backwards, toward the man who was intent on hitting him again. Slashing upward with his sword, he caught his opponent in the face, cleaving the meat of the man’s jaw in two. He did not know what became of that person, because he was moving across the deck, hacking and stabbing as he went, his dark eyes on the dark square in the deck’s center that would lead him and those with him down to the cargo hold, but first he needed to take control of the ship.
Lukos edged closer and closer to the hold, his men flanking him on either side. The wood of the deck glistened red, slick with blood and the evacuated bowls of the dying. Those who thought battle and war and hostile takeovers of ships was some glorious, clean, pretty thing were sorely mistaken. It was a furious, disgusting business. To avoid the pirates, some of the sailors jumped into the ocean, willing to take their chances there, rather than at the edge of a sword.
Ahead of him, he spotted a young man, not too many years younger than himself, fighting valiantly and holding his own. Lukos cared nothing for honor but he did like spirit when he saw it and this kid looked to have it in spades. “You,” he shouted in Adrestsus’s direction. “I’m coming for you.” Either he will murder this boy, or they’d have a civil discussion. There wasn’t an inbetween.
“Where’s your captain?” Lukos smiled at Adrestus once he got close enough. Most of the top deck was subdued by his men, with the sailors of this ship either surrendering or laying face down in their own blood. “Get him up here so I can kill him and maybe, maybe I will spare you,” he said, bringing the tip of his sword right up beneath Adrestus’s chin.
Behind him, Arktos trumped up, leering at Adrestus who looked dwarfed in the first mate’s shadow. Apollos stood on the far end of the deck, already working with others to hogtie a few injured but salvageable sailors together. Catos, an older scraggly man, flanked Lukos’s left, standing with his sword poised to slash into Adrestus at the slightest sign that the boy might do something silly or have some misguided heroics.
Splatters of blood coated Lukos’s handsome face. His dark hair was wild and curly from the salt and the wind, and his clothes were drenched in crimson and sweat. He was not alone in his gruesome appearance. Any man who’d fought in this battle looked much the same and to Lukos, Adrestus looked every bit as grisly, but he was counting on this kid not having experience in murder. He wanted him to be pliable and not difficult.
“Be a good lad and call him up from wherever he is,” Lukos continued. “Or have I killed him already?” Of Lukos’s crew of pirates, a few were dead or on their way to dying, but this was a dangerous way of life. The loss was something he’d been prepared for when he undertook this little enterprise. He was toying with the idea of offering Adrestus a place on his crew to replace some of his lost men...if the boy obeyed and did as he was told.
Gulls flew overhead, squawking and circling, every bit as bad as vultures out here where food could be scarce. Oceans could be like deserts in that way - no fresh water, no immediately available food to eat, unless you were able to catch enough fish to sustain yourself, and even then, you had to wait for rain to get water, and on the Aegean, it didn’t rain over much. The white birds swooped down, landing on the rails and deck, pecking at a few bodies - testing them for movement, and flapping away if the man groaned or twitched...but not too far.
Circle of life, playing out all around them while Lukos waited for an answer.
Though the Aceton rammed into the other ship, it would still take at least a few hours for the vessel to sink completely. Ships naturally took on a little sea water here and there and were designed with safety measures in place to ensure that they did not sink at the first buckle of the hull. The most damage done to this ship was in its side that would only allow water to leak into it slowly. If the sailors were left alone and diligent, this ship and her crew could probably limp ino the nearest port to begin repairs. But Lukos wasn’t going to allow that. He’d take a hatchet to the ship’s timbers himself if necessary, after he’d relieved her of her cargo and any useful persons aboard.
His entire purpose in this was not actually to slake some sort of bloodlust, but with the sight of his sword slashing across the belly of the man rushing him, and the spray of blood splattering his hands, he did find it invigorating. The absolute power over life and death, the scent of salt water and the tang of blood - it was a rush he’d never experienced anywhere else but on the Aegean. He looked into the wide green eyes of the man he’d just sentenced to an agonizing death and watched him drop to the deck, gasping like a fish, the man’s mouth opening and closing but taking in almost no air.
A blur came at him and he ducked a fist aimed at his face but caught the punch to his gut. Lukos stumbled back into one of his own men, who shoved him backwards, toward the man who was intent on hitting him again. Slashing upward with his sword, he caught his opponent in the face, cleaving the meat of the man’s jaw in two. He did not know what became of that person, because he was moving across the deck, hacking and stabbing as he went, his dark eyes on the dark square in the deck’s center that would lead him and those with him down to the cargo hold, but first he needed to take control of the ship.
Lukos edged closer and closer to the hold, his men flanking him on either side. The wood of the deck glistened red, slick with blood and the evacuated bowls of the dying. Those who thought battle and war and hostile takeovers of ships was some glorious, clean, pretty thing were sorely mistaken. It was a furious, disgusting business. To avoid the pirates, some of the sailors jumped into the ocean, willing to take their chances there, rather than at the edge of a sword.
Ahead of him, he spotted a young man, not too many years younger than himself, fighting valiantly and holding his own. Lukos cared nothing for honor but he did like spirit when he saw it and this kid looked to have it in spades. “You,” he shouted in Adrestsus’s direction. “I’m coming for you.” Either he will murder this boy, or they’d have a civil discussion. There wasn’t an inbetween.
“Where’s your captain?” Lukos smiled at Adrestus once he got close enough. Most of the top deck was subdued by his men, with the sailors of this ship either surrendering or laying face down in their own blood. “Get him up here so I can kill him and maybe, maybe I will spare you,” he said, bringing the tip of his sword right up beneath Adrestus’s chin.
Behind him, Arktos trumped up, leering at Adrestus who looked dwarfed in the first mate’s shadow. Apollos stood on the far end of the deck, already working with others to hogtie a few injured but salvageable sailors together. Catos, an older scraggly man, flanked Lukos’s left, standing with his sword poised to slash into Adrestus at the slightest sign that the boy might do something silly or have some misguided heroics.
Splatters of blood coated Lukos’s handsome face. His dark hair was wild and curly from the salt and the wind, and his clothes were drenched in crimson and sweat. He was not alone in his gruesome appearance. Any man who’d fought in this battle looked much the same and to Lukos, Adrestus looked every bit as grisly, but he was counting on this kid not having experience in murder. He wanted him to be pliable and not difficult.
“Be a good lad and call him up from wherever he is,” Lukos continued. “Or have I killed him already?” Of Lukos’s crew of pirates, a few were dead or on their way to dying, but this was a dangerous way of life. The loss was something he’d been prepared for when he undertook this little enterprise. He was toying with the idea of offering Adrestus a place on his crew to replace some of his lost men...if the boy obeyed and did as he was told.
Gulls flew overhead, squawking and circling, every bit as bad as vultures out here where food could be scarce. Oceans could be like deserts in that way - no fresh water, no immediately available food to eat, unless you were able to catch enough fish to sustain yourself, and even then, you had to wait for rain to get water, and on the Aegean, it didn’t rain over much. The white birds swooped down, landing on the rails and deck, pecking at a few bodies - testing them for movement, and flapping away if the man groaned or twitched...but not too far.
Circle of life, playing out all around them while Lukos waited for an answer.
It was a nightmare scene. Adrestus couldn’t really believe it was happening, but then again, that was the risk of the seas. Pirates. They were the worst of mankind, and then some. He saw his ship slowly going down in pieces, including the other sailors on the ship. Sokari was okay… for now, and he just prayed to Poseidon they’d be able to get out of this alive. It wasn’t looking too good for any of them, however, and Adrestus felt like he was fighting for his and Sokari’s life. He wielded his sword, blocking and tearing at the pirates, his heart beating rapidly in panic. Adrestus was doing well enough to keep the Pirates from killing him, but he wasn’t going to stop until they were all dead. Or at least until they could find an escape.
He punched one of the pirates out cold before he heard the voice. Must be… Adrestus whipped around to see what was obviously the captain of the pirate ship looking and pointing straight at him. *Fuck.* He wondered if he could try to escape, but there was no easy way… and he knew the pirates would come after him immediately if the captain ordered it. Adrestus froze, his eyes filled with absolute anger, and murder. He felt his fingers tightening around his sword’s hilt that was at his side, and he braced himself. His lips twisted into a frown, looking right into Lukos’s eyes to not show fear. At this point, he didn’t know where Sokari was… but he wasn’t about to move, either. Lukos continued to talk, and Adrestus continued to stand his ground. He glared at Lukos, but didn’t say a word. He wanted the captain, but Adrestus wasn’t about to obey.
He wondered if Saro was on Lukos’s ship. He hadn't seen him but.... He felt his heart break at the thought, and his mind started to swim, or better yet, drown in sorrow. This was his whole world… pirates were the enemy. Always the enemy. He felt defeated, and just absolutely desperate. He wasn’t going to give anything to Lukos, and didn’t want anything more than to slit that smile of his right off him. But, Adrestus continued his silence, but stood his ground. Confident, defiant and mad.
He didn’t take any mind as gulls started to swoop in, and the young sailor only hoped Sokari was safe… somewhere. If he was dead then…. Well, he might as well be dead to. Adrestus couldn’t live without his friends… Finally, Adrestus started to move, carefully, and slowly, raising his sword. “You will….” Before he could finish what he was saying, Adrestus was suddenly yanked back. The sailor fell to the side, and was immediately knocked out by hitting the head on the railing, and fell onto the floor with a quick *thud.*
Sokari.
The man was standing with not one but two swords, blood splattered all over him. If it was his blood, you couldn't tell, but his clothes were disheveled, his hair this way and that, and his eyes were… probably the most terrifying thing you could see. Sokari had been fighting too, and had been fighting perhaps a little *better* then Adre had been. With one pull, he heaved Adrestus’s sleeping form beside his feet, away from Lukos. “Let’s make a deal, pirate!” He yelled, hoping, and praying to Poseidon that he and Adrestus would make it out alive. He didn’t care if he would have to give up the captain, money…. He just wanted him and his friend to stay alive.
“Let my friend and I go, and I will give you….. anything you want.”
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It was a nightmare scene. Adrestus couldn’t really believe it was happening, but then again, that was the risk of the seas. Pirates. They were the worst of mankind, and then some. He saw his ship slowly going down in pieces, including the other sailors on the ship. Sokari was okay… for now, and he just prayed to Poseidon they’d be able to get out of this alive. It wasn’t looking too good for any of them, however, and Adrestus felt like he was fighting for his and Sokari’s life. He wielded his sword, blocking and tearing at the pirates, his heart beating rapidly in panic. Adrestus was doing well enough to keep the Pirates from killing him, but he wasn’t going to stop until they were all dead. Or at least until they could find an escape.
He punched one of the pirates out cold before he heard the voice. Must be… Adrestus whipped around to see what was obviously the captain of the pirate ship looking and pointing straight at him. *Fuck.* He wondered if he could try to escape, but there was no easy way… and he knew the pirates would come after him immediately if the captain ordered it. Adrestus froze, his eyes filled with absolute anger, and murder. He felt his fingers tightening around his sword’s hilt that was at his side, and he braced himself. His lips twisted into a frown, looking right into Lukos’s eyes to not show fear. At this point, he didn’t know where Sokari was… but he wasn’t about to move, either. Lukos continued to talk, and Adrestus continued to stand his ground. He glared at Lukos, but didn’t say a word. He wanted the captain, but Adrestus wasn’t about to obey.
He wondered if Saro was on Lukos’s ship. He hadn't seen him but.... He felt his heart break at the thought, and his mind started to swim, or better yet, drown in sorrow. This was his whole world… pirates were the enemy. Always the enemy. He felt defeated, and just absolutely desperate. He wasn’t going to give anything to Lukos, and didn’t want anything more than to slit that smile of his right off him. But, Adrestus continued his silence, but stood his ground. Confident, defiant and mad.
He didn’t take any mind as gulls started to swoop in, and the young sailor only hoped Sokari was safe… somewhere. If he was dead then…. Well, he might as well be dead to. Adrestus couldn’t live without his friends… Finally, Adrestus started to move, carefully, and slowly, raising his sword. “You will….” Before he could finish what he was saying, Adrestus was suddenly yanked back. The sailor fell to the side, and was immediately knocked out by hitting the head on the railing, and fell onto the floor with a quick *thud.*
Sokari.
The man was standing with not one but two swords, blood splattered all over him. If it was his blood, you couldn't tell, but his clothes were disheveled, his hair this way and that, and his eyes were… probably the most terrifying thing you could see. Sokari had been fighting too, and had been fighting perhaps a little *better* then Adre had been. With one pull, he heaved Adrestus’s sleeping form beside his feet, away from Lukos. “Let’s make a deal, pirate!” He yelled, hoping, and praying to Poseidon that he and Adrestus would make it out alive. He didn’t care if he would have to give up the captain, money…. He just wanted him and his friend to stay alive.
“Let my friend and I go, and I will give you….. anything you want.”
It was a nightmare scene. Adrestus couldn’t really believe it was happening, but then again, that was the risk of the seas. Pirates. They were the worst of mankind, and then some. He saw his ship slowly going down in pieces, including the other sailors on the ship. Sokari was okay… for now, and he just prayed to Poseidon they’d be able to get out of this alive. It wasn’t looking too good for any of them, however, and Adrestus felt like he was fighting for his and Sokari’s life. He wielded his sword, blocking and tearing at the pirates, his heart beating rapidly in panic. Adrestus was doing well enough to keep the Pirates from killing him, but he wasn’t going to stop until they were all dead. Or at least until they could find an escape.
He punched one of the pirates out cold before he heard the voice. Must be… Adrestus whipped around to see what was obviously the captain of the pirate ship looking and pointing straight at him. *Fuck.* He wondered if he could try to escape, but there was no easy way… and he knew the pirates would come after him immediately if the captain ordered it. Adrestus froze, his eyes filled with absolute anger, and murder. He felt his fingers tightening around his sword’s hilt that was at his side, and he braced himself. His lips twisted into a frown, looking right into Lukos’s eyes to not show fear. At this point, he didn’t know where Sokari was… but he wasn’t about to move, either. Lukos continued to talk, and Adrestus continued to stand his ground. He glared at Lukos, but didn’t say a word. He wanted the captain, but Adrestus wasn’t about to obey.
He wondered if Saro was on Lukos’s ship. He hadn't seen him but.... He felt his heart break at the thought, and his mind started to swim, or better yet, drown in sorrow. This was his whole world… pirates were the enemy. Always the enemy. He felt defeated, and just absolutely desperate. He wasn’t going to give anything to Lukos, and didn’t want anything more than to slit that smile of his right off him. But, Adrestus continued his silence, but stood his ground. Confident, defiant and mad.
He didn’t take any mind as gulls started to swoop in, and the young sailor only hoped Sokari was safe… somewhere. If he was dead then…. Well, he might as well be dead to. Adrestus couldn’t live without his friends… Finally, Adrestus started to move, carefully, and slowly, raising his sword. “You will….” Before he could finish what he was saying, Adrestus was suddenly yanked back. The sailor fell to the side, and was immediately knocked out by hitting the head on the railing, and fell onto the floor with a quick *thud.*
Sokari.
The man was standing with not one but two swords, blood splattered all over him. If it was his blood, you couldn't tell, but his clothes were disheveled, his hair this way and that, and his eyes were… probably the most terrifying thing you could see. Sokari had been fighting too, and had been fighting perhaps a little *better* then Adre had been. With one pull, he heaved Adrestus’s sleeping form beside his feet, away from Lukos. “Let’s make a deal, pirate!” He yelled, hoping, and praying to Poseidon that he and Adrestus would make it out alive. He didn’t care if he would have to give up the captain, money…. He just wanted him and his friend to stay alive.
“Let my friend and I go, and I will give you….. anything you want.”
Lukos did not lift a single finger to stop Sokari from ripping Adrestus backward. His brow lifted when Adrestus took the knock on the head hard enough to go unconscious. All thought of replenishing his crew with either of these two was gone. Adrestus, because he was so easily dispatched, and Sokari because Lukos, while being a pirate, did not hold with unprovoked brutality against one’s own crew. If he employed sailors who turned on their own with every boarding of a ship, he’d have a crew he couldn’t trust. That just wasn’t an option. In this sort of life, contrary to fantastical stories or made up legends, you did have to depend, wholly and completely, on the men you worked with. It wouldn’t do to be lying in your bunk, wondering if the man who slept above or below you would knife you in the back over a paltry bit of gold.
Sokari’s twin swords held Lukos’s attention for a moment but he merely pressed his lips together, and shook his head. Two were unnecessary and one did far more damage and more quickly. Lifting both eyebrows, now that Sokari was shouting, Lukos finally did crack a smile.
“Let’s make a deal, pirate!”
“Calm down,” Lukos rolled his eyes and used his hand to make the universal calming gesture at Sokari. “We’re mere feet away from each other. No need to shout. I might be old, but I’m not deaf.” If thirty-one could be considered old.
“Let my friend and I go, and I will give you….. anything you want,” Sokari plowed on.
Lukos smirked and looked to his crew. Most of the fighting was completely done and laughter rippled across the deck at Sokari’s vow. “Anything?” Lukos grazed his fingers across the rough stubble on his chin. “Not very loyal to your crew, are you, boy? I don’t like that. However, that’s your captain’s problem. Not mine. You can do what I asked of your frail friend there. I want your captain. I’m going to make him watch his ship sink. And then I’ll let you go.” Spreading out his arms, totally unafraid of Sokari, he grinned. “That’s the deal.”
There was no reason to fear Sokari. If the other was totally stupid and suicidal, he could rush Lukos and try to take him on then and there, but Lukos doubted that would happen. For one, the boy had already claimed he wanted to be let go. To throw his life away on a single kill, and leave his friend, who he apparently cared deeply about, defenseless, would be the height of idiocy. No. There was nothing to fear from this lad. Nothing at all.
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Lukos did not lift a single finger to stop Sokari from ripping Adrestus backward. His brow lifted when Adrestus took the knock on the head hard enough to go unconscious. All thought of replenishing his crew with either of these two was gone. Adrestus, because he was so easily dispatched, and Sokari because Lukos, while being a pirate, did not hold with unprovoked brutality against one’s own crew. If he employed sailors who turned on their own with every boarding of a ship, he’d have a crew he couldn’t trust. That just wasn’t an option. In this sort of life, contrary to fantastical stories or made up legends, you did have to depend, wholly and completely, on the men you worked with. It wouldn’t do to be lying in your bunk, wondering if the man who slept above or below you would knife you in the back over a paltry bit of gold.
Sokari’s twin swords held Lukos’s attention for a moment but he merely pressed his lips together, and shook his head. Two were unnecessary and one did far more damage and more quickly. Lifting both eyebrows, now that Sokari was shouting, Lukos finally did crack a smile.
“Let’s make a deal, pirate!”
“Calm down,” Lukos rolled his eyes and used his hand to make the universal calming gesture at Sokari. “We’re mere feet away from each other. No need to shout. I might be old, but I’m not deaf.” If thirty-one could be considered old.
“Let my friend and I go, and I will give you….. anything you want,” Sokari plowed on.
Lukos smirked and looked to his crew. Most of the fighting was completely done and laughter rippled across the deck at Sokari’s vow. “Anything?” Lukos grazed his fingers across the rough stubble on his chin. “Not very loyal to your crew, are you, boy? I don’t like that. However, that’s your captain’s problem. Not mine. You can do what I asked of your frail friend there. I want your captain. I’m going to make him watch his ship sink. And then I’ll let you go.” Spreading out his arms, totally unafraid of Sokari, he grinned. “That’s the deal.”
There was no reason to fear Sokari. If the other was totally stupid and suicidal, he could rush Lukos and try to take him on then and there, but Lukos doubted that would happen. For one, the boy had already claimed he wanted to be let go. To throw his life away on a single kill, and leave his friend, who he apparently cared deeply about, defenseless, would be the height of idiocy. No. There was nothing to fear from this lad. Nothing at all.
Lukos did not lift a single finger to stop Sokari from ripping Adrestus backward. His brow lifted when Adrestus took the knock on the head hard enough to go unconscious. All thought of replenishing his crew with either of these two was gone. Adrestus, because he was so easily dispatched, and Sokari because Lukos, while being a pirate, did not hold with unprovoked brutality against one’s own crew. If he employed sailors who turned on their own with every boarding of a ship, he’d have a crew he couldn’t trust. That just wasn’t an option. In this sort of life, contrary to fantastical stories or made up legends, you did have to depend, wholly and completely, on the men you worked with. It wouldn’t do to be lying in your bunk, wondering if the man who slept above or below you would knife you in the back over a paltry bit of gold.
Sokari’s twin swords held Lukos’s attention for a moment but he merely pressed his lips together, and shook his head. Two were unnecessary and one did far more damage and more quickly. Lifting both eyebrows, now that Sokari was shouting, Lukos finally did crack a smile.
“Let’s make a deal, pirate!”
“Calm down,” Lukos rolled his eyes and used his hand to make the universal calming gesture at Sokari. “We’re mere feet away from each other. No need to shout. I might be old, but I’m not deaf.” If thirty-one could be considered old.
“Let my friend and I go, and I will give you….. anything you want,” Sokari plowed on.
Lukos smirked and looked to his crew. Most of the fighting was completely done and laughter rippled across the deck at Sokari’s vow. “Anything?” Lukos grazed his fingers across the rough stubble on his chin. “Not very loyal to your crew, are you, boy? I don’t like that. However, that’s your captain’s problem. Not mine. You can do what I asked of your frail friend there. I want your captain. I’m going to make him watch his ship sink. And then I’ll let you go.” Spreading out his arms, totally unafraid of Sokari, he grinned. “That’s the deal.”
There was no reason to fear Sokari. If the other was totally stupid and suicidal, he could rush Lukos and try to take him on then and there, but Lukos doubted that would happen. For one, the boy had already claimed he wanted to be let go. To throw his life away on a single kill, and leave his friend, who he apparently cared deeply about, defenseless, would be the height of idiocy. No. There was nothing to fear from this lad. Nothing at all.
Sokari knew Adrestus like the back of his hand. They had sailed the seas for years together, shared close quarters and knew everything there was to know about each other. When Lukos had boarded their ship, they both panicked. Adrestus’s mission was to keep them both - he and Sokari - alive, and that was all there was to it. Adrestus had a hidden fighting spirit, and would do anything to save his dear friend. Sokari knew that. He also knew that Adrestus was reckless. What came next, however, Adrestus wouldn’t have been able to predict. By his own friend, he was deemed unconcious on the ship’s floor, the boards underneath creaking and breaking as the ship slowly ripped apart. They all still had time, but it was slowly becoming clear that they would have to all get off sooner or later. With Adrestus unconcious, Sokari alone had to save himself and Adre both.
He gripped his swords and, looking over to the pirate captain, called out to him. Sokari was unwavering as he listened to the other man, but didn’t say anything. He glanced down at Adrestus on the floor, knowing full well what he was planning to do. Or wasn’t planning. It was hard to tell in the moment if Sokari was being rational or not- but in any case he was going to do what he was going to do. Lukos was telling him that he was not very loyal- and perhaps, but he was sacrificing his loyalty and risking being marked a traitor for Adrestus and that was good enough for him. When Lukos told him to bring out the captain- Sokari didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t rush at Lukos, and instead looked away from the pirates, and staying close to Adrestus so they wouldn’t kill him in his helplessness, called for the captain to be brought out. There wasn’t much struggle from the captian, who almost immediately came out from his hiding place. The captian had already assumed the worst, and he was right. The captain looked right at Sokari, and with a heavy greek accent, pointed at him. “Traitor.” the captain hissed, eyes narrowed. Sokari, however, seemed unbothered. Give the captain, they would be free, well at least Adrestus would be free. Anything for Adre…
“There, pirate, you have the captain,” Sokari’s tone was without emotion, and he gestured over to the man, who was standing tall beside him. The captain looked outraged, mostly at Sokari.
“Let Adrestus and I go.” Essentially, Sokari just didnt want Lukos to kill Adrestus. He knew Adrestus would have died for him and Sokari had now done the dirty work instead, sacrificing too much that it’d all be a waste if the pirate didn’t follow through. Sokari glanced over at the side of the ship, looking for anything to hold on to as the ship continued to be destroyed. They had to survive this.
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Sokari knew Adrestus like the back of his hand. They had sailed the seas for years together, shared close quarters and knew everything there was to know about each other. When Lukos had boarded their ship, they both panicked. Adrestus’s mission was to keep them both - he and Sokari - alive, and that was all there was to it. Adrestus had a hidden fighting spirit, and would do anything to save his dear friend. Sokari knew that. He also knew that Adrestus was reckless. What came next, however, Adrestus wouldn’t have been able to predict. By his own friend, he was deemed unconcious on the ship’s floor, the boards underneath creaking and breaking as the ship slowly ripped apart. They all still had time, but it was slowly becoming clear that they would have to all get off sooner or later. With Adrestus unconcious, Sokari alone had to save himself and Adre both.
He gripped his swords and, looking over to the pirate captain, called out to him. Sokari was unwavering as he listened to the other man, but didn’t say anything. He glanced down at Adrestus on the floor, knowing full well what he was planning to do. Or wasn’t planning. It was hard to tell in the moment if Sokari was being rational or not- but in any case he was going to do what he was going to do. Lukos was telling him that he was not very loyal- and perhaps, but he was sacrificing his loyalty and risking being marked a traitor for Adrestus and that was good enough for him. When Lukos told him to bring out the captain- Sokari didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t rush at Lukos, and instead looked away from the pirates, and staying close to Adrestus so they wouldn’t kill him in his helplessness, called for the captain to be brought out. There wasn’t much struggle from the captian, who almost immediately came out from his hiding place. The captian had already assumed the worst, and he was right. The captain looked right at Sokari, and with a heavy greek accent, pointed at him. “Traitor.” the captain hissed, eyes narrowed. Sokari, however, seemed unbothered. Give the captain, they would be free, well at least Adrestus would be free. Anything for Adre…
“There, pirate, you have the captain,” Sokari’s tone was without emotion, and he gestured over to the man, who was standing tall beside him. The captain looked outraged, mostly at Sokari.
“Let Adrestus and I go.” Essentially, Sokari just didnt want Lukos to kill Adrestus. He knew Adrestus would have died for him and Sokari had now done the dirty work instead, sacrificing too much that it’d all be a waste if the pirate didn’t follow through. Sokari glanced over at the side of the ship, looking for anything to hold on to as the ship continued to be destroyed. They had to survive this.
Sokari knew Adrestus like the back of his hand. They had sailed the seas for years together, shared close quarters and knew everything there was to know about each other. When Lukos had boarded their ship, they both panicked. Adrestus’s mission was to keep them both - he and Sokari - alive, and that was all there was to it. Adrestus had a hidden fighting spirit, and would do anything to save his dear friend. Sokari knew that. He also knew that Adrestus was reckless. What came next, however, Adrestus wouldn’t have been able to predict. By his own friend, he was deemed unconcious on the ship’s floor, the boards underneath creaking and breaking as the ship slowly ripped apart. They all still had time, but it was slowly becoming clear that they would have to all get off sooner or later. With Adrestus unconcious, Sokari alone had to save himself and Adre both.
He gripped his swords and, looking over to the pirate captain, called out to him. Sokari was unwavering as he listened to the other man, but didn’t say anything. He glanced down at Adrestus on the floor, knowing full well what he was planning to do. Or wasn’t planning. It was hard to tell in the moment if Sokari was being rational or not- but in any case he was going to do what he was going to do. Lukos was telling him that he was not very loyal- and perhaps, but he was sacrificing his loyalty and risking being marked a traitor for Adrestus and that was good enough for him. When Lukos told him to bring out the captain- Sokari didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t rush at Lukos, and instead looked away from the pirates, and staying close to Adrestus so they wouldn’t kill him in his helplessness, called for the captain to be brought out. There wasn’t much struggle from the captian, who almost immediately came out from his hiding place. The captian had already assumed the worst, and he was right. The captain looked right at Sokari, and with a heavy greek accent, pointed at him. “Traitor.” the captain hissed, eyes narrowed. Sokari, however, seemed unbothered. Give the captain, they would be free, well at least Adrestus would be free. Anything for Adre…
“There, pirate, you have the captain,” Sokari’s tone was without emotion, and he gestured over to the man, who was standing tall beside him. The captain looked outraged, mostly at Sokari.
“Let Adrestus and I go.” Essentially, Sokari just didnt want Lukos to kill Adrestus. He knew Adrestus would have died for him and Sokari had now done the dirty work instead, sacrificing too much that it’d all be a waste if the pirate didn’t follow through. Sokari glanced over at the side of the ship, looking for anything to hold on to as the ship continued to be destroyed. They had to survive this.
Lukos stood by, waiting for the captain to be fished out of wherever he was hiding. The man wasn’t fit to have the title if he wasn’t willing to defend his vessel and sent boys to do it for him. That would be remedied shortly. Already his crew was tying up the men of this ship and taking them back over to the Aceton. Behind him, on the deck of the other ship, slave cages were being set up and filled with the defeated crew. Anyone Lukos did not personally find useful would be tossed summarily overboard. Anyone who was would be sold. Snarls and cursing filled the air. The metal cage doors screamed on their hinges. Lukos looked down at his boots, noting the scuff marks on the toes. That could be fixed, he mused to himself, and then glanced up once a shuffling on the deck drew his notice.
The merchant captain had finally come of hiding and Lukos smirked. His dark eyes flicked to Sokari when the young man demanded that the deal be upheld. “There, pirate, you have the captain. Let Adrestus and I go.” Men hovered behind the captain, Sokari, and the prone Adrestus, who was out cold for this entire exchange. Shrugging, Lukos gave a single nod to his men who pounced on the captain and Sokari. This was what Lukos and his men did for a living; hunt and prey on the apex predator of the animal kingdom - humans. The men were so well versed in how to incapacitate and bind up their prey that they might well have been spiders spinning up flies in a web.
Lukos turned his back, but said over his shoulder to Sokari, “I will let you go.” Then he turned back around, grinning to himself and saying, “I just didn’t say when.” Gods this was entertaining. Fixing his hands behind his back, he walked on light steps across the deck of the merchant vessel whilst everyone else left the ship. He headed into the captain’s cabin, looking around briefly for any loose treasures that were easily taken, and then went to each of the other cabins. Of course, everything was worth something. The issue came with how long would it take to re-sell it? And where? Not every market or vendor took each and every item that was brought for trade or coin. Lukos was selective about what he took and, because he had one himself, he checked the floorboards of the captain’s cabin to see if there was a loose one where items were hidden. He did, indeed, find one. Out came a little big of coins that Lukos tied to his belt.
Drumming down the stairs into the hold, he took a quick inventory of what was there and hurried back up to the deck. Already already he was having to slog through water and more was rushing in. “Oy!” he shouted to the men of his crew who didn’t have their hands full. “Get this shit onto the Aceton!” he barked. Men swarmed around him, heading down into the gloom below. It was slow going and some of the crates or sacks they left because they were already waterlogged. What good would bed do him if it was soaked with ocean water? They did take what was most important: barrels of fresh water and whatever valuable cargo that they could get their hands on.
The ship was groaning by the time Lukos came back into the sunlight. Its nose tipped down and the whole ship started to sink in earnest. Timbers were splitting and Lukos didn’t have the time to wait and search through the other crew’s belongings anymore. “Wrap it up!” he called to anyone still aboard the merchant vessel. If they didn’t get back to his ship in time, it was their own damn fault and the only thing that would await them was a watery grave for their disobedience.
As it turned out, no one was caught on the other vessel and Lukos, wet from the waist down, landed back on his ship, grinning at the captain and Sokari, who he’d kept out of the cages on purpose. Adrestus, too, wasn’t in a cage and was on the deck. “There,” Lukos waved an arm at the other ship. Thunderous cracks echoed across the water as the ship’s hull buckled under the uneven distribution of weight from the water being sucked in through the hole in its side. Lukos bent down and took a fist full of the captain’s hair. “Watch, coward,” he said fondly and didn’t let go until the other ship finally splintered itself apart. The front half of the ship sank below the water’s surface with a loud, body jarring sucking sound before disappearing completely.
“Alrighty, boys,” Lukos said, using his hold on the captain’s hair to simply force the man straight over the railing and into the water below. He grinned at the splash and looked at Sokari. “Time to swim, little one. I promised I’d let you go. Again, just didn’t say where. I think, since you were so attached to this ship, it’s only right you stay with it.”
Walking over to Adrestus himself, fully confident that Sokari couldn’t get to him while tied, Lukos hefted the nobleman onto one shoulder and walked with him over to the railing where he’d flung the captain not more than a minute before.
“Go fetch him if you want him,” Lukos said in a sing song voice and merrily dropped Adrestus overboard. By that point, Apollos had cut Sokari’s bonds and Lukos stepped out of the way, grinning. “You gonna let your unconscious friend drown?” he teased. Striding away, he barked orders for his men to pull down the rigging and start rowing. He wanted to make port by nightfall.
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Lukos stood by, waiting for the captain to be fished out of wherever he was hiding. The man wasn’t fit to have the title if he wasn’t willing to defend his vessel and sent boys to do it for him. That would be remedied shortly. Already his crew was tying up the men of this ship and taking them back over to the Aceton. Behind him, on the deck of the other ship, slave cages were being set up and filled with the defeated crew. Anyone Lukos did not personally find useful would be tossed summarily overboard. Anyone who was would be sold. Snarls and cursing filled the air. The metal cage doors screamed on their hinges. Lukos looked down at his boots, noting the scuff marks on the toes. That could be fixed, he mused to himself, and then glanced up once a shuffling on the deck drew his notice.
The merchant captain had finally come of hiding and Lukos smirked. His dark eyes flicked to Sokari when the young man demanded that the deal be upheld. “There, pirate, you have the captain. Let Adrestus and I go.” Men hovered behind the captain, Sokari, and the prone Adrestus, who was out cold for this entire exchange. Shrugging, Lukos gave a single nod to his men who pounced on the captain and Sokari. This was what Lukos and his men did for a living; hunt and prey on the apex predator of the animal kingdom - humans. The men were so well versed in how to incapacitate and bind up their prey that they might well have been spiders spinning up flies in a web.
Lukos turned his back, but said over his shoulder to Sokari, “I will let you go.” Then he turned back around, grinning to himself and saying, “I just didn’t say when.” Gods this was entertaining. Fixing his hands behind his back, he walked on light steps across the deck of the merchant vessel whilst everyone else left the ship. He headed into the captain’s cabin, looking around briefly for any loose treasures that were easily taken, and then went to each of the other cabins. Of course, everything was worth something. The issue came with how long would it take to re-sell it? And where? Not every market or vendor took each and every item that was brought for trade or coin. Lukos was selective about what he took and, because he had one himself, he checked the floorboards of the captain’s cabin to see if there was a loose one where items were hidden. He did, indeed, find one. Out came a little big of coins that Lukos tied to his belt.
Drumming down the stairs into the hold, he took a quick inventory of what was there and hurried back up to the deck. Already already he was having to slog through water and more was rushing in. “Oy!” he shouted to the men of his crew who didn’t have their hands full. “Get this shit onto the Aceton!” he barked. Men swarmed around him, heading down into the gloom below. It was slow going and some of the crates or sacks they left because they were already waterlogged. What good would bed do him if it was soaked with ocean water? They did take what was most important: barrels of fresh water and whatever valuable cargo that they could get their hands on.
The ship was groaning by the time Lukos came back into the sunlight. Its nose tipped down and the whole ship started to sink in earnest. Timbers were splitting and Lukos didn’t have the time to wait and search through the other crew’s belongings anymore. “Wrap it up!” he called to anyone still aboard the merchant vessel. If they didn’t get back to his ship in time, it was their own damn fault and the only thing that would await them was a watery grave for their disobedience.
As it turned out, no one was caught on the other vessel and Lukos, wet from the waist down, landed back on his ship, grinning at the captain and Sokari, who he’d kept out of the cages on purpose. Adrestus, too, wasn’t in a cage and was on the deck. “There,” Lukos waved an arm at the other ship. Thunderous cracks echoed across the water as the ship’s hull buckled under the uneven distribution of weight from the water being sucked in through the hole in its side. Lukos bent down and took a fist full of the captain’s hair. “Watch, coward,” he said fondly and didn’t let go until the other ship finally splintered itself apart. The front half of the ship sank below the water’s surface with a loud, body jarring sucking sound before disappearing completely.
“Alrighty, boys,” Lukos said, using his hold on the captain’s hair to simply force the man straight over the railing and into the water below. He grinned at the splash and looked at Sokari. “Time to swim, little one. I promised I’d let you go. Again, just didn’t say where. I think, since you were so attached to this ship, it’s only right you stay with it.”
Walking over to Adrestus himself, fully confident that Sokari couldn’t get to him while tied, Lukos hefted the nobleman onto one shoulder and walked with him over to the railing where he’d flung the captain not more than a minute before.
“Go fetch him if you want him,” Lukos said in a sing song voice and merrily dropped Adrestus overboard. By that point, Apollos had cut Sokari’s bonds and Lukos stepped out of the way, grinning. “You gonna let your unconscious friend drown?” he teased. Striding away, he barked orders for his men to pull down the rigging and start rowing. He wanted to make port by nightfall.
Lukos stood by, waiting for the captain to be fished out of wherever he was hiding. The man wasn’t fit to have the title if he wasn’t willing to defend his vessel and sent boys to do it for him. That would be remedied shortly. Already his crew was tying up the men of this ship and taking them back over to the Aceton. Behind him, on the deck of the other ship, slave cages were being set up and filled with the defeated crew. Anyone Lukos did not personally find useful would be tossed summarily overboard. Anyone who was would be sold. Snarls and cursing filled the air. The metal cage doors screamed on their hinges. Lukos looked down at his boots, noting the scuff marks on the toes. That could be fixed, he mused to himself, and then glanced up once a shuffling on the deck drew his notice.
The merchant captain had finally come of hiding and Lukos smirked. His dark eyes flicked to Sokari when the young man demanded that the deal be upheld. “There, pirate, you have the captain. Let Adrestus and I go.” Men hovered behind the captain, Sokari, and the prone Adrestus, who was out cold for this entire exchange. Shrugging, Lukos gave a single nod to his men who pounced on the captain and Sokari. This was what Lukos and his men did for a living; hunt and prey on the apex predator of the animal kingdom - humans. The men were so well versed in how to incapacitate and bind up their prey that they might well have been spiders spinning up flies in a web.
Lukos turned his back, but said over his shoulder to Sokari, “I will let you go.” Then he turned back around, grinning to himself and saying, “I just didn’t say when.” Gods this was entertaining. Fixing his hands behind his back, he walked on light steps across the deck of the merchant vessel whilst everyone else left the ship. He headed into the captain’s cabin, looking around briefly for any loose treasures that were easily taken, and then went to each of the other cabins. Of course, everything was worth something. The issue came with how long would it take to re-sell it? And where? Not every market or vendor took each and every item that was brought for trade or coin. Lukos was selective about what he took and, because he had one himself, he checked the floorboards of the captain’s cabin to see if there was a loose one where items were hidden. He did, indeed, find one. Out came a little big of coins that Lukos tied to his belt.
Drumming down the stairs into the hold, he took a quick inventory of what was there and hurried back up to the deck. Already already he was having to slog through water and more was rushing in. “Oy!” he shouted to the men of his crew who didn’t have their hands full. “Get this shit onto the Aceton!” he barked. Men swarmed around him, heading down into the gloom below. It was slow going and some of the crates or sacks they left because they were already waterlogged. What good would bed do him if it was soaked with ocean water? They did take what was most important: barrels of fresh water and whatever valuable cargo that they could get their hands on.
The ship was groaning by the time Lukos came back into the sunlight. Its nose tipped down and the whole ship started to sink in earnest. Timbers were splitting and Lukos didn’t have the time to wait and search through the other crew’s belongings anymore. “Wrap it up!” he called to anyone still aboard the merchant vessel. If they didn’t get back to his ship in time, it was their own damn fault and the only thing that would await them was a watery grave for their disobedience.
As it turned out, no one was caught on the other vessel and Lukos, wet from the waist down, landed back on his ship, grinning at the captain and Sokari, who he’d kept out of the cages on purpose. Adrestus, too, wasn’t in a cage and was on the deck. “There,” Lukos waved an arm at the other ship. Thunderous cracks echoed across the water as the ship’s hull buckled under the uneven distribution of weight from the water being sucked in through the hole in its side. Lukos bent down and took a fist full of the captain’s hair. “Watch, coward,” he said fondly and didn’t let go until the other ship finally splintered itself apart. The front half of the ship sank below the water’s surface with a loud, body jarring sucking sound before disappearing completely.
“Alrighty, boys,” Lukos said, using his hold on the captain’s hair to simply force the man straight over the railing and into the water below. He grinned at the splash and looked at Sokari. “Time to swim, little one. I promised I’d let you go. Again, just didn’t say where. I think, since you were so attached to this ship, it’s only right you stay with it.”
Walking over to Adrestus himself, fully confident that Sokari couldn’t get to him while tied, Lukos hefted the nobleman onto one shoulder and walked with him over to the railing where he’d flung the captain not more than a minute before.
“Go fetch him if you want him,” Lukos said in a sing song voice and merrily dropped Adrestus overboard. By that point, Apollos had cut Sokari’s bonds and Lukos stepped out of the way, grinning. “You gonna let your unconscious friend drown?” he teased. Striding away, he barked orders for his men to pull down the rigging and start rowing. He wanted to make port by nightfall.