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Kirkland and his other self
Part 4
Year 2716½.
Kirkland was well respected for his natural ability to lead. Not only was he great at planning every attack down to the least detail, but he could swing the sword himself and pull the trigger of any gun without blinking an eye when the blood started flooding. He never doubted himself, he never allowed his feelings to take control, and he never, never obeyed to an enemy. He was the perfect captain of any ship, and The Red Diamond had him, and he had the toughest crew possible to get.
Therefore it was with an almost braggingly pride that he stepped upon the new ship they’ve taken over and allowed his eyes to eat up every detail.
They’ve been lucky. After having spend almost two weeks on sea without any contact with another ship, they’ve finally spotted this beauty in the horizon. They’d taken down their characteristically red flag and followed from behind ‘til the dark fell upon the ocean. Then, in the earliest morning, they’ve set sails and had cached the morning wind, and it hadn’t been long ‘til they were close enough to set in an attack.
They’ve taken those rotten rich bastards while they were still sleeping!
Kirkland’s lips curved into a smug smile as he wandered across the deck. The smell of death was overwhelming, but familiar, and his crew were busy sorting the alive from the dead. “If they’re too worn out to speak, then just kick them into the sea,” Kirkland ordered as he passed a man. Said person nodded, and as he passed by, Kirkland could hear the sound of water splashing behind him. He could be satisfied.
“Merrin!” Kirkland rushed to a red-haired man who just had come up from underneath the deck, “Merrin, how does it look?”
“Perfect, Captain.” Merrin turned to face the smaller man with a bright smile, “we’ve hit just right. The portside has got a few scratches, but is being fixed at the moment. She’s not taking in water.” He shrugged the shoulders and chuckled: “It’s like getting a new ship handed over.” Kirkland nodded as he looked down the stairs from which Merrin had just returned.
“Good, good,” he mumbled, “I’ll take a look myself.”
Kirkland went down the stairs, making echoes as his heavy boots banged against every step. The smell of blood wasn’t as heavy down here as it had been on deck, and he took in a deep breath while his eyes slid across the doors on his right. The many doors. He couldn’t help but let go of a low laughter. No wonder the ship had been so easy to take over. It was not fit for fighting, it was the ship of the rich where details and comfortable rooms were more important than weapons. They were probably used to flee when the enemy showed up.
“Stupid,” he mumbled. He would have to sell it to a low price. But first he would like to get his hands on whatever goods that might be hidden behind those many doors. First the captains room.
As he went for the door in the back, he found his boots were making louder noises than ever. He stopped up for a second. Wait. It wasn’t just his boots. From somewhere a heavy banging was steadily sounding. He took a few steps back ‘til he stood in front of one of the doors on the left side and listened. Yes. Bang. Bang. He slipped the gun from his belt and had his finger ready at the trigger as he kicked the door open, holding the weapon up in front of him:
“What’s the bloody matter now?! I-” His voice died out. In front of him were two men from his crew, one leaning casually against a broken bed, the other leaning over something on the floor. As the last straightened up, frightened by the sudden intruder, Kirkland could see that it was not something but someone laying on the floor. A man around his own age, curled together on the floor in a bloody puddle.
“Captain!” Jim grinned and turned his back to his victim, “damn, you scared me.”
“You two! Always running from the actual fight to make your own little party. Now’s no exception, I see.” Kirkland rolled his eyes as he put away the gun again. No need for waving it into the face of his own. His gaze instead went to the man on the floor. He approached the person, asking: “So, who’s that?”
Darrel shrugged the shoulders as he went from the bed to stand beside his captain. “No idea. We guess he’s some kind of foreigner, I mean, look at that clothes.”
“Yen,” Jim nodded in, “and see what I found in his pocket.” He withdrew a small, squared package from his pocket and handed it to Kirkland. Kirkland turned the small wonder between his hands with a curious look.
“What is it?”
“No idea.” Shrugging shoulders.
“It looks… weird.” Kirkland held it up in the air and narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out a use for the small thing. “No matter what it is, it must be worth great a deal. I’ve never-”
God save the Queen~
As the package suddenly started to spit out music, Kirkland threw it on the floor, taking steps back. “Bloody hell! What’s it doing?”
“See, it’s writing something,” Darryl whispered, daring to lean a little in, “Alfred?” Kirkland’s eyes went from Darryl to Jim to the small, still ringing, thing on the floor. He took in a deep breath before bowing down and taking it up again. Nothing happened. After a while the sound stopped, and the small screen lighted up with the words: ‘Missed call’.
“I think we’re dealing with some kind of magician,” Kirkland finally stated as he send the men a serious look. Jim and Darryl gulped and started to move a little away from the man on the floor.
“That’s not good,” Darryl mumbled, sounding nervous, “maybe it’ll be best if we just throw him into the sea with the others.”
“No way!” Kirkland’s voice made him silent. Kirkland kneeled beside the bleeding man, taking in the sight of the weird clothes and appearance. “Hey…” he mumbled and wrinkled the brows, “doesn’t he look like-”
“That’s what he thought!” Jim hastily yelled, “then he really is a magician! I bet he’s taken the form of you to fool us! Captain, this could be really dangerous.”
“I don’t think so.” Kirkland rose to his feet once again. “If he was a powerful man, he wouldn’t have allowed the two of you to beat him up so badly. I’ll keep this,” he slipped the singing-package into his pocket, “and you’ll bring that lad to the ship. Make sure he get’s cleaned up and dress him in something… familiar. But make sure to break his right arm. The magic’s in the right arm.” The men nodded. Kirkland smiled. “Now, now, it seems everything’s going to be more interesting than expected.”
And so he left.
Year 2716½.
Kirkland was well respected for his natural ability to lead. Not only was he great at planning every attack down to the least detail, but he could swing the sword himself and pull the trigger of any gun without blinking an eye when the blood started flooding. He never doubted himself, he never allowed his feelings to take control, and he never, never obeyed to an enemy. He was the perfect captain of any ship, and The Red Diamond had him, and he had the toughest crew possible to get.
Therefore it was with an almost braggingly pride that he stepped upon the new ship they’ve taken over and allowed his eyes to eat up every detail.
They’ve been lucky. After having spend almost two weeks on sea without any contact with another ship, they’ve finally spotted this beauty in the horizon. They’d taken down their characteristically red flag and followed from behind ‘til the dark fell upon the ocean. Then, in the earliest morning, they’ve set sails and had cached the morning wind, and it hadn’t been long ‘til they were close enough to set in an attack.
They’ve taken those rotten rich bastards while they were still sleeping!
Kirkland’s lips curved into a smug smile as he wandered across the deck. The smell of death was overwhelming, but familiar, and his crew were busy sorting the alive from the dead. “If they’re too worn out to speak, then just kick them into the sea,” Kirkland ordered as he passed a man. Said person nodded, and as he passed by, Kirkland could hear the sound of water splashing behind him. He could be satisfied.
“Merrin!” Kirkland rushed to a red-haired man who just had come up from underneath the deck, “Merrin, how does it look?”
“Perfect, Captain.” Merrin turned to face the smaller man with a bright smile, “we’ve hit just right. The portside has got a few scratches, but is being fixed at the moment. She’s not taking in water.” He shrugged the shoulders and chuckled: “It’s like getting a new ship handed over.” Kirkland nodded as he looked down the stairs from which Merrin had just returned.
“Good, good,” he mumbled, “I’ll take a look myself.”
Kirkland went down the stairs, making echoes as his heavy boots banged against every step. The smell of blood wasn’t as heavy down here as it had been on deck, and he took in a deep breath while his eyes slid across the doors on his right. The many doors. He couldn’t help but let go of a low laughter. No wonder the ship had been so easy to take over. It was not fit for fighting, it was the ship of the rich where details and comfortable rooms were more important than weapons. They were probably used to flee when the enemy showed up.
“Stupid,” he mumbled. He would have to sell it to a low price. But first he would like to get his hands on whatever goods that might be hidden behind those many doors. First the captains room.
As he went for the door in the back, he found his boots were making louder noises than ever. He stopped up for a second. Wait. It wasn’t just his boots. From somewhere a heavy banging was steadily sounding. He took a few steps back ‘til he stood in front of one of the doors on the left side and listened. Yes. Bang. Bang. He slipped the gun from his belt and had his finger ready at the trigger as he kicked the door open, holding the weapon up in front of him:
“What’s the bloody matter now?! I-” His voice died out. In front of him were two men from his crew, one leaning casually against a broken bed, the other leaning over something on the floor. As the last straightened up, frightened by the sudden intruder, Kirkland could see that it was not something but someone laying on the floor. A man around his own age, curled together on the floor in a bloody puddle.
“Captain!” Jim grinned and turned his back to his victim, “damn, you scared me.”
“You two! Always running from the actual fight to make your own little party. Now’s no exception, I see.” Kirkland rolled his eyes as he put away the gun again. No need for waving it into the face of his own. His gaze instead went to the man on the floor. He approached the person, asking: “So, who’s that?”
Darrel shrugged the shoulders as he went from the bed to stand beside his captain. “No idea. We guess he’s some kind of foreigner, I mean, look at that clothes.”
“Yen,” Jim nodded in, “and see what I found in his pocket.” He withdrew a small, squared package from his pocket and handed it to Kirkland. Kirkland turned the small wonder between his hands with a curious look.
“What is it?”
“No idea.” Shrugging shoulders.
“It looks… weird.” Kirkland held it up in the air and narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out a use for the small thing. “No matter what it is, it must be worth great a deal. I’ve never-”
God save the Queen~
As the package suddenly started to spit out music, Kirkland threw it on the floor, taking steps back. “Bloody hell! What’s it doing?”
“See, it’s writing something,” Darryl whispered, daring to lean a little in, “Alfred?” Kirkland’s eyes went from Darryl to Jim to the small, still ringing, thing on the floor. He took in a deep breath before bowing down and taking it up again. Nothing happened. After a while the sound stopped, and the small screen lighted up with the words: ‘Missed call’.
“I think we’re dealing with some kind of magician,” Kirkland finally stated as he send the men a serious look. Jim and Darryl gulped and started to move a little away from the man on the floor.
“That’s not good,” Darryl mumbled, sounding nervous, “maybe it’ll be best if we just throw him into the sea with the others.”
“No way!” Kirkland’s voice made him silent. Kirkland kneeled beside the bleeding man, taking in the sight of the weird clothes and appearance. “Hey…” he mumbled and wrinkled the brows, “doesn’t he look like-”
“That’s what he thought!” Jim hastily yelled, “then he really is a magician! I bet he’s taken the form of you to fool us! Captain, this could be really dangerous.”
“I don’t think so.” Kirkland rose to his feet once again. “If he was a powerful man, he wouldn’t have allowed the two of you to beat him up so badly. I’ll keep this,” he slipped the singing-package into his pocket, “and you’ll bring that lad to the ship. Make sure he get’s cleaned up and dress him in something… familiar. But make sure to break his right arm. The magic’s in the right arm.” The men nodded. Kirkland smiled. “Now, now, it seems everything’s going to be more interesting than expected.”
And so he left.