When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed.
For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame.
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Alistair
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The enemy had finally spotted us, yet at that point, it had been too late.
For them at least.
And judging by the ear piercing cry that ran out through the darkened sky, whoever was in the crows nest of the soon to be boarded ship, had also reacted far too late. The scream turning to a gurgling noise, then eventual silence, let me know that Coop wasted little time killing the only man who would've been parallel to his sight up where he was perched. The man responsible for warning his crew of an enemy approaching, much like Coop was.
I hadn't approved of him taking to the same location he had been almost shot out of, and yet I also knew that Coop would somehow find a way to convince me. He was one of the few in my crew that harbored such leverage. He knew his importance on this ship, and more so, the importance of my rum.
To pull around the side and attach my ship to the enemies, I had to maneuver the tight turn we had just done that tipped us enough in its position for Coop to run across our perpendicular beams and onto the enemies.
In his hands he bore a coated rope, one he could use to quickly fasten us once our beams started to split straight through theirs. I could see the green sails that had now become infamous around these waters, merging with the blood red sails of our own. Somehow Jirah had managed to evade me and my men for many years, even with a vessel the size of this one.
But I knew a fair amount about this man. Of his ability to mask more than just his face. As did Cael.
When I entered my study this morning, Cael had something waiting for me that could possibly even the fairness of a fight when a trickster was afoot. Something that brought a sinister smile to my then tightly pressed lips.
Gaia had been a great help to my Navigator after all.
Once those two main beams made contact, Coop immediately released ropes down to the main deck, ropes that he himself had fastened to yet another horizontal wooden beam during the day in preparation for this.
The first two ropes tossed down from what looked like the heavens with the darkness that surrounded us, reached both Caspian and myself before it reached my first line of pirates. I took this as a sign, handing Caspian his own rope to hoist himself across with.
Imagine my fucking surprise when Caspian looked back at me with absolutely nothing but confusion. Not a thought behind those dead eyes. It took me a moment to realize that the last battle this man participated in took place on my own bloody ship. He'd probably never boarded one before.
