117. Final Preparations

Plans to bring an end to Captain Seawolf are on their way. Cris and the crew enjoy several rounds of drinks for the last time before everything begins.
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            The table was covered with jugs of alcohol as the three pirates sat at a wooden table, beneath the main deck, laughing loudly. The captain slammed the jug of alcohol on the table and laughed once more, holding his chest as the minimal pain he felt emerged. The dwarf, Gerty, leaned back in her chair, wiping the tears from her eyes as she continued to laugh. Meanwhile, the goblin turned around and wiggled his ass around, farting without care. He turned around and looked at the captain right before he ducked from the jug flying right at his head.
            “That’s ridiculous!” snorted Gerty.
            “Call it what you want, wench, but that’s what happened, I shit you not!” The goblin sat back down and grabbed another jug.
            “Fucking Ziggly. That was great,” Cris said, a bright smile on his face. He ran a hand through his shortened blonde hair and chugged down more alcohol.
            “Where’s Alaia? I thought she’d be here. She’s never away from you, Wolf.” Gerty took another drink and poked at the braid that circled her head.
            “I asked her to step away for a while. I needed to speak to you two and the dogs up on the deck have work to do once we’re done.” Cris sighed deeply and leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. “We have to abandon this ship.” Gerty and Zig slowly lost their smiles and waited for Cris to finish speaking. “Because I have to disappear.”
            “So get lost, ass,” Zig responded, waving a hand at him.
            “It was Laerchel’s plan. She’s going to plant a body here and tell the Horde that I’m dead.”
            “Ah, that explains the blonde mess on your head,” Gerty snickered. Cris glared at her and she simply puckered up and blew him a kiss. “It’s just not you, Wolf.”
            “I know. I know all too well.” There were no more traces of red on his head. “But I had to do this to be able to live and exist. So, there’s a chance Seawolf might die.”
            “A chance ta clean your record. I like it.” Gerty lifted her jug and shouted “Thank ye, Laerchel!”
            “So where the fuck are you going?” Ziggly asked.
            Cris smiled and looked up at both of them. “Nagrand.” Ziggly and Gerty looked at each other and began to laugh. “What?”
            “Nagrand? Really? And where the fuck are you going to sail in Nagrand?”
            “Ah, Ziggly, that’s your job.” Cris smiled, pointing the jug at Ziggly. “You’re going to find us a ship.”
            “Is that wise? This is Ziggly we’re talking about.”
            “Shut the fuck up, Gert! I found us the initial ship, no? I can find us another one!” Ziggly glare at the dwarf who was already flipping him off.
            “Zig will be fine. He has a month to find us a ship.” With his middle finger lifted, Ziggly grunted and began to drink his alcohol. Cris chuckled and leaned back against the back of the chair. “I’ll find a way to get in touch with you two. Since Captain Seawolf may have to die, I need to find a new title or name.” The quarreling ended between the dwarf and the goblin and they both looked at Cris.
            “Whatcha gonna be now? I mean, I assume yer going to be sailing once all this is over.” Gerty was a strong dwarf, but she was still a woman with emotions, especially when it came to someone as dear to her as Cris.
            “Don’t worry, Gerty. Once Ziggly finds us a ship, we’ll be back in business. I’ll have about a month to figure out my identity.”
            “You’re going with that wench, eh?”
            “She’s not a –“
            “She’s not a wench, Ziggly. Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that bullshit before. First that bitch that ordered you to get killed, then that Rain wench who tried to kill you, then your wife. Whatever happened to her, eh? See? That’s why we don’t marry, Wolf. We can’t keep our hands off others.” He snickered and lifted the jug to his lips, which blocked his view, causing him to miss the fist flying toward his head. Ziggly fell backwards, hitting his head once more. Gerty broke out in laughter, slamming her hand against the table and shaking her head.
            “Shut up, Ziggly,” Cris growled at him as he leaned halfway over the small table.
            The goblin furrowed his brows and struggled to get up, his outfit soaked in alcohol. “It’s the fucking truth, asshole! Tell me, what happened to your fucking wife? What happened to that…” His mouth formed the following word clearly and articulately, “wench.” He laughed. “That’s what she ended up being, Wolf. Just another wench.
            “She wasn’t there!” Cris shouted, immediately stopping both Gerty and Zig from their next actions. “She just wasn’t there!” Cris arose and kicked the chair back, walking away from the table. He ran both hands through his short blonde hair and shook his head as he exhaled. “I needed my wife and she wasn’t there.”
            “We ain’t blaming ya, Wolf,” Gerty said softly. “She glanced at Ziggly who rolled his eyes and continued to drink from the jug.
            “I moved on. That’s all there is to that.” He turned to look at the dwarf and goblin, “And if I hear any one of you call her a wench, I’ll attach you to the bottom of the ship. Got it?”
            “You ain’t got a ship no more,” Ziggly muttered. Cris started to walk toward Ziggly when Gerty quickly spoke up.
            “How long are ya going to stay away, Wolf.”
            Cris stopped and placed his hands on the chair in front of him. “A month, I hope. Laerchel is going to let me know when it becomes clear to resurface.
            “Not to step on yer toes, Wolf, but I was kinda hoping you’d hook up with Laerchel.” Gerty shrugged and chugged the jug. “But it’s your life, eh? Are we done here, Captain? I have tons of food I need to get rid off, unless we just let it rot.”
            “Just…go, Gert.” Cris looked away and sighed as the dwarf slid off her seat.
            “Tell Alaia that she’s welcome to come and make whatever she wants. I’ll pack up some food for you two as well.” The dwarf walked away into the galley, dragging an extra jug of alcohol with her.
            Ziggly continued to drink and wipe his mouth with his arm. He looked at Cris and simply said. “What?”
            “I’m a fuck-up, huh?”
            “As a pirate, nah. As a man, maybe.” The goblin’s sharp smile spread widely and Cris smirked. “So, the alcove…”
            “Is to remain untouched.” Ziggly nodded and took another drink.
            “Aye, captain.”
            “We’ll rebuild. And… I’ll let you know if we still work for…well, I’ll let you know.” Cris began to walk away. “Tell the three sailors we hired to go feed Davey.” Ziggly grinned and said aye. “Hopefully he’ll leave some leftovers to use as a decoy.” The thought of the devilsaur down below in the belly of the ship made Cris smile a bit. “I’m going to my cabin.”           
            Without locking the cabin door, Cris walked toward his music device and pressed the buttons. The melody that started up was something similar to a waltz. He had heard the melody when he was younger, in Stormwind. A faint smile appeared on his lips and as he heard footsteps entering his cabin, he turned around and his smile widened.
            “Did it go well?” Alaia’s soft voice was almost drowned out by the music. Without answering, Cris simply nodded and extended his hand out to her. She placed her hand delicately in his and giggled softly when he bowed before her. After a slight curtsey on her part, Cris pulled her gently toward him and began to dance, both bodies moving together with the music. His blue-green eyes stared deeply into her green eyes as their feet continued to move within the small area. There was no discomfort between them while they danced. Cris held her close against him and placed his head on hers.
            The music eventually finished, but Cris continued to dance with her, holding her tightly, as if she would disappear if he let her go. “I love you,” he whispered while he leaned into her ear.
            “I love you,” she softly replied as the next melody began. Their dance continued for several more songs.

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