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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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