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The Mariners Revenge, a Short Story
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Orranis
The pale faced human looked around. Green acids flowed and bubbled across the enclosed space. Shredded bodies and tattered wooden ships littered the bottom of the oval shaped room, the red blood leaking into the green liquids, diluting as it got a few paces away from its mangled owner. He stood up on what was once the starboard of a ship, the planks of wood creaking underneath him. In the distance he saw the wrecked trademark red and black sails of the Bloodsail Buccaneers. He turned around, the stood still with shock. A huge grin slowly stretched across his face, and he hopped down towards the pirate. He knew it was the last soul he would ever see, and was happy it was who it was. He laughed as he reached him and said, "Oh what luck, you have survived!" The man turned towards him flooded with happiness that he would not spend his last hours cold and alone. "You have no reason to smile. I thought you'd know that." The man looked quizzically at the speaker, who smiled and spoke. "Perhaps you don't remember me. Or do not recognize me. After all, when we met I was but a child, three years of age. I shall explain things to you, and how our histories are so closely bound together. Not exactly how I imagined this being... Yet I suppose the ribs of this beast are that alike to ceiling beams, it's guts our carpeting."
He let out a groan as he sat down, preparing himself as a trained storyteller would. "You were maybe eighteen at the time. A wild child, spending his sparse silver on wh*res and liquors. However, you did have a distinct air, very charming. My mother found you sweet. She took you in between her sheets. She soon regretted it. As time passed, we knew you for your true colors. You were a drunken gambler, with more debt than every hair on your body combined. It was almost inevitable that you would soon run away, leaving behind only what you did not have. With all the debt, Sevren, the magistrate of our town, decided that it must be paid. With our house. My mother, her heart broken, then lost her mind. She became deathly ill, and that very spring she died. As she did, she called me close. I took her hand, and cried softly, and with her dying words she spoke, 'Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers, to splinters, drag him to a hole so he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his grave...' and with a final sigh she died."
Noticing the man was picking up on what was to come, he put his hand on his hip where his pistol was holstered. "I spent the next fifteen years of my life mourning among the homeless of Brill, until I swallowed every last tear. The priests of the Church of the Holy Light took me in, gave me a bed, food, all I did in return was clean their floors and dust their altars. Despite all their teachings, not once during my employment of these holy men did my mind stray from the thought... Of revenge. One night I overheard the priest speaking with a sailor, who spoke of the emerging Bloodsail Buccaneers. He described one captain that had sunk their ship, him being the only surviver. Jet black hair, pale face, with a scar on his left cheek. A disturbing likeness to your image. They were planning to gather a crew to go after you. I ran from the church. I stole a gun and a pistol, and rushed to the inn where they stayed.
We set sail, and as I stood at the prow of the ship, I could almost hear my mothers last words in the howling ocean winds. Twenty months later we finally set our sights upon you. We crept upon you, slowly gaining ground. I was cleaning my rifle, preparing for the battle ahead when it happened. The skies darkened, and with a crack of lightning and a burst of thunder a storm came upon us. That was not the worst. An infinitely low pitched roar, that made the sea itself tremble, echoed across the vast ocean. Two huge gray jaws burst through the surface, as if breaking through glass, and clamped your ship between it's teeth. It splintered before my very eyes, and every last man of the crew fell into it's gullet. The kraken of the northern seas had come. Then it came upon us, leaping from above. As it fell upon us, I stared into it's maw, and my final regret was that I could not bring your end, to hear you plead as I ripped your fingers from your sockets." He chuckled. "Yet, though every member of your crew and mine was ripped to shreds, I slipped between it's teeth. I survived. Whatever Gods there may be, they smiled upon me, because it can be no less than divine intelligence that you should survive as well as me."
He stood, and drew his pistol from it's holster, pressing it into the chest of the pirate, until he feel his pounding heart vibrate through his arm. "It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes grow with fear! Lean in close and I'll whisper the last words... You'll hear!" And he leaned in close and whispered softly. A final crack reverberated through the Krakens belly, and that is the tale of the Mariners Revenge.
A tribute to the amazing
The Mariners Revenge Song
, by The Decemberists.
Post by
Morec0
Holy Wall of text....
Post by
Adamsm
Ouch, mine eyes.... Face man, break it up some.
Post by
Orranis
I broke it up as I could... It's mostly dialogue, so kind of hard.
Edit: Mine eyes? What are you, German?
Post by
Adamsm
I'm many things heh; literal mutt here.
Post by
Joemaster240
that was quite good. It looked a bit daunting at first with the huge paragraphs but it was good.
Post by
Orranis
that was quite good. It looked a bit daunting at first with the huge paragraphs but it was good.
I'm sad to say it does the song no justice. It compromises my usual style, because in dialogue you cannot describe much.
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