Re: [Part 7] Pirate!UK/US - Freedom (1d/?)
anonymous
June 27 2010, 05:23:09 UTC
Alfred stopped running when he saw a solider fighting against one of the pirates, but he was having trouble. The wounded soldier fell when the pirate casted away his sword so effortlessly. He rose his arm up and Alfred found the perfect opportunity to interfere.
Right before the final blow is struck to the soldier, Alfred slid in and shielded the strike with his sword. Taken back, the pirate backed off and cocked his head at Alfred before sneering. “Goin’ ‘ead to ‘ead with a pirate? You got some balls mate.”
Alfred positioned his sword, even though he was sure it was the wrong way, it wouldn’t be cool to suddenly change it up right, and said, “I’m not your mate you unjust filth!” and thrusted his sword forward, but the pirate evaded smoothly. With a grunt, Alfred quickly blocked the sweep of the pirate’s blade that was aimed for his hip. He stepped back, provoking the pirate to rush in, and luckily, he took the bait. The pirate leaped him, his sword help up high and came down fast toward Alfred but Alfred would never feel the impact on his sword.
Another soldier appeared and managed to block the pirate’s attack. “Alfred,” he says to him, “Go home!”
“No way! I want to stay and fight!”
The soldier, never turned away from the pirate he’s engaged with, tells him, “You never did listen to what others say, did you…? Just, go home Alfred!” “No!” And Alfred, just to spite the soldier, ran deeper into the chaotic town.
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No longer in the wide open, Alfred hid behind trees, taking occasional glances for pirates and soldiers alike. But a scream is heard, and Alfred’s head poked out from behind the tree, seeing a woman run toward him, and a pirate too not far behind. An idea to hold the sword out for the pirate to run into is quickly put out, knowing that that could possibly kill him. As much as he hated these guys, the idea of spilling blood wouldn’t make him any better than they were. Looking around him in the patches of grass, he found an empty bottle of rum and decided it should be enough. He placed himself firmly behind a tree and waited until the woman ran by. Once she did, he quietly counted to three and held out the rum bottle.
For a moment, he wondered if he held it out too early or too late, but he felt the pirate run into the bottle, flip once, possibly twice, and pass out on the ground.
Alfred moved away from the tree to observe the body below him. “Wow, these guys aren’t very smart, are they?”
He ran further into the turmoil, only to find two pirates and two soldiers sword fighting side by side. Although they look like they’ll be alright, Alfred decided to help them anyway, even if they don’t want it. When he arrives, the two soldiers, not taking their eyes off the enemy, told Alfred to go home. He pouted. “Come on, let me help!”
One of the solders grunted out, “You’re the governor’s son, Alfred, you need to go home and be safe!”
The next thing Alfred knew was that both soldiers were knocked out cold thanks to a couple of rum bottles smashed on their heads.
“What-” In his shock, Alfred arms were restrained behind his back by two broad arms and he dropped the rusty sword he brought with him. He was caught off guard.
A third pirate, whom Alfred didn’t see at first, grabbed his chin and asked, “Are you the son of the gov, mate?” His breath stunk so much that Alfred’s face contorted in disgust.
“Let me go!” was Alfred’s answer.
The pirates holding Alfred smirks and talked behind him. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Let’s take him to the captain; I’m sure he’ll make great use of this.”
Right before the final blow is struck to the soldier, Alfred slid in and shielded the strike with his sword. Taken back, the pirate backed off and cocked his head at Alfred before sneering. “Goin’ ‘ead to ‘ead with a pirate? You got some balls mate.”
Alfred positioned his sword, even though he was sure it was the wrong way, it wouldn’t be cool to suddenly change it up right, and said, “I’m not your mate you unjust filth!” and thrusted his sword forward, but the pirate evaded smoothly. With a grunt, Alfred quickly blocked the sweep of the pirate’s blade that was aimed for his hip. He stepped back, provoking the pirate to rush in, and luckily, he took the bait. The pirate leaped him, his sword help up high and came down fast toward Alfred but Alfred would never feel the impact on his sword.
Another soldier appeared and managed to block the pirate’s attack. “Alfred,” he says to him, “Go home!”
“No way! I want to stay and fight!”
The soldier, never turned away from the pirate he’s engaged with, tells him, “You never did listen to what others say, did you…? Just, go home Alfred!”
“No!” And Alfred, just to spite the soldier, ran deeper into the chaotic town.
-
No longer in the wide open, Alfred hid behind trees, taking occasional glances for pirates and soldiers alike. But a scream is heard, and Alfred’s head poked out from behind the tree, seeing a woman run toward him, and a pirate too not far behind. An idea to hold the sword out for the pirate to run into is quickly put out, knowing that that could possibly kill him. As much as he hated these guys, the idea of spilling blood wouldn’t make him any better than they were. Looking around him in the patches of grass, he found an empty bottle of rum and decided it should be enough. He placed himself firmly behind a tree and waited until the woman ran by. Once she did, he quietly counted to three and held out the rum bottle.
For a moment, he wondered if he held it out too early or too late, but he felt the pirate run into the bottle, flip once, possibly twice, and pass out on the ground.
Alfred moved away from the tree to observe the body below him. “Wow, these guys aren’t very smart, are they?”
He ran further into the turmoil, only to find two pirates and two soldiers sword fighting side by side. Although they look like they’ll be alright, Alfred decided to help them anyway, even if they don’t want it. When he arrives, the two soldiers, not taking their eyes off the enemy, told Alfred to go home. He pouted. “Come on, let me help!”
One of the solders grunted out, “You’re the governor’s son, Alfred, you need to go home and be safe!”
The next thing Alfred knew was that both soldiers were knocked out cold thanks to a couple of rum bottles smashed on their heads.
“What-” In his shock, Alfred arms were restrained behind his back by two broad arms and he dropped the rusty sword he brought with him. He was caught off guard.
A third pirate, whom Alfred didn’t see at first, grabbed his chin and asked, “Are you the son of the gov, mate?” His breath stunk so much that Alfred’s face contorted in disgust.
“Let me go!” was Alfred’s answer.
The pirates holding Alfred smirks and talked behind him. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Let’s take him to the captain; I’m sure he’ll make great use of this.”
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