nanowrimo- national novel writing month
well i got this idea for a story about pirates and a captian and crew that kinda borders along the same lines of one piece but not really. I dont really know where I want to head with it but what can ya do with just the start of an idea. so here we go! let the novel begin
the salty sea waves crashed against the banks below the docks of the old harbor as the patrons of a local pub slowly gathered around just after opening. Faces young and old new and reocuring and some just passing by the store front gathering supplies before they set back out to sea.
this was bucktooth harbor, a famous port for its exports in wine ale and many others so seeing a pub directly on the warf was no suprise to any one. hence why the pub was famous, many would travel for miles just to taste the ails that were produced from the isle's vinyards produced by the lapines of who worked so diligently to crate it every day.
on this day however the pub would play host to a scene rarely ever played out within the docks of bucktooth harbor. for today just outside the docks a few miles out to sea a ship bearing the mark almost as imfamouse as the docks pub. the flag boar a jolly roger flag unique for the fact that instead of a human skull it boar the skull of a snake with its jaws and fangs hooked around the bones that normaly flew on every jolly roger flag. this would not be your typical day indeed.
"John, go back and pump the hoses in back the pressure in the lines are growing weak again" said a beautiful maiden lapine.
"yes auntie medilia!" lapine child did as he was told running under the bars flip up door like it were a limbo stick that only just pushed his up right ears downward.
medilia, a strong willed lapine of the island who owned and oporated the pub since it was passed to her by her father. she has been here for ages. when asked by several of the passers by who come to the pub why she stays and up keeps the pub she would normaly always say "I love to see the fresh faces that the sea always seems to produce. all of them wanting a taste of our ail." Unfortunatly when most others attend the bar they are in for a rude awakening when they let their hands wander where they shouldn't the last who tried was a rodent who left the bar with its thumb cut off and shoved so far up his nose that he had to leave just to find some one to pull it out.
john, the boy who she sent back to pump the hoses was her sisters son who was their every day during his school breaks playing pirate on the docks with the other kids who lived there. he would always be at the pub watching sailors come and go. envious that he was at an age where he was to young to just up and go sailing like the grown ups always do.
the day continued Madilia served food and drinks to the customers like normal, occasionally getting a whistle from some playing pool. this all quickly came to a hult when a mass of shadows loomed in through the swinging saloon style doors. customers stopped and stared, some looking downright nervous.
the sound of a rattle became audiable as the doors swung open and a group of three naga slithered in. all three wearing plate armor over chain, the first naga baring no weapon and the two who fallows carrying two sabers in each hand,
the rattle is heard once more as the first approches the bar with a grin on its face and a blank white eye staring off straight ahead of him just to the left of where Madilia is standing.
he flicks his toung out several times, "you, bring me some ail."
"that will be (decide price here later)," she says
"he hisses, If you don't want the boy harmed You best just get me the ail, meat!"
her blood runs cold, she sent john back to pump the hoses an hour ago, she just figured he was off playing in the back. It never occured to her that he would be in any danger. she nods her head and begins pouring the glass.
"Well are you going to server me or no..." he is interupted mid sentence as the beer sent hits his tongue. "ahh, thats good, meat."
he takes it in in nearly two gulps before turning around looking back to the partons of the pub and slamming the glass back down on the bar shattering it spilling its contents all over the bar his hand and the floor.
"Now listen up ye bastards this port now belongs to the great capitan, Kissfang!"
Madilia lets out a small laugh under her breath.
"Oh, I guess our host finds the my captians name funny eh?"
"Oh I don't find his name funny at all good sir, but the keeper of our port might." she says with a grin for some unknown reason the look of fear on her face from before desolved.
he hisses in responce. "Keeper? so this port has a sherif? HA! to laugh who is this Cur so we might devower his body and use his head as a mast head!"
"Well why don't you ask him yourself, he just arrived" she says as she stares crossarmed at the double doored enterence with a smile, the two grunts with swords look as well,
beyond the doors a shadowed figure wearing a wide had and what looks like a scarf covering his face besides his muzzle stands. he pushes through the doors revealing a long black leather duster closed only to be accentuated by the large black leather boots.
"ah, come to die I see." the snake hisses.
there is no responce but silence.
"Well, What be the name of the protector of bucktooth port?" he says with a grin.
still no responce, only the footsteps of the great and tall dark figures boots clomping over the hard wood floor as he makes his way to the bar. the sound fallowed by the destinct noise of money being dropped on wood.
"The usual I take it?"
he nods and she begins pouring a glass of a specific ail. meanwhile the patrons all stare in silence to afraid to even make a move to the exit.
"What, be yer name.... cur."
no responce.
"You're silence shall be taken as disrespect and captian kissfang does not take kindly to insolence! Speak yer name OR die, Cur!.
still no responce from the man in the trench coat and hat.
"SO BE IT!!!!!" with a rattel of the tail and the movement of his scaled body the snake man lunges with a fist full boar at his face.
the shot connected sending him flying on the ground to his back on an empty space on the floor. his hat drifting softly down to the floor. the snake stands there rubbing his fist waiting for him to get up with some fight.
after some moments there is still no sign of movement from trench coat. the snake grins "so this is the protector of the great bucktooth harbor? down with one hit I must say I am dissapointed! let us go inform the captian of our victory and let him know this port will be easily taken."
he goes to turn toward the door and walk out but he is stopped when he slithers smack into what feels like a wall of leather. he flicks his tounge a bit and catches the sent of the man who was not a second ago on the floor "HOW THE HELL!?"
the trench coat man begins with a whisper, "you just knocked off my hat,"
"what?!" he hisses
"now I know of you sir fang fist, and I just so happen to know that one of those eyes of yours isn't really blind." he continues to whisper
"Wha... How could you!?" the sound of his voice is of great suprise.
"I know its not blind cause i saw you open it just before you're strike" he continues to whisper.
"how did you see..."he tries to say.
"I must tell you sir that only those who wish to see my face, knock off my hat." he says , "the last time some one who wished to see my face they only saw it for 5 seconds."
"Ha, is that how long they lasted before they vomit over how hidious you are under those scarfs around your head?" he hissed
"No," he said softly "Its how long it took for them to die after they saw it"
"Oh you surely jest, pest. lets see that face of your's It couldn't be as deadly as my captians fangs!" he hisses loudly "I will even open my eye just so I can laugh at your hidious face!"
he backs away from the trench coat fugure a few feet then opens his one good eye "okay lets... what?"
Where he saw the trechcoat figure a amoment before when he opened his eye there was only air. "What is this magic! where did you vanish too!? show yourself!"
before he could say any more the figure reappears a foot infront of his face the scarves that were covering his face flowing wildy behind him. The hair that was matted from being under the ears that covered his face revieled to resemble a lions main. his mouth was open larger then what you would think would be possible for a rabbit but instead of rabbit insicores the fangs seemed to match that of a feroucious lion about to have a feast. the eyes though, they were what caught the snakes attention the most over the visious fangs. one eye looked normal if not cat like the other the size of a small bacci ball but blood red in color with a black dot in the center for a pupil.
It only lasted a second before the world went black to the snake. then the spinal connection between his head and body was broken when the fangs crushed down and ripped his head off rending the snakes scales like a gillotien.
the trench coat figures ears wrapped his face once more covering his eye and blood stained mouth as he backs away from the snakes body still standing up right. the space where his head should have been replaced by a bloody stump the occacianal spurt of blood spewing out the top just before falling down forward landing at his feet.
The pub stood in silence as did the naga standing at the door. their green faces ghost white in fear over what they just wittnessed.
he turns to them his ears moving out of the way of his mouth after he finishes his meal of snake head. he licks his lips "I am captian Redeye of the great ship seafang! This port is under my crews protection, Tell your captian that If he really wants this port, I would be glad to show him my face."
The snakes hiss in anger at him the one to the left bellowing "The capitan will have this port and with the prisinor we will be taking with us there will be no way you can stop....
the snakes words are interupted by what sounds like a small millitias gun fire in the back of the pub fallowed by the flying body of one dead mutilated naga corps that hits the pubs back wall.
"us?" the naga looks at his once ship mate now bloody water sprinkler before looking back to the door he flew out of. "What the hell was that?!"
the door flys open and there stands a tall and proud mongoose with a mini goon over his left shoulder john sitting on his right, two more smaller mini guns under his arms and two shot guns in either hand. "so sorry did you say something? I couldn't hear you over my gun fire! let me introduce myself, I am Ranyard gun smith and also second in command of the great ship Seafang and boy let me tell you snakes what, you picked the wrong port to mess with."
"the two snakes look at eachother, back to Redeye and then to Ranyard, before looking back at eachother then taking off out the door leaving two yellow trails of urien behind them.
Ranyard laughs hard as he sets john down before running out the door after them "STOP! I HAVEN'T EVEN TOLD YOU THE NAMES OF MY GUNS YET LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THEM!"
after he exits the building the sounds of the miniguns going off outside can be heard loudly fallowed by some shot gun blasts.
Redeye takes a seat at the bar again setting some silver down "Again, the usual please."
"Think they will be back any time soon?" madilia asks.
"Nah," says Redeye. "Ranyard will have their ship sunk before it even leaves port."
"Really? how do you know?" she asks.
"He has a thing for tourturing snakes."
end chapter 1
chapter 2 will be coming soon this is nanowrimo so hopefully I will be able to get back to this before the end of the month. I hope you like the first chapter tell me what you think in comments.
the salty sea waves crashed against the banks below the docks of the old harbor as the patrons of a local pub slowly gathered around just after opening. Faces young and old new and reocuring and some just passing by the store front gathering supplies before they set back out to sea.
this was bucktooth harbor, a famous port for its exports in wine ale and many others so seeing a pub directly on the warf was no suprise to any one. hence why the pub was famous, many would travel for miles just to taste the ails that were produced from the isle's vinyards produced by the lapines of who worked so diligently to crate it every day.
on this day however the pub would play host to a scene rarely ever played out within the docks of bucktooth harbor. for today just outside the docks a few miles out to sea a ship bearing the mark almost as imfamouse as the docks pub. the flag boar a jolly roger flag unique for the fact that instead of a human skull it boar the skull of a snake with its jaws and fangs hooked around the bones that normaly flew on every jolly roger flag. this would not be your typical day indeed.
"John, go back and pump the hoses in back the pressure in the lines are growing weak again" said a beautiful maiden lapine.
"yes auntie medilia!" lapine child did as he was told running under the bars flip up door like it were a limbo stick that only just pushed his up right ears downward.
medilia, a strong willed lapine of the island who owned and oporated the pub since it was passed to her by her father. she has been here for ages. when asked by several of the passers by who come to the pub why she stays and up keeps the pub she would normaly always say "I love to see the fresh faces that the sea always seems to produce. all of them wanting a taste of our ail." Unfortunatly when most others attend the bar they are in for a rude awakening when they let their hands wander where they shouldn't the last who tried was a rodent who left the bar with its thumb cut off and shoved so far up his nose that he had to leave just to find some one to pull it out.
john, the boy who she sent back to pump the hoses was her sisters son who was their every day during his school breaks playing pirate on the docks with the other kids who lived there. he would always be at the pub watching sailors come and go. envious that he was at an age where he was to young to just up and go sailing like the grown ups always do.
the day continued Madilia served food and drinks to the customers like normal, occasionally getting a whistle from some playing pool. this all quickly came to a hult when a mass of shadows loomed in through the swinging saloon style doors. customers stopped and stared, some looking downright nervous.
the sound of a rattle became audiable as the doors swung open and a group of three naga slithered in. all three wearing plate armor over chain, the first naga baring no weapon and the two who fallows carrying two sabers in each hand,
the rattle is heard once more as the first approches the bar with a grin on its face and a blank white eye staring off straight ahead of him just to the left of where Madilia is standing.
he flicks his toung out several times, "you, bring me some ail."
"that will be (decide price here later)," she says
"he hisses, If you don't want the boy harmed You best just get me the ail, meat!"
her blood runs cold, she sent john back to pump the hoses an hour ago, she just figured he was off playing in the back. It never occured to her that he would be in any danger. she nods her head and begins pouring the glass.
"Well are you going to server me or no..." he is interupted mid sentence as the beer sent hits his tongue. "ahh, thats good, meat."
he takes it in in nearly two gulps before turning around looking back to the partons of the pub and slamming the glass back down on the bar shattering it spilling its contents all over the bar his hand and the floor.
"Now listen up ye bastards this port now belongs to the great capitan, Kissfang!"
Madilia lets out a small laugh under her breath.
"Oh, I guess our host finds the my captians name funny eh?"
"Oh I don't find his name funny at all good sir, but the keeper of our port might." she says with a grin for some unknown reason the look of fear on her face from before desolved.
he hisses in responce. "Keeper? so this port has a sherif? HA! to laugh who is this Cur so we might devower his body and use his head as a mast head!"
"Well why don't you ask him yourself, he just arrived" she says as she stares crossarmed at the double doored enterence with a smile, the two grunts with swords look as well,
beyond the doors a shadowed figure wearing a wide had and what looks like a scarf covering his face besides his muzzle stands. he pushes through the doors revealing a long black leather duster closed only to be accentuated by the large black leather boots.
"ah, come to die I see." the snake hisses.
there is no responce but silence.
"Well, What be the name of the protector of bucktooth port?" he says with a grin.
still no responce, only the footsteps of the great and tall dark figures boots clomping over the hard wood floor as he makes his way to the bar. the sound fallowed by the destinct noise of money being dropped on wood.
"The usual I take it?"
he nods and she begins pouring a glass of a specific ail. meanwhile the patrons all stare in silence to afraid to even make a move to the exit.
"What, be yer name.... cur."
no responce.
"You're silence shall be taken as disrespect and captian kissfang does not take kindly to insolence! Speak yer name OR die, Cur!.
still no responce from the man in the trench coat and hat.
"SO BE IT!!!!!" with a rattel of the tail and the movement of his scaled body the snake man lunges with a fist full boar at his face.
the shot connected sending him flying on the ground to his back on an empty space on the floor. his hat drifting softly down to the floor. the snake stands there rubbing his fist waiting for him to get up with some fight.
after some moments there is still no sign of movement from trench coat. the snake grins "so this is the protector of the great bucktooth harbor? down with one hit I must say I am dissapointed! let us go inform the captian of our victory and let him know this port will be easily taken."
he goes to turn toward the door and walk out but he is stopped when he slithers smack into what feels like a wall of leather. he flicks his tounge a bit and catches the sent of the man who was not a second ago on the floor "HOW THE HELL!?"
the trench coat man begins with a whisper, "you just knocked off my hat,"
"what?!" he hisses
"now I know of you sir fang fist, and I just so happen to know that one of those eyes of yours isn't really blind." he continues to whisper
"Wha... How could you!?" the sound of his voice is of great suprise.
"I know its not blind cause i saw you open it just before you're strike" he continues to whisper.
"how did you see..."he tries to say.
"I must tell you sir that only those who wish to see my face, knock off my hat." he says , "the last time some one who wished to see my face they only saw it for 5 seconds."
"Ha, is that how long they lasted before they vomit over how hidious you are under those scarfs around your head?" he hissed
"No," he said softly "Its how long it took for them to die after they saw it"
"Oh you surely jest, pest. lets see that face of your's It couldn't be as deadly as my captians fangs!" he hisses loudly "I will even open my eye just so I can laugh at your hidious face!"
he backs away from the trench coat fugure a few feet then opens his one good eye "okay lets... what?"
Where he saw the trechcoat figure a amoment before when he opened his eye there was only air. "What is this magic! where did you vanish too!? show yourself!"
before he could say any more the figure reappears a foot infront of his face the scarves that were covering his face flowing wildy behind him. The hair that was matted from being under the ears that covered his face revieled to resemble a lions main. his mouth was open larger then what you would think would be possible for a rabbit but instead of rabbit insicores the fangs seemed to match that of a feroucious lion about to have a feast. the eyes though, they were what caught the snakes attention the most over the visious fangs. one eye looked normal if not cat like the other the size of a small bacci ball but blood red in color with a black dot in the center for a pupil.
It only lasted a second before the world went black to the snake. then the spinal connection between his head and body was broken when the fangs crushed down and ripped his head off rending the snakes scales like a gillotien.
the trench coat figures ears wrapped his face once more covering his eye and blood stained mouth as he backs away from the snakes body still standing up right. the space where his head should have been replaced by a bloody stump the occacianal spurt of blood spewing out the top just before falling down forward landing at his feet.
The pub stood in silence as did the naga standing at the door. their green faces ghost white in fear over what they just wittnessed.
he turns to them his ears moving out of the way of his mouth after he finishes his meal of snake head. he licks his lips "I am captian Redeye of the great ship seafang! This port is under my crews protection, Tell your captian that If he really wants this port, I would be glad to show him my face."
The snakes hiss in anger at him the one to the left bellowing "The capitan will have this port and with the prisinor we will be taking with us there will be no way you can stop....
the snakes words are interupted by what sounds like a small millitias gun fire in the back of the pub fallowed by the flying body of one dead mutilated naga corps that hits the pubs back wall.
"us?" the naga looks at his once ship mate now bloody water sprinkler before looking back to the door he flew out of. "What the hell was that?!"
the door flys open and there stands a tall and proud mongoose with a mini goon over his left shoulder john sitting on his right, two more smaller mini guns under his arms and two shot guns in either hand. "so sorry did you say something? I couldn't hear you over my gun fire! let me introduce myself, I am Ranyard gun smith and also second in command of the great ship Seafang and boy let me tell you snakes what, you picked the wrong port to mess with."
"the two snakes look at eachother, back to Redeye and then to Ranyard, before looking back at eachother then taking off out the door leaving two yellow trails of urien behind them.
Ranyard laughs hard as he sets john down before running out the door after them "STOP! I HAVEN'T EVEN TOLD YOU THE NAMES OF MY GUNS YET LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THEM!"
after he exits the building the sounds of the miniguns going off outside can be heard loudly fallowed by some shot gun blasts.
Redeye takes a seat at the bar again setting some silver down "Again, the usual please."
"Think they will be back any time soon?" madilia asks.
"Nah," says Redeye. "Ranyard will have their ship sunk before it even leaves port."
"Really? how do you know?" she asks.
"He has a thing for tourturing snakes."
end chapter 1
chapter 2 will be coming soon this is nanowrimo so hopefully I will be able to get back to this before the end of the month. I hope you like the first chapter tell me what you think in comments.