( @cheshire0824Â owns Louis, Ernesto, Andreas, and East )
They had escaped the vampire hell, escaped Salazar and his men. A time to celebrate and be joyous. For weeks they enjoyed their freedom, savoring life. But the relief didn’t last. They were being hunted still, and they had spotted the Silent Mary in the distance, half shrouded by fog. Demons just didn’t know when to give up. Jack eyed the ship, forming a plan. He was tired of running. Not that his life before the vampires had been all rum and roses, oh no. Plenty of enemies had pursued him.
Only this time, Sparrow wanted to try something different, aside from fleeing or fighting. Mostly fleeing in his case, as Hector was so quick to point out. Something clicked when he saw his old friend and occasional opponent, pick up one of the last apples on the Queen Anne. Jack shot his hand out and grabbed Hector’s wrist. Barbossa gave him a wicked glare.
“Hold off on that mate....I have a sudden use for that and the rest....an idea....a good way of dealing with our current leech problem.”
Hector leaned to the side, lip curling.
“Unfortunately, Salamander be the only one of that lot that likes apples enough to fall for a poisoned one. Besides, we’d only get three of those bastards in total...nice thinking though...”
“Who said anything about killing? Why kill Salamander, when you can catch him?...What say you, Barbossa?”
The pirate captain squinted for a moment before grinning along with him. Louis and Henry had overheard the conversation and immediately perked up, jogging over. This was either going to be a lot of fun, or a monumental disaster.
“What about the rest of em?”
“We capture them all!”
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Armando grumpily moved about the decks and halls of the Mary, thoughts on nothing but the pair of birds that had eluded him, and Henry. So many prizes, out of his grasp...he snarled to himself, seething with emotion. His men avoided getting in his way, not wishing to find themselves between him and his walk and a potential tantrum.
Some of the fog cleared, and a small table was in view some yards away. Salazar blinked. It hadn’t been there on his last round about the ship. Was he exhausting himself that much? But the sight of what lay on the table, made him smile. Apples! Fresh ones at that....perfecto. He strode right to it, picking one up and chomping into it. Nothing but bliss.
That’s when someone fell onto his back. He staggered in surprise, then froze with anger. Who, among his loyal men, would dare do something like this? Armando had an idea....a certain officer had been bored of late...
“MOSS!” he thundered. But the smell was not a vampire. It was human....young and male. Familiar.
Armando craned his neck. Louis Sparrow was perched on his back, a mixture of satisfaction and triumph on his face. He raised one hand, and the captain feared silver. But instead of a knife, something jabbed into the area between his shoulder blades. Seemed to be wood. Louis was making no effort to be gentle, but it wasn’t causing pain. In fact, it felt so.....pleasant.
Salazar calmed, muscles relaxing. Henry and Jack appeared in front of him, one with a grim, cold expression, and the other with a smirk; arms spread wide as Jack gave a bow.
“Miss me, you old parasite?”
The vampire didn’t shout his name, only gave a light laugh as his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell forward; right on top of Jack.
“ARGH! Bloody hell....Louis! You couldn’t have held off on the point?!”
His son got off the Matador, snorting as Jack wriggled out from under.
“You’re the one who got too close!”
Armando stirred, coming out of the stupor as the acupressure stick was no longer in use. He rumbled like the pits of hell, but a net was flung over him from Henry, searing his face. Salazar howled as he was subdued once again; the boys fist bumping in victory.
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Andreas, East, and Ernesto were shivering with anticipation. They would be nabbing two of their former tormentors, Moss and Magda. Composing himself, Andreas straightened and knocked on Miguel’s door. The bigger, older one first. Then the small fry....
A yawning sigh came from inside the office. Their target was tired, and in just the nick of time.
“Enter...this had better be good...”
Magda wasn’t even paying attention to who had just come into the room. From the sound of it, three individuals.
“Right in the middle of organizing, make it quick.” Then the scent hit him.
Miguel snapped his head up, purple eyes blinking in shock. The trio of former privates! How had they?-
“Hola, spiderfingers!”
A silver net was shot out at him from some sort of hand held canon. It enveloped the doctor, and he shrieked as it burned his flesh, smoke emitting where it made contact. He fell out of the chair, writhing about. Andreas, East, and Ernesto observed with glee, savage joy filling them.
“You’re coming with us....”
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After the not so good doctor was successfully wrangled, it was onto Mossy. Loud snoring came from the smaller officer’s quarters. The trio snickered as they crept into his room. He was sprawled on the bed, drooling over the side and twitching in his sleep. An easy catch....
A muzzle was placed on Moss, and he barely cracked an eye. Ernesto yelled into his ear.
“HEY! TIME TO RISE AND SHINE, YOU NASTY TICK!”
Moss’s eyes flew open and he screeched at the rude awakening, struggling as he was cuffed with silver. A second net shot over him for good measure. The trio high fived each other as the officer was dragged from the room; kicking and screaming.
The pirates all gathered with their catches, elated and laughing. One piercing eye regarded them all from the darkness beyond the deck, and Lesaro dug his claws into the wood. Oh, these fools would pay dearly for doing this.....
A silver spray struck him, landing in his eye. Guillermo roared, clutching his face and staggering in agony. Carina emerged, aiming the spray and giving him several more good hits.
“That’s for kidnapping and bewitching me, you bastard!”
The lieutenant was promptly mugged from behind, more netting enclosing him and preventing escape.
It was the time for the humans to have the upper hand here. It was the time of the pirates now....
