"I'm going to follow Drake around for a while. Tie up loose ends in my past. If I know where that dark being has been while I was with Sorcha, I can begin to understand what he was thinking." He sighed and rubbed his face.
Dante led her from the bar and out to the docks, the Sea Dragon anchored to the harbor. Her white sails tied tightly up and the red dragon at the helm as fearsome as it's Captain when angered. "Ah, the Sea Dragon. A lovely ship, almost as lovely as the creature I hold beside me." he looked over at Kate and led her aboard his ship. Morgan sat silently until John had finished his tale. "You've had quite the adventure then John. Good to see you're alive still. We'll be heading back to England then." Morgan had no idea where the journal could've come from or who would've written it.
Gabriel shrugged her off and left his past self to live out the weeks with Sorcha that were to come. He thought, I need to distract Drake. I don't know where he was all that time while I was with Sorcha but he was no where to be seen.
Dante took a long swig of his beer and emptied it. Slamming it on the bar his dark blue eyes sparkled, "Ah you must see the Sea Dragon. Aye, she's a beauty." Alistar leaned against he bar, drunk already and toppled over, passing out on the floor. Dante gave him a curious nudge with his foot, "Huh, well that's unfortunate." he laughed an tipped Kate's chin up toward him. Examining her face, "Truly a gem of the sea." Sir Morgan spotted his friend, after surviving the passed storm he commanded them to send a boat. "Hurry now!" They rowed him back to the ship and Morgan pulled him to his feet, "Get this man dry clothes, food and water!" The crew hurried to obey.
Gabriel hesitated on his way out, pulling Eliza with him, "Don't be. He gets what he deserves soon enough. There's much more value to this era to me than to much of the others. This is the era in which Drake is imprisoned below the depths of Hell itself. Captive in chains of torment and suffering. A fitting place for my brother." Sorcha pulled away from Drake and slapped him hard, "Kiss me again and I'll make minced meat out of you." Drake grinned and stood, his wound gone cept for the hole in his clothes, "Dear brother, is that not your knife?" Gabriel glanced down at the blade in his hand before it faded away to dust, "It looked like it was, but...it's gone." Gabriel's knife returned to him and he wiped the blood onto his sleeve, "There's nothing better than the satisfaction of stabbing Drake, even in the past. It had to happen, Eliza, you understand."
"Well indeed, mi'lady fair. Let us enjoy the night." He grabbed a mug filled with beer and lifted it, "A toast! To...enjoyable nights and drunken mornings." he smiled at her, and wished he could have at least one enjoyable night with such a woman. Alistar understood the meaning of his toast and lifted his mug with his Captain, "Aye! Drunken mornings!"
Gabriel gave Eliza a glimpse into his burning soul and hardened himself for what was to come of his past. Drake reached up and pulled Sorcha down to him, "Thank you, deary. Perhaps you'd grace me with a gift?" Before Sorcha could answer Drake kissed her. Gabriel fisted his hands and stood by, "Drake, you b*stard!" "Gabriel closed his eyes, feeling his brother's beginning of his betrayal all over again.
"Ah I swear this evening couldn't be more...uneventful." Choosing to keep his affairs silent as always, he touched the locket around his neck and lessened his grin to a pleasant smile, "And what brings a first mate like you out here without your Captain around?"
Gabriel glared at Drake as he whispered his name. Drake looked up and shut his eyes, a small ball of eerie light shining in his hand. Gabriel gritted his teeth, "Must not interfere, let him steal Sorcha's memories....never." His resolve set he summoned a knife in his hand and chucked it at Drake, hitting him in the shoulder. Drake fell and Gabriel and Sorcha ran to him, covering his wound, "Who dares throw a knife....huh?" he recognized the knife, it was one of his...could it be? Sorcha glanced around before she snapped her fingers and the lights went out in the tavern. "Be still Drake, let me." A soft glow came from her fingers that were pressed to the wound. "My lady you do me a great honor."
Dante grinned, "Dante Leighton, Captain of the Sea Dragon. A pleasure to meet you indeed, Kate." He gently lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. Alistar frowned at his Captain, "Cap'n..." After being ignored for long enough, he dropped the slight pirate accent and spoke with an english accent, "Captain Leighton, I admire your great skill as a Captain and a gentleman, but if you would please just--" Dante lifted his hand and Alistar shut up, "Alistar, it's not polite to inturrupt your Captain when he's speaking."
Gabriel watched his past self and Sorcha with a mournful gaze. Drake grinned and pulled her hand from Gabriel's, "She happens to be a fine lass who has agreed to go to dinner with me. Isn't that right, love?" Sorcha pulled her hand from Drakes and returned it to Gabriel's, "No, I am not. You, though, are very fasignating. I'm Sorcha. And you might be?" "Gabriel Coran. Drake's younger brother." Gabriel frowned at his brother's look of hatred, how had he not noticed it bloomed at that moment. "Drake..."
Zain was tired but he let Orphan sleep and sharped his lance, "There isn't a way in hell to reverse this completely. I will do what I can to kill Lady Shiv, for you Orphan."
Sir Morgan started to sail off on his ship, Annie Jean, leaving Captain Leighton to his revelries. Dante sulked at the table in the bar again, "What a dreadful day." he looked over at the girl he'd seen eariler, she hadn't left amongst all the commotion, surprising. "Mi'lady, I trust my wicked eye has not betrayed my darkest thoughts and you would grace myself with your name?" Alistar looked over at his captain, "Sir..." Alistar was ignored as Dante waited for the woman to answer.
Morgan sighed, "He was a sorry fellow." he said to John and turned to Dante, "If you'll be so kind, I'd like to return to my ship now....Mr. Leighton? Wh-what are you doing? You shot one of your own?" Dante shrugged and pocketed his pistol, "Be my guest, Sir Morgan, Mr. Taylor." He walked away and back to the bar. Settling himself at a table with Alistar and a few others of his crew he dropped his head to the table and held up the warrent for his arrest, "The King wants my head again. What will it take for him to lay off this old pirate?" Morgan escorted John to a safer inn where they could rest and left John there, "I must be on my way. There is important buisness to do."
Sir Morgan cast a glance at Dante and found him staring at a locket around his neck, "John," he spoke quietly to his comrade, "Why did you come out here in the first place? Buisness is buisness to these people. If they'd have found you before I did, they'd have killed you. You shouldn't be here." Dante listened closely as the tiny locket played a melody that was sweet and familiar. He sighed softly and glanced up, his blue eyes hard and dangerous as the sea, "Have you gentlemen had enough? They obviously are not here. Now, it's bad for my rep to be seen with a few British officers." He pulled his pistol from his pocket and aimed at them. "So sorry, Sir Morgan, Mr. Taylor." He pulled the trigger but neither of them felt the iron ball hit them. A heavy thud fell behind them and Morgan turned around to see Dante had shot a pirate with a knife in his hand. Dante's locket's song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fur86y7dQJ4
You mean the Persona one? http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?105601-Persona-Mask-of-Origins
Morgan shook his head and Dante removed his hand from his pistol. "Good to see you John. More of a surprise to see you here." he pulled the warrents from his pocket and handed them to Dante, "See here Captain Leighton, these warrents are for the arrests of a few pirates we've had some trouble with. John, you know them. They've eluded you for years. I've decided to elist Mr. Leighton's help in finding them." he caught Dante's distrusting look and shook out the warrent for Dante's arrest, "For a good favor of course." Dante sighed, "Gentlemen, it appears more of the Navy than I can be responsible for is here," he said, indicating John, "Buisness will have to be concluded not to your satisfaction Sir Morgan." Alistar drew his cutlass, "Ye best git on outta here 'for the rest of the crew get back from eatin'. We don't take well to British on our ship." Dante gave him a disappointed look and lowered Alistar's cutlass, "Forgive my first mate, he's been at sea too long and all we've seen is British." Morgan nodded and handed half of the warrents to John, "Of course Mr. Leighton. C'mon John, we stay here we'll certanly get beheaded by these mongrels."
Dante thought it peculiar for an officer of the navy to act such a way. "Ah, the Navy, I'll never understand them. As different as pirates but as same as the law." Alistar leaned close to Dante, "Cap'n, wasn't that John Taylor? Of the ship we had to sink just last july? Reckon he's got himself a new ship now?" "Not a doubt in my mind Alistar. Now, on to buisness." He started out of the bar with Alistar tagging along behind him toward his ship. Sir Morgan tapped his finger impatiently on the Sea Dragon's redwood railings, he hadn't planned to come all the way out here just to find Captain Leighton away from his ship. Touching the warrents in his pocket he wondered if he should even consider what Dante had to bargain with for the warrents to disappear.
Not really, it's been snowing since last night so I'm kinda sick of snow.
Dante stared at the man who'd shot another pirate. He recognized the man and smiled good naturedly, "Something we can help you with? Mr. Taylor?" He addressed him by name with a cynical smile and Alistar moved to pull his cutlass from his sheath, "Easy Mr. Marlowe, I'm sure this British officer means us harmless pirates no harm. Not on our turf. He'd be a fool to pick a fight." Alistar grumbled and let his hand simply rest on the hilt.
