CHAPTER 14 HATRED AND METAL
Stay calm. Gotta think of something.
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That''s it.
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“What treasure?”
C''mon, gotta think of something, something that wasn''t just old bracelets or skeletons.
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No matter what I answer to that, it''s not good news. Gotta try and distract them.
The Hunnigan''s Glory laid in waiting.
Now, go in for the kill.
“gold.”
There, that''ll do for a distraction.
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X almighty. If people are gonna keep doing that to me, I might have to start charging.
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Ol'' Beauty already procured by a skinny Feline with purple and black fur and a tricorn hat. The cat-like pirate held his sabre to Kutja''s throat, the large gun tied up behind their back.
“you have it?”
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There''s an actual golden skull here somewhere. What are the chances of that? Still, if it is somewhere around here, it didn''t look like it was in that skull room.
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“are they?” Ban asked.
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Is that a signal...or?
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This is it. Gotta do something, again.
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Now.
“Oof!” He called out dramatically.
“no!” He called out.
“Help! Help! I think the treasure...has...cursed...ack...me!”
“happening?” He cried.
“so...cursed...” Artie said, curling up into fetal position. “Cannot control...body...”
Islanda, sending the heel of her palm into the forehead of a nother Orkan, forcing him to stumble backwards, dizzy. Their Mud-goblin compatriate locked into combat with the Fisher-Goblin, rekindling an ancient rivalry as the two dragged each-other down into the grassy dirt. Kutja roared as he leapt upon the terrified Feline, trying to pull the gun away from their claws. Artifae jumped upwards, watching the chaos unfurl. Although they had the element of surprise, the brigands still outnumbered them. A skinny mountain eve with a halberd charged him, the spear-point trained on Artie missed and sunk into the ground. Artie bounded out of the way, as different crew members tackled one another.
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This is it, time to do something!
Ol'' Beauty, and waiting to meet the eyes of her next target.
“Re...retreat!” He called, bolting away from the group.
“doing?” They called out. “Don''t let ''em get away, they know where the treasure is!”
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“we''ll go find the treasure.”
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I can''t stay here, waiting for the captain, even if I''ve only got this cat''s sword, I have to try and help.
The Hunnigan''s Glory. The Mountain Eve with the halberd was engaging Ban with another Dromea pirate, the first-mate spinning their two inky blades around quickly, but losing ground. Artie yelled as he leapt his sword swinging towards the Eve. Their ears twitched and they spun to meet him, the dulled cutlass sinking slightly into the wooden staff near his hands. Artie pulled back, but the sword was stuck. The Eve pulled too, and they were stuck in a stalemate. The eve released his grip slightly, before pulling sharply towards himself again, and Artie was pulled into the Eve''s forehead. It truck him on the nose, sending a dark splodge into his retinas that stung and sang.
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Oh Hel, it''s getting angry.
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The Hunnigan''s Glory away from him. The Moon-Orkan was much, much closer. He began to tremble, slowly reaching for another arrow, when the beast roared again. The brigand yelped, and moved to run back into the trees, but the motion startled the beast. It roared angrily, thundering towards him. It''s large legs moving like pistons, frighteningly fast. It bellowed again as it reached the sprinting Orkan, and barged him with its large head. Artie could hear the wind leaving his lungs as he flew through the air, landign and rolling, and continuing to as the great feet trampled him.
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“Move!” They shouted, and Artie followed.
No!
“Kutja!” He yelled.
No way we''re gonna make it to the tree-line. Gotta think of something...
That''s our only chance.
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“Misha!”
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The Hunnigan''s Glory reunited warmly.
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“sure it wasn''t in the skull-room.” The High-Eve said, nursing a scratch on his forehead.
“skull-room?” The Sea-Eve lookout asked.
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Right. Escaping certain death only to get back on a boat with more of the same.
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Yeah, you and me both.
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“no...!” He began, before bolting forwards.
The Hunnigan''s Glory.