62 Granted (2/2)
A few hours later the duo could be seen exiting a dingy two-storied building, the jewels notably absent from their hands, replacing which was a suitcase of what could safely be presumed to be money.
”Umm captain, the job's done. This was the only thing that had come up today, so we just have to get back to the ship. Why don't you go first, I have some polishing to do on these..” he said gesturing to his blades.
”Sure why not?” Lorean called out, before walking silently into the evening. Of course after he had crossed the corner, he immediately doubled back to tail his suspicious companion.
Terrick on the other hand, waited in his spot for a brief five minutes before turning around to rush to the slums, his pace constantly increasing.
Lorean chuckled to himself silently. Terrick was many things, a good assassin one of them, but he often let his guard down when he was confident that one of his plans would go through. To an assassin this was as dangerous as a tell was for a gambler.
With a brisk walk Terrick had arrived at what looked like his destination. A dilapidated single storied house with a leaky ceiling and a broken window.
With a swift knock Terrick briskly entered the room while Lorean took his place silently at the roof of the house looking through one of the numerous holes that dotted its surface. Through the hole he could see the dull glimmer of a lantern sitting next to a gaunt and pale little boy.
”Brat here, take this” Terrick said from his spot at the corner of the room, passing a half eaten box of food to him. The food had been what Fawkes had prepared for the both of them when he found out that the duo would go on a mission together.
With a dull groan that sounded like it came from his stomach, the young child quickly gobbled down the food that he had been given. Wiping his mouth and hands with a dull rag that hung from his bed.
With a quick flurry the boy immediately settled back down. ”Big Brother what are you going to teach me today?” he asked pulling out a makeshift book from a patchy pocket sewn onto his leg.
”We are going to finish what we started with of course!” Terrick replied boisterously, we shall only perfect what I had taught you back then. ”Ehhh that's what you've been saying from the beginning!!! I want to learn how to fight!! I want to learn how to act cool!!” he said throwing his arms out in a tantrum.
Learn how to read before you can throw your hands around brat! You aren't built to be a fighter, and I don't have much time today so we shall read something!” he snapped before pulling out a book titled 'Noland the liar'.
With a dull chuckle Lorean got off the roof of the house and knocked on its doors.
”Would you look at that, the rough and tough assassin finally grew a brain!” He exclaimed, genuine joy in his voice.
He never wanted a crew of puppets, that had never been his dream. He had always wished for a group of brothers and sisters to sail the seas with, and finally Terrick had begun to think of himself as a free individual, now it would only be a matter of time before he saw himself as a sworn sibling…
However, now Lorean had to deal with the situation at hand.
With a dull creak the door swung inwards reveling a sweating Terrick and a confused child that had just begun to read the first words of a fairytale.
”Captain I can explain!” Terrick called out, but was pointedly ignored. ”What is your name boy? ” Lorean asked with a raised eyebrow.
”Scipio sir. It was a name I gave myself so I don't have a surname…” the child replied, unsure of the situation that he had been placed into.
”Terrick, when you joined my crew, what did I tell you? Do you remember?” Lorean asked, still not looking at the panicked assassin.
With a deep breath Terrick remembered, he remembered the time in the auction when he had been given a choice. He remembered those words from back then and chuckled.
”..........................................…..SHishishsihsihsishi.... Good! Finally I see a little spine in you Terrick, remember, this crew does not have useless and greedy individuals! Anyone in this crew shall have a mind of his own! Oi Fawkes, how much of our coffers still remain?....................”
”It seems it was only me who was over thinking. Captain permission to recruit the boy, Scipio onto the crew as a cabin boy?” he asked, seemingly forgetting all of his worries. A cheerful smile on his face and a quirky upturn of his eyebrows. ”I shall take full responsibility.”
”Granted!”