69 Flames that rose to end love… (1/2)
”Pere--- ka lick!” the transponder snail called out before immediately calling out in a sleazy voice.
”Boss! You asked us to call you if there was a change in the air. Honestly, this information is probably the most world shaking information we have, even more earthshaking then even Roger's execution!” The voice called out, breathlessly heaving on the other side.
”Get to it, don't waste my time!” I said giving Angella a look as I slowly pushed the tip of the rapier that had been pushed into the fabric of my clothes.
”Fine, fine boss! But I want a raise!~” He called out as he finally collected himself. ”Boss, seriously I think that you need to sit down for this” he said self importantly.
”Carl I swear to god, if you dilly dally anymore than you already have I'm seriously going to reach through the damn snail to gut you!” I roared, my patience coming to an end as I looked over at the prone and stern form of Angella.
”Fine then, this information just came in with the latest paper. It's about the most recent and forceful of marine actions in the past decade or so.. It's about the razing of Ohara..” and with those chilling words the man cut the call.
I stiffened before snapping my head towards the paling Angella. A chocking cry rose strangled from her constricted throat as a hint of madness gleamed in her eyes.
”He's lying! He must be! Why would Ohara be razed?! It must be another one of your ploys! it can't be, it just cannot be…” and with a maddened huff she charged at me, the glint of her blade matching the malicious rage that had appeared in her eyes.
With a quick twirl out of the way, I avoided the pointed tip of her blade before firmly holding onto her hand and pulling her closer using the momentum of her charge to make a quick chop to her neck.
With a gargle of saliva she fell to her knees, glaring at me with so much hate that she reminded me of that day on the boat when I had vowed to raze the world government to the ground.
With a rapid twist of my leg I brought the back of my palm to the base of her neck decisively chopping at it to knock her out.
I took no joy in seeing one of my newest crew members crumpling down with a frozen expression of pure and undiluted rage…
(FAWKES POV)
With a silent glance Fawkes had seen as the form of the white clocked book worm trudged up the wooden steps of the ship, obviously heading to the captain's cabin.
With a sniff he slowly looked at the shoddy attempt she had made at tying him up. If it was someone else she might have succeeded in buying some time, unfortunately however she had chosen to tie up a person who had spent close to his entire life studying the way a sailor had to behave and all the things that one would have to do on a ship. To him dealing with this simple sailors knot could not take more than a mere fifteen minutes.