119 Sphinx (2/2)

”Cut that time by half Rein, the winds are going to be picking up. You can finish the cleaning job later, just get your body slightly stretched for any eventuality. Fawkes, get the boxes you prepared this morning ready. As soon as we hit land all of us will get a box that we can use for lunch. Angella, prepare the signal flares. Sorren, first aid.” I belted out as I ran below deck.

The time in the calm belt had taught me that things could strike at any moment, and for all my bluster as a fairly decent pirate, I was sure that the flippant attitude I had developed on the blues would not fly. I needed to be ready for everything.

With hasty steps I ran back up the stairs, seven revolvers in my hand. These would serve as a last resort. Angella and Terrick had awakened their observation and would be able to use it well. Scipio had been given basic training on the usage of all weapons and for the other two, it would serve as a last resort at least.

As soon as I got on deck I tossed the guns I had over to the crew, a tiny pouch of ammo and gun powder tied to the ends.

Angella nodded to me as she caught the one I tossed her way, her sword resting at her waist as she got up, the book firmly tucked away someplace.

Terrick smiled as he caught his, daggers shining wickedly in every conceivable place that it could be shoved.

Fawkes stood to the side, an ax on his back as he smiled. Where he got the dull looking weapon was anyone's guess.

Sorren smacked his fists together as he nodded, taking extra caution as he stowed away the gleaming revolver. He had made significant progress with his wound, but he wasn't at his full power by any stretch of the imagination. He could take out mooks easy, anything higher than a regular new world pirate on the other hand would be slightly hard to deal with.

With a dull thud the ship neared the shallow waters of the coasts, I could see the vast fields of green that surrounded the small wooden landing that worked as a makeshift port. No one was in sight, and so I could relax at least a bit.

They might not be able to recognize the faded print on the sides of the ship, or the pure black flag that we flew, but they would sure recognize the faded colors that lined the ship.

And as we began to lower the anchor I could not help but hiss in surprise. For regarding us meekly was a ugly creature with a white coat and a black face. Its lower fangs curved around its mouth as its brownish black eyes balked at the size of the ship.

”Fuck me sideways with a spiky dildo, it's a sphinx!”