《PIRATES: SAGA》2. COURAGE OF THE BRAVEST AND BRAINS OF THE SMARTEST
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PIRATES:SAGA
2. COURAGE OF THE BRAVEST AND BRAINS OF THE SMARTEST
I know life has only taken things from me, so if I donot clenched to them it is going to fade away.
"GIVE MY LOCKET BACK," I had said it, with all my guts.
"Oh, kid got some courage to be a pirate, sorry but we don't have vacancy," Jack replied as he hammered his leg to my hand which were holding his legs.
It's sure hurts but pain of losing my mother's locket is lot more.
I hooked my hands on his trousers and pulled my self up, I was in no condition to stand up without support as he looked into my eyes, I noticed him more fairly, dark black eyes, slight facial hair, a scar on his left cheek, long hair and a gold ear-ring on the left side of the ear.
"You know, you pissed me off," Jack glared.
As he punched me straight into my guts.
"Ahhh," it hurts like hell.
But I was already prepared for the consequences.
"You don't have any intention of leaving me huh," Jack warned.
"Give me my locket back,"
"Fine, you want it you get it,"
He detached me from himself and pushed me backwards and pointed his forefinger towards me, I was not ready for that.
"Colico, stop that," Robert asked but it was futile.
As soon as Jack touched me with his finger, there was a Ring, a white pearl was engraved on it, I was bewelidered.
A gust of wind surrounded him.
I was thrown in the air as I broke through the window of the bar.
It was as if a gust of wind pressured me and throwed me out of its way.
Jack move toward Rober.
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Put his hands on his shoulder,"don't dare call me colico again, they have their own comfort."
(Note: colico is a cheap fabric clothing, because he wears it everyday, he was nicknamed as colico Jack.)
I was laying towards the inner wall of the bar as the outer wall was more or less broken.
Robert moved towards me and said,"now you get it kid, life is not as easy as you think it is. Forget about that pebble. Your life is more important than that."(Note; kid word was used in a way to express immaturity of our protagonist.)
"Don't call my locket as a pebble and I am not a kid,"
This time I was standing with all the sheer strength I have got, my forehead was stained with the blood and it started dripping downwards, there was a chilling pain in my stomach area but not enough to pull me down.
"Don't you get it, you already lost," Charles replied as he was eating his chicken legs from left hand and flaunting his boarding axe in his right hand.
(Note: believe or not Charles have every variety of food)
I know I am standing near my dead doors but why does this dose of adrenaline is only increasing my excitement rather than fear.
"I am going to the dock, I have changed my mind," Jack replied. He started taking his step backwards.
I smirked..
Blood was never coagulated nor my brains.
"Aren't you forgetting something Mr. Captain," I said.
"You know I was going to spare you, but standing there and doing all this cool shit really pissed me off, dare to say your last wish," Captain replied.
As I took out the paper which, I took out from his trousers at the time when I grapped his leg.
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"Look like ancient map, must have a relic importance, don't move a single finger otherwise this is going to be toned into pieces for its eternity." As i looked him, there was still no change in his expression.
"Fine, take your shitty locket and give that paper back."
"Jack, you can't," Robert said.
"Don't worry, I have got what I wanted," he said.
We throwed our belonging at same time.
Huff, finally I got that back.
I bent on me knees,I grapped that locket very strongly, my tears were not stoping, the happiness of getting something precious back can never be expressed in words.
I lifted my head, they were gone.
I Chanelled the locket through my neck and it shattered.
I was shocked.... All the glasses were spread into the air like the sparkling snow in the winter spring.
My vision started to get blurry as I fainted.
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Jamaica-port (near the dock)
"So you tricked him," chewing sound, Charles was eating the raw fish this time.
"Yaa, you can find this type of crystal anywhere, but they soon disintegrate and never change colour in sun rays but what he was wearing even with those deep scratched mark, they were not shattered, thus it is the real deal,"
He took out the locket from innerside of his half sleeved coat and placed it between the sun and his eyes. Blue color turned yellow.
(Note; every OCULUS OF MARE gives out it's complementary color in front of sun rays like this one is blue and gives out yellow.")
"This is one of the key to the rings."
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