"I look ridiculous" I was wearing a billowing white shirt (that had gotten completely soaked as soon as I stepped foot on the deck because of the rain and the sea), it was that kind of frilly style people associate with the sea but no seaman has ever worn ever. I also had a jacket with gold embroidery all over it and a weird hat from a style of hat that was also never really in style. I looked like Hanlon, which was completely insane. At least the pants were normal, if only very baggy, and the boots were nice and sturdy.
"You look fantastic ahoy Trezlan! We are chasing those damned pirates of the damned down now!" Hanlon was having an actual good time, it was terrifying.
"Who are these people anyway?" The other pirates Hanlon had with him looked fairly menacing, all huge biceps and tattoos, and equally dressed like I was although the lower rank version of it clearly.
"Employees."
"You made your employees crew a pirate ship for you?" It was outrageous! I knew Hanlon cared little for humans, but this seemed to be more than the usual.
"They are getting paid time and a half and they get to keep the outfits! People jumped at the chance unlike you they recognize its a once in a life time experience to crew a ship, and chase pirates! Ghost pirates even!"
"We're all going to die, we're all going to die lead by a mad man."
"That's the spirit Trezlan! Really bring that cynical pirate aspect on things, Yo ho boys I can smell our prey WE ARE GAINING ON THEM!" I looked off the bow and could see nothing, but Hanlon was oddly right, though how he smelled ghost pirates is best left to the imagination.
"So what's your plan when we run across Trezlan the Red?"
"Well get down below Trezlan, I'll need you to keep my cannons running hot!" I had no words for the insanity, but like the fool I was I went along because clearly it was my lot in life to suffer.
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