While the Silent Reaper was engaged in a battle with the Striker, Gibson was snoring regardless of the loud cannon exploding sounds on his tiny little bed that barely had enough space to support his whole body. One could see a couple of empty rum bottles on his hairy chest. His once first body now turned flabby, fat covered most of his muscles. A particularly notable feature was his missing limb. He lost his right leg when he was serving under Her Majesty many years ago. At that time, he wouldn't even have imagined a pirate life yet here he is, sleeping in a pirate ship.
Chap!
He slapped his own cheek in sleep to find a peanut stuck in his bushy sideburns. The empty rum bottle on his chest reflected a round face with a softly shaped jaw, a straight nose, and two sleepy brown eyes. His medium-length hair was all over the place as some of the strands were running into his mouth.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
"What now?!" Finally Gibson couldn't take any more of violent shakes or the loud booming sound. He picked his body from the bed before fitting the wooden leg to substitute his lack of right leg.
"Even a curse couldn't cure the hangover of mine, hehe" Gibson chuckled, throwing away his empty rum bottles. He then picked a small leather drinking pouch,
"Thank god" he smiled seeing that there's still some rum left in the pouch.
Pulch!
On top of his hangover, the shaking ship made walking in a straight line pain in the butt. While he was stumbling forwards, a broken splinter of wood exploded from the hull and stabbed him in his shoulder.
one would expect him to scream or atleast flinch but he didn't even notice the six-inch splinter sticking out of his shoulder.
"We are cursed yet here we are, destroying who knows what" Gibson mumbled taking a short sip from his leather pouch. None of the crew including the current Captain Bull knew the full extent of the curse.
The curse stripped away their sense of touch, smell, pain, and touch.
On top of that, the curse occasionally made the crew enter a deep slumber that could last from a couple of months to several years and no crew of the Silent Reaper could leave the ocean, if their feet touched the ground, they would be painfully turned into ashes.
He was telling the crew that the curse is also making the Silent Reaper playing with the minds of the enemy crew but the pirates were too dumb or ignorant to listen to his theory.
If the pleasure of getting drunk was stripped away by the curse, he would have taken a boat to some island and killed himself. Other than drinking rum, there was no pleasure in his life. It would be a lie if he said he didn't love the life before the curse. He loved being a pirate, more than being a soldier in the royal navy under her majesty.
After the curse, the previous Captain started to pillage every ship he saw, not just for gold but for more information about the curse. He believed someone could tell them how to break the curse. Although it was highly unlikely to find someone who knew about a curse put by a sea folk elder, it was better than just aimlessly roaming the ocean.
"Surrender or Die"
"Here it goes," Gibson halted his steps to take some deep breaths. After this, he wouldn't have time to take a breath because he would be busy interrogating the hostages. Just because he was a soldier before pirates, the pirates gave him the job of interrogating. Somehow they failed to understand the fact that he was a navigator on a royal navy ship. For the pirates, everyone on a royal navy ship was a soldier.
"Pick yourself up Gibson," Gibson said to himself before taking a long sip of rum.
Stumbling through the bunk beds of his fellow pirates, he finally reached the stairs leading to the upper deck. Walking the stairs wasn't as easy as once it was for him when he had two human legs. Now the wooden leg made even the simplest thing like climbing the stairs a pain.
"Twenty more to go Gibson, only twenty more" he looked up at the twenty steps in front of him and sighed.
"Nineteen"
"..."
"..."
"Eighteen"
Eventually, after fifteen whole minutes of heavy breathes and long sips of rum, he finally made it to the upper deck. Gibson saw Captain Bull staring at a young man who seemed very out of place to Gibson. The young man looked cleaner than everyone else, he wore a long grey coat and black breeches. After many many years, Gibson saw a clean guy. The young man had the perfect jawline and features that would make any girl's heart beat faster. He was so handsome that he would make every prince Gibson had met pale in comparison. Even with his long coat, Gibson could see the muscles hiding within.
His eyes were so focused on the youngster that he failed to notice the girl standing among the hostages. Despite being surrounded by pirates, Gibson saw no fear on the young man's face, he saw only amusement.
"Right on time, Gibs"
"Yeah, ye be welcome to the seven seas o' livin' gibs"
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