Upon hearing Hoth’s words, Canbi slowly stood up without displaying any reaction on his face. Redbeard even reckoned he was about to acknowledge his mistake and apologize. Who knew, Canbi abruptly roared out.
"Are ye orderin’ me? Ye dare command me? What audacity!"
While the tall and sturdy Canbi roared fiercely, he pulled out a two metre long and wrist thick, steel spike mace, and swung it smashing against Hoth’s head!
"The only one capable of cammandin’ me in this world, is me cap’n. Yer twin scoundrels makin’ a mockery of yerself, and wishes to feed me to the fishes?"
Canbi had found this mace previously and kept it for use, as he couldn’t possibly be lugging along a great anchor with him all the time. When his mace struck forth, Hoth was caught totally unprepared; he couldn’t even imagine Canbi would dare to strike against him.
In his urgency, he yelled loudly as he hastily raised his unsheathed broadsword from his waist to block. However, Canbi’s current strength had even surpassed Blood-Anchor; even though Hoth possessed a brutish might, he could only resign to being deflated after being caught off guard.
"Kiang!" A sonorous sound emerged.
Canbi’s steel mace crooked backwards, but Hoth’s unsheathed broadsword utterly caved downwards; while an unstoppable force crushed against Hoth’s shoulder, pulverizing his shoulder bones into shattered bone fragments. A depression could be seen at his shoulder, as Hoth instantly released an incomparably shrilling shriek.
Belonging to the lowest tier amongst Chevalle’s pirates, Canbi had suffered untold grievances and resentment. Right now, he no longer bothered to halt for conversation, as he issued a crafty sneer before sweeping his mace once again.
At this moment, Redbeard unsheathed his broadsword and advanced in aid.
The most optimal option to Redbeard now, was to attack the home of the besieger to relieve his ally being besieged. Thus, he should be piercing towards Canbi’s neck, causing the agile deficient Canbi to be inevitably wounded. After all, Canbi couldn’t possible continue with his pulverizing mace if his throat were to be stabbed! By rescuing his ally in this manner, Redbeard would then occupy the advantage.
Yet, Redbeard just had to do what he ought not to do. Brimming with self confidence, he ushered his broadsword to block Canbi’s mace. His strength was already lower than Canbi’s, and though his broadsword didn’t get struck away upon impact, it transmitted a tremendous force up his arm. Grabbing tightly onto his broadsword shaft to prevent it from flying, the webbing between his fingers turned numb and ripped apart a huge wound, with blood slithering down his hand.
Before Redbeard had the time to reorganize himself, the few confidants of Canbi had already pulled out several manual string muskets, and fired off.
Following that, Canbi retracted his mace before twisting himself and releasing a sky uppercut with his mace in a light manner. His mace directly struck Redbeard flying up, as he flipped 270 degrees in the air before smashing heavily down onto the deck.
Then....then, Canbi and his trusted confidants begun swarming over him. The miserable two pirates had been too complacent, and thus, fell into such bitter straits. Following that, was needless to elaborate.
When Sheyan got wind of this matter, he merely offered an insipid phrase.
"Pretty well done."
Still, he added in an additional phrase.
"Since the two fools wishes so badly to save him, their relationship with Alan Dale definitely isn’t shallow. There is a saying in my hometown – comrades should share blessings, and shoulder burdens. Therefore, let’s strip away their clothes, and hang their naked buttocks up our mast!"
Since Sheyan gave the order, his subordinate naturally complied strictly.
Meanwhile, Redbeard and Hoth were both infused with appall and rage. They were appalled by the monstrous strength that Canbi possessed, and were raging at themselves; a business they thought to be in the bag, had abruptly been twisted against them.
When the commencement of clothes stripping happened, they couldn't help but cursed frantically and bitterly; nobody could fathom the sensation of such humiliation. Clearly overflowing with confidence for their rescue attempt, they were in turn reduced to the same consequence; suffering such degrading humiliation. How would they lift their heads before their pirate crew in the future?
While listening to their venomous berating, Canbi became greatly vexed and ordered for cloths to be stuffed into their mouths; in this manner, his world became tranquil once again.
This time, the human crowd magnified. At present, Alan Dale was truly glad that Redbeard had attempted to rescue him. In this manner, the focal point had shifted towards them, allowing him to take a breather even in the heart of his struggle.
Sheyan then recalled something, as he immediately ordered his underling to fetch the clothes and possessions of the two scums for him to inspect. However, it seemed that Unique Storyline Equipments were not simply freebies. After rummaging till his eyeballs turned sour, he didn’t find a single object and could only sigh.
Within the following few hours, the pirates of Tortuga had truly and fully feasted their eyes; besides, it wasn’t everyday that a fifth rate ship captain and first mate would be stripped naked, and paraded for everyone’s viewing pleasure. Moreover, it remains the ‘illustrious’ Alan Dale renowned amongst the Tortuga pirates was still present.
In spite of that, analogous to a marvelous stage theatric; since there was a preface, crescendo, suspense and climax, then next would surely be the epilogue. Without an epilogue, it would simply be a letdown. This marvelous stage theatric directed by Sheyan, had soared to its climax with the assembling crowd; or perhaps, finally beginning its embarkment towards the epilogue.
****************
Six hours elapsed after his competent subordinates had hung the naked buttocks of the ship’s mast.
The wealthiest merchant of Tortuga; descendant of the Pirata Codex’s drafter; a remarkable individual who could stand on equal footing as the seven great pirate lords – Skrtel.Hustav.Bartholomew, had finally emerged. Surfacing on the street before the harbour, he strolled, step by step, towards the Hill Maiden.
Of the seven pirate lords, three of the pirate lords had done an individual assessment of Skrtel:
Astute and circumspect; refraining from rash undertakings, unless he determined his future moves. When he acts, he inevitably retained sufficient confidence!
No Comments Yet
Post a new comment
Register or Login