| Subject: *more eyerolling at the blind weasel's antics, then he continues reading...* |
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Date Posted: 02:37:22 04/24/03 Thu
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Dakkan Strongrudder, otter with a quill!
's message, "*rubs his paws* OK, it's been awhile..." on 01:31:00 03/07/03 Fri
Fogpelt looked confused for a moment. Ramming speed? What on earth was the prisoner shouting about? But the slaves grunted and strained at the oars as Kyre banged his tail on the floor to keep the fast beat. The ship flew across the water, toward the rocky island ahead.
Finally the fat weasel understood, and he cut Kyre hard with his whip, drawing blood. “Stoppit, y’stoopid beast! I’ll kill you!” He flailed the whip again, this time at the sea otter’s head.
Kyre roared as pain seared through his ear as the whip half-severed it with the ferocity of the blow. Apparently Fogpelt really did mean to kill him. He jerked his head around to stare at his foe, feeling the blood running down his jawline.
The fat gray weasel smirked and drew back his paw, preparing for another blow. The smirk changed rapidly into a contorted mask of surprise as the sea otter rose to his feet, staples hanging loosely from the chainlinks. Kyre pulled out his dagger and lunged for Fogpelt, burying his blade in the weasel’s chest before he could react.
The Arctic fox on guard duty ran toward the stairs, roaring, “Mutiny! The slaves are uprising! Stop ‘em!”
The mottled Northern hare caught him before he could ascend and threw him roughly back up front. “Ach, stay there, y’orrible vermin! Nae come near me lest I bite y’ears clean off!”
Kyre looked through the oarhole as he helped Ferkah keep it moving in time. “We’re nearly there! Ship oars, mates!”
As the slaves pulled the oars into their resting positions, the sea otter stood and pulled on the chains. They slid out of the rings on everybeast’s manacles and at last everybeast was free to move. “Stay to the back! The front end will collapse inward when it hits and likely kill you! Everybeast back!” Feeling the ship turn slightly, Kyre raced upstairs at full speed. “No! We can’t miss it!” he growled to himself, gripping his dagger tightly in his paw.
Brineclaw whacked his lookout heftily with his claws outstretched. "Ringtail, get your hide down there and get those slaves to stop rowing or we'll crash! Turn the ship! We're gettin' too close!" He growled to himself about idiotic slaves, then turned and saw Kyre's head emerge above deck.
The sea otter didn't need to look around long before he noticed his enemy. Before the ferret captain could draw his blade, the otter had reached him and shoved him hard. "Ship burner!" he hissed venomously.
Brineclaw smoothly drew his weapon and slashed at Kyre's neck, but the dagger appeared and halted it witha clash of metal. The ferret saw the hungry look in Kyre's eyes and felt a drop of sweat slide down the back of his neck.
Kyre saw nothing but his foe as he turned the blade aside and thrust his dagger forcefully at Brineclaw's chest. Before he'd given the ferret chances to escape, but this time he was through.
Brineclaw dodged back but the dagger got a piece of his shoulder. He stopped himself from making any noise, but the sweat was coming more freely now. He could tell that this fight would be for his life.
Suddenly all activity on deck halted as the two began slashing at each other in earnest. Kyre quickly backed his enemy up to the rail, grabbing the ferret's swordpaw and holding it as he pressed in. He held the dagger to Brineclaw's chest as he ground, "It's over!"
The ferret knew his number was up, but he'd seen too many captains of his die as cowards than allow himself to do the same. Fixing the sea otter with a hateful glare, he spit full into his face.
Kyre backed away from the railing, wiping his dagger on his tunic as the ferret's lifeless body fell. He saw Ferkah at the wheel for an instant, turning the ship into the island's cliff face.
As Brineclaw's body hit the water, its splash mingled with the snapping and crunching of crumpling timber. The ship would sink within minutes.
...not done yet! stay tuned!
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