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Date Posted: 22:05:04 08/01/03 Fri
~Reed Streamline~
~A tale of mishaps, the high seas and adventure~
As you walk around the beach a large dark wood ship comes into sight. As you walk closer most of the crew is off on the beach starting fires, laughing, and joking around while 2 still remain on the ship. You walk up the gang plank to find the two crew members left aboard are a stoat and an otter. “Aye I thinks we need a new outer jib eh?” “Naw alls we need is a squirrel ta climb up dar an patch dem holes up nice an good eh me cullie.” As they see you coming up the plank, they stand and put their hands on their weapons, then the stoat talks. “Weren’t the cap’n waitn’ for somebeast?” “Aye I think ‘e was…well come on now bes take um ta the cap’n.” The otter motions for you to come along, the otter leads the way underneath the deck with the stoat following. Soon they come to a damp dark hall way, they lead to a door at the end of the hallway on the right, the stoat says from behind you. “This’n be der cap’ns quarters, Seatear knock on der door.” The otter knocks and a gruff voice answers “Come in!” Seatear the otter opens the door an walks in, the stoat puts two paws on your shoulders and walks you in. The cabin is well lit and it smells like sage, there is weapons hanging on the walls all around in the cabin. There are a few paintings of otters and lands, even one of martin the warrior, clad in all his armor and his sword. In corner hangs a hammock and in the center of the room there is a table. A short, bearded, very muscular otter sits on a chair by the table, he is studying a map of some kind. He looks up then stands. “Ahhh ‘ello me matey, well strike me rudder look ‘ho it tis. Hahar well we haven’t crossed paths in a long time eh me cullie. Seatear, Sailscar you may join the festivities now.” Seatear lets out a little wahoo and Sailscar turns around with his back to you, you see a horrible large scar running from his neck and right shoulder down to his left thigh, they both speed off to the beach. Then the otter motions for you to sit down, he is wearing a crimson sash from his left shoulder to his waist on the right, a wide shark skin belt, baggy breeches and large, floppy boots. In his belt is tucked a shining Cutlass, its hilt incrusted with jewels and a Kukri with the same design. He wears a tricorn hat with a chainmail coif resting on the table. In his cabin hangs chainmail, and a metal breast plate and a second suit of armor made of scalemail “So,” he says “My liddle matey whatcha ‘ere fer?” “A story Reed, my mama wants me ta ‘ear bout the life on a ship” “ahh so dats wha ya want eh? So where shall I begin…. Me parents named me Reed Streamline of the South. We lived in a little mound like thing under the ground, out side of a fort being made by southland beasts. We lived on the coast and we had friendly relations with the sea faring beasts, even the vermin. One day me an my parents went to the fort for a peace council between us an a vermin fleet, I was just a babe then, still wrapped up in a blanket. See a vermin mother came with her new born babe too, my mother and her mother both set us in the same place. But the short tempered leader of the fort got mad at something the vermin admiral said and made the vermin get quickly out of the fort and back on the ships. So the stoat mother grabbed me by mistake and my parents got the liddle stoat babe. The fleet moved out of there fast and only when we were out in the open seas did the stoat notice that her babe was an otter. She gave me to the admiral, he grew quite fond of me over the years, and so did the captains of the ships. Sprayfang Weedclaw was the admiral of fifteen ships, quite large sailing ships they were but they all had slaves to pump out the bilge. I lived on the main ship until I was about 14 seasons of age then Sprayfang gave me a captains position on a ship after the captain on that ship was killed. The name of the ship was the Waverunner, a large beautiful ship. But don’t judge the crew by the ship they sail on. The crew was horrible, blood of so called comrades stained the deck. They were constantly fighting and killing, but they wouldn’t be for long with me as the captain. When I was in my younger years aboard the main ship, the Wasa I saw a lot of fights and raids. Once I remember a fleet of about three corsair oar ships tried to board the main one. I was on deck at the time playing around with a cutlass, fighting off imaginary raids, when the main Corsair ship boarded us. It was a large silver fox accompanied by a weasel and a rat. The crew members taught me how to use a cutlass and I was quite talented with the blade, it came in handy when the weasel and rat grabbed me because I was the closest crew beast to them. So they had me in their grasp, or so they thought. I stabbed down with my cutlass into the weasels’ footpaw and then I slashed the rats Achilles tendons. Then I ran to get the captain but the fox grabbed me and held me back. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but I was too late, I could feel his curved dirk cut threw my hide on my back going from my left shoulder the middle of my back. I stabbed backwards into the foxes gut. I could feel his grip loosening on my shoulder and his comrades were just staring dumbly at him. Then I took off to tell the captain, the rest of his fleet already surrounded the oar ships, I ran down the hall to the captains room I flung the door open without knocking and told him in a raspy, out of breath voice, “Cap’n, oar ships, boarding ours, wounded 3, wounded me self, hurry, 3 ship circled by our fleet!” At that he jumped up and ran to the deck, there sat the fox with his one of his companions still looking dumbly at him the other flopping around in pain. I told my story to Sprayfang and he believed every word of it. He sent of few of his ships to board the oar ships and take their weapons, slaves, and provisions, so they did and it was dispersed somewhat evenly among the ships. There was even booty on the ship which was stored in the main ship. I got to help with moving the weapons to the ships, I got to keep a long, curved dirk with an ivory handle. That happened when I was around six or seven seasons. I carried a leather hunting bag, in it was always a small dagger, a paw ring, a golden box imbedded with jewels, a cloak, a sling and stones, a canteen of grog, and a sharpening stone. I was treated quite well around the main ship, I slept with the crew under my own decision, and I got to eat with the captain who, even though I was an otter, treated me like a son. He was never disappointed in me only when I would refuse to beat the slaves, the one thing he was disappointed with me in. I was free to roam the ship, most of the crew liked me so they would teach me how to do stuff like climb the rat lines and steer. I would even go down and help the slaves, the slavers would allow them to talk while I was down there, the slavers quite often napped, and I took that time to give the slaves food I would steal from the galley. I would either hide it in my bag or hide it in my turban. When I reached the age of 14 seasons I was the picture of pirating, scars, a cutlass, a turban, a strong otter with gold earrings, baggy breeches, and no boots. We raided a fleet of about nine ships, we lost crew members but we won, booty, weapons and vittles were our prize. The captain of the Waverunner was killed in battle, so for a present from Sprayfang, I was promoted to captain on the Waverunner. Its crew was horrible, murdering scum, but not for long. The minute I stepped on that ship I knew there was work to be done, it was like a whole different world on the Waverunner compared to the Wasa. When the crew set eyes on their new captain they new this was not going to be a joy ride. For the first day I spent finding out about the ship, like where is the forecastle, my quarters, the galley, how well the ship steered, which crew members were going to loyal and what ones that I shouldn’t turn my back to. Sailscar, my first mate, was as loyal as any beast could get, so was my second mate, Fishsnout. The two stoats were always by me, ready to carry out any command. I turned murdering idiots into something useful and loyal, it took time though, lots of time. When I reached my 20th season my crew became loyal and hard working, I taught them not to beat the slaves or I would beat them. I guess my ship worked under an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth sort of rule. Then when I thought we were going to be fine and just have other vermin fleets live in fear of us, but then we attacked one of the largest vermin forts on the coast. It was called Morador Rocha, it was the toughest stronghold on the whole coast, its fleet and foot soldiers were highly trained. We started a war against them at overwhelming odds. It started on the sea, it was a hard fight, but we won the fight at sea. It was my ship that really won the battle. I equipped it with many a ballista and catapults, and armed the crew with cross bows and bows. We sunk many a ship along with its crew. Afterward we took the fight to land; it was a very hard fight. The stronghold had less bow beasts than us so we easily picked there bow beasts off and we brought in the catapults and ballista’s from my ship. I suffered many a wound from arrows, swords, chains, and rocks. After about 4 days of trickery and hand to hand combat we prevailed over all. I had a high rank when we won the strong hold, but I was starting to really notice that I was an otter not a wave vermin. I had a king’s job, I and Sprayfang spilt the position. So I was allowed to go anywhere in the stronghold, which was renamed Weedclaw Streamline, but I paid a lot of attention to the slaves. I felt so sorry for them. I was starting to rebel the rules of the strong hold and I started to hate Sprayfang for the rat he was. I started to spend more time on my boat with my crew; they too also hated Sprayfang for different reasons. Until me and my mates came up with a plan. We were going to take the slaves with us, take only the crew that would listen to my orders and obey, and I was to kill Sprayfang in his sleep in three nights. After we had the plan in the morning I started to hang around the slaves a bit more, what them work and hear which ones would tell, if any, if I told them my plan. But I didn’t notice that Lurewind was watching my every move. Lurewind was a weasel that never liked me, he was on the Wasa with me but he was always the one to whip and beat me when the captain wasn’t looking. He was the slaver on the ship and at the stronghold he was a slaver. His weapon of choice was a long black chain with blunt spikes at one end, and a long, thick bull whip. In my younger years he would whip me if I talked anywhere when Sprayfang wasn’t their. One time Sprayfang caught him, I was in my room when Lurewind came in with a short, thick bull whip that stood up by its self he had me trapped in a corner hitting me with the leather whip like thing, then when Sprayfang came in he tackled Lurewind took the short thick whip and started to flog Lurewinds body, mostly his head leaving him scared and without a eye. He wore a mask carved from wood which gave Lurewind a fearsome look. He forever hated me for some unknown reason but after Sprayfang caught him, he whipped me less but often harder and longer. Until one day I started to beat him back, he would come into my room I would draw my cutlass from my belt and chase him out to the deck, swinging and swiping at him. He wears a cape because of the scars I gave him across his back. So there he stood in the shadows watching me help out the slaves and tells them of my plan, he stepped out with bull whip in hand, and Lurewind had heard my whole plan! I spun around to see the weasel with a huge smirk on his face, and he turned an ran, I was lucky it was only me and him down with the slaves because on slave, a squirrel, picked up a large rock and hit him square in the back, which knocked him down, I sprinted to him, with cutlass drawn I watched him turn over to see me standing over him with a cool and murderous expression on my face. I causally flipped off his mask with the cutlass point, then I severed the cloak showing the horrific scars on his back, I spread my arms wide to show the slaves and Lurewind the scars he had left me from years past, I took a rope from my belt and threw it on the ground between us, then with three short swipes with my cutlass the bull whip was never to be used again, I chopped down ward at paw that held the chain, but he quickly moved it back and sent the chain across my face. I touched the burning welt on my face, it had already started to bubble up, a berserk rage turned my eyes a color that matched my sash. I flung my self on Lurewind, severing the hand that held the chain, but Lurewind bit onto me, right on my main vein in my neck, I flung my cutlass over next to the wall and beat Lurewind almost sense less, he could still stand though, I grabbed the rope and heaved the weasel up right onto his paws, I tightly tied the rope around his head and between his teeth so he could not yell, I looked behind me, at the slaves faces, hate and rage looked upon Lurewind, for nobody in the strong hold had liked him. Lurewind looked at where his paw used to be then looked at me, I screamed into his face “You have lived enough to make every ones lives horrid! The last thing you shall hear is the war-yells of the ones you beat, and when you’re in the dark forest you shall be beaten by the ones you have killed!!” At that point I picked him up by the scruff of the neck and his tail and flung him in the middle of the eager slaves, he rolled over on his back moaning to see the murderous looks from the slaves he had beat looking at him with rocks, sticks, and chains in their grasp. A tough looking mouse jumped over him holding one paw to the ground with his footpaw, he was holding a sharp shard of flint, and I turned my back to hear a muffled scream and the clanking of chains as the slaves finished him off, or so I thought. I walked to where his body was, heaving him up on my back I coolly walked out of the slave mine like thing and into the open breezes of the shore, my crew ran to me, looks of joy and hope on their faces, for I killed one of the best fighters ever known to our fleet. I walked to the shore and dropped him on the beach, a small groan came from the body, but I told my self it was just the wind and silently I walked back to the strong hold, getting pats on my back the whole way, and some strange looks from beasts as they looked upon the welt that went from my right ear to my left jaw, it crossed my face, over my eye, over my nose, and over my mouth. I walked into Sprayfang’s room and told him that he stepped from one of the tunnels while I checked the slave’s chains for any breaks, and tried to kill me, only to meet up with me and my cutlass, a chain, and a few rocks. He believed me, I looked at the gallant vermin, he was the only family I could remember, he was always helping me and treating me very good. I nodded at the news he had told me and smiled, calling out from behind me as I left the room “thanks father!” I walked back to my ship in deep thought, I knew that I couldn’t kill the only one who I knew that ever loved me like a son, but how could I get the slaves out of there and kill the rest of the vermin?.... As I walked down the corridor I put my paw to my neck and felt the hot, sticky, sickly sweet smelling blood that had drenched my collar I knew it was some what bad. I stumbled off to the medical care room, thankfully one of my crew was working, and the loss of blood was really starting to affect me. I squeaked out as I clasped in the medical room, “Sliverpaws, ‘elp!” I awoke in the middle of the night, Sliverpaws was by my side, with a small candle lit, and stitching up the bite mark. The old strangely handsome rat smiled at Reed seeing that he had opened his eyes, but continued singing an old shanty, he started over again after conversing with reed. “Well matey, where d’ ya geet that horriful welt ‘cross yer face like dat eh? But no worrys boot yer bite ma’k ‘ere twill ‘eal jus’ fine.” Reed hummed along with Sliverpaws well sung shanty as he closed his eyes again, listening to Sliverpaws sing in a deep baritone voice.
“My road leads me seawards
To the white dipping sails.
One road leads to the river,
And it goes singing slow;
My road leads to shipping,
Where the bronzed sailors go.
Leads me, lures me, calls me
To salt green tossing sea;
A road without earth's road-dust
Is the right road for me.
A wet road heaving, shining,
And wild with seagull's cries,
A mad salt sea-wind blowing
The salt spray in my eyes.
My road calls me, lures me
West, east, south, and north;
Most roads lead men homewards,
My road leads me forth.
To add more miles to the tally
Of grey miles left behind,
In quest of that one beauty,
That I hope to find.”
As I drifted back into deep sleep, assisted by Sliverpaws singing and the burning of incense, I had a horrible dream. There I was standing on the deck of a small craft, the wind was whipping around me, tearing my clothes from my back, and I squinted my eyes against the horrible salty wind. There in front of me stood a dangerous, tough looking mouse, who wore great armor and he held a magnificent sword. As he yelled at me the sound of the wind and the ocean seemed to die away under his voice. “You are not wave brethren! You are not a murdering vermin!” the mouse yelled, he raised his sword above his head and yell more. “How can you live a life of looting and killing! You are a good beast! You do not belong here! And this is for the ones you have killed!” At that the mouse’s sword cut into my face, an unbearable pain rushed through my body. I let out a scream, but the mouse had more to say, he handed me a flower and said in a kind, but hard voice “And this is for the ones you have saved from the whip! The crimson lily….” He trailed off into the storm. I woke up at another jolt of pain racing through my body, turns out Sliverpaws was trying to fix my face, and I guess the chain did worse than a welt. I brushed his paws away from my face and took off my gold coin necklace and clasped his paws around it. I whispered into his ear with a sly and dangerous manner, “go someplace safe tonight, don’t be there alone, keep a weapon with you and be well hid my friend, Good winds and fair seas travel with you mate…” I turned around swiftly but one of Sliverpaws paws grasped my shoulder. “The Hoods have been planning to kill you and Sprayfang, the rebel group are commanded by the hood family and Corralsizzle, be safe Reed, you’re the only one who keeps our crew safe.” I smiled and patted his hand, then sped off to my ship then to the Gallows commanded by Corralsizzle. I grasped my cutlass tightly as I boarded my ship, I grabbed Sailscar and Fishsnout who were both on deck sharpening their weapons, as they followed me down the gang plank, I shoved my cutlass into my belt and tightened my black turban outlined in crimson keystone. As we boarded the Gallows we got strange looks from the crew who were filled sedition, we walked quickly to the captain’s cabin. I guess Sailscar and Fishsnout knew why they were they, I could here them whispering who they were going to get. We stopped in the dark hallway in front of the cabin, I knocked with the butt of my cutlass, and Windhood stuck his dim-witted head out the door, exposing his neck luckily. My cutlass flew down onto Windhood’s neck, beheading him instantly, my two mates stared dumbly at me, and I grabbed Windhood’s head and kicked the door open. Fishsnout kicked Windhood’s limp body out of the way. There stood Corralsizzle, Woodhood, Waterhood, and Rockhood. Corralsizzle, the so called fearless beast had already jumped from a window into the sea, but we took care of the Hood brothers quite easily, Fishsnout suffering the worse of the wounds, that being a bad cut on his thigh. I grabbed a spear from the carcass of one of the hoods and speared Windhood’s head on it, I walked out of the cabin onto the deck then waded onto the beach. I stuck the spear pole into the damp sand and lit a fire, I yelled out, “Any beast that defies me and is guiltily of mutiny whom feels that they have enough talent to kill me try yer guilty paw at it now!” No one came, as I walked back to the fort I leaned the spear with Windhood’s head by my door. I snuffed out all the candles in my room and went to bed, but not before latching my doors and windows. The next morning I padded silently to my court, Sprayfang was already up and in his throne, I dropped onto my throne and sighed. Sprayfang glanced sideways at me then clapped his paws and a small mousemaid carrying a tray came in. She bowed down before Sprayfang then handed me the platter. Before she walked away I was on my paws, I grabbed onto her ear and twisted it cruelly. “What about bowing before me mouse! Come I will teach you a lesson you Will not ferget!” As I dragged her into the kitchens, the mousemaid screamed that drew attention of all the slaves in the kitchens. I glanced around nervously and locked the door. I pulled out a small dagger and tested it on my forearm. I dropped the dagger in her paws to her amazement, I told her to meet my in this exact spot at midnight, and bring the kitchen crew. She played along with my game, screaming and yelling; she even gave herself a few fake slash marks and used fish blood to make them more real. So I walked back to my throne, cleaning the so called mousemaid fish blood from my longer dirk, I laughed cruelly at the sight of the over weight, sea faring rat. Sprayfang and I were like that, always laughing at the face of each other after one came back from duty. You see Sprayfang had some good in him, he wasn’t all hefty girth, peg-leg, eye patched, pirate rat. I threw my self into my throne, and closed my eyes, seeing a strange electrical like storm. I must have seen that for a good 8 minutes, I jerked awake when a small stoat came running up to my throne, I glanced side ways at Sprayfang but he was sleeping. I redirected my sight to the stoat, which was down on one knee now.
“You may talk,” I growled out.
“Sir, come quick, five beasts have been captured. They were found with plans to eliminate you,” Said the stoat.
“Grab my captains and have them bring them here, full shackled!”
“Yes sire.”
“Go! What are you waiting for! For them to get away!?”
The stoat sped off out the door.
*.*.*.*
Lurewind lay in a bunk in a condition but he was getting better; a hit on the head had caused him to become completely insane, often talking to himself and going on about things. He seemed to forget about what the slaves did; only concentrating only on that bloody, spoiled otter. Guthook slid a bowl of leftover food to him, not risking getting in arm distance. He had taken care of Lurewind ever since he had found him laying on the beach, he fixed him up as best as he could, and sealed up his wrist. Jumping every now and then Guthook foraged a metal hook for Lurewind and attached it to his wrist.
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