gauntlets.”
“ Yes, Miss. That’s what I
said. Were you listening?”
“… Where are
they?”
“ Oh, in a
password-protected room in the manor. Totally impenetrable to all
but a Ganastere, considering only the head of the family knows it.
He checks on the gauntlets every evening.”
Colette nods blankly, coming to terms
with what she’s done. “Okay then… Thanks for your time,” she says,
turning away from the music and celebration.
The guard captain furrows his brow.
“Aren’t you going to enjoy the party? You saved the
day!”
“ No, I only saved the
warlock,” she says, stepping off somewhere.
The guard captain shrugs and goes to
dance in the square with the others.
Chapter 7: The Captain
and the Jobber Named Colette Have a Physical Dispute in Which the
Victor is not Clearly Decided “Or” The
Captain Dies
The wind is high as a burdened Colette
steps along the trail to the highest point of the island. The
chills racing about her spine won’t stop, and she feels sick to her
stomach. The pain from where she shot herself in the hand is not
punishment enough for her foolishness, she feels- but she refuses
to turn over and give up. Though the fire in her eyes have burnt
its fuel, there’s a persistent spark that continues the blaze.
She’s confused. She doesn’t know who’s on whose side, or where the
lies end and the truth begins, but she is certain of some
things.
Colette is damn certain she will win
the duel with The Captain, get Grancis back and shoot whoever is
responsible for this madness. She’s been a toy in the hands of
professional players all this time and now it will end. This time,
she knows their tricks- she’s certain.
At the top of the point, The Captain,
his rifle holstered around him as if he were dressed for an
inspection, peers out over the wide forests of the island. It’s
obvious he’s already lost a good deal of sand from the knot she
tied into him- he’s drooping a bit.
“ Looking for me?” Colette
asks, pulling something from her pockets.
“ No, actually,” he says as
he continues to look out. “Just wondering where they could be
hiding now that they have all four gauntlets.”
Colette sighs. “You know about that?”
She asks over the gusting breeze.
“ I do indeed. You’ve placed
this island in quite the matter. Perhaps you’re not ready to be a
captain at all,” he says as he slowly turns from the cliff.
Instantly, he’s met with a box of crackers striking his
face.
“ Well it’s not like you
helped. I don’t even care what you think!” she says as she throws
the bar of cheese as well, which also hits The Captain square in
the face.
“ More than you know, my
oatmeal.”
“ That’s not even a
pastry.”
The Captain shrugs. “Well
perhaps I don’t even care what you
think ,” he says, pointing thoughtfully as
he crouches to the ground.
She steels herself in frustration. “If
you knew about the plot, why didn’t you tell me?”
“ Because I had to learn
this on my own, and so do you- thinking on things creates valuable
self-reflection… Besides, I didn’t know,” he says as he reaches
down and picks up the cheese and crackers. He unwraps the packaging
and begins stuffing bits of each in between his bandages. “Oh, this
is delicious !”
Colette scowls. “Why are
you so cryptic all the time?! You could have been like ‘Oh, I
actually already knew the Kalamests were evil and trying to revive
this ancient warlock the whole time.’ But noooo! You had to teach me a lesson ! Does it ever occur
to you that I’ll learn this stuff just by watching you do your
work? Do you really have to make me shoot
myself in the hand to get the point
across?”
“ Yes,” The Captain says,
his body making a very strange, inhuman grinding sound as he
devours the food. “You see, dearest Miss Ketiere, the best teacher
of the captain is often pain more than anything else. While you did
complicate this considerably, I still have this completely
“ Yes, Miss. That’s what I
said. Were you listening?”
“… Where are
they?”
“ Oh, in a
password-protected room in the manor. Totally impenetrable to all
but a Ganastere, considering only the head of the family knows it.
He checks on the gauntlets every evening.”
Colette nods blankly, coming to terms
with what she’s done. “Okay then… Thanks for your time,” she says,
turning away from the music and celebration.
The guard captain furrows his brow.
“Aren’t you going to enjoy the party? You saved the
day!”
“ No, I only saved the
warlock,” she says, stepping off somewhere.
The guard captain shrugs and goes to
dance in the square with the others.
Chapter 7: The Captain
and the Jobber Named Colette Have a Physical Dispute in Which the
Victor is not Clearly Decided “Or” The
Captain Dies
The wind is high as a burdened Colette
steps along the trail to the highest point of the island. The
chills racing about her spine won’t stop, and she feels sick to her
stomach. The pain from where she shot herself in the hand is not
punishment enough for her foolishness, she feels- but she refuses
to turn over and give up. Though the fire in her eyes have burnt
its fuel, there’s a persistent spark that continues the blaze.
She’s confused. She doesn’t know who’s on whose side, or where the
lies end and the truth begins, but she is certain of some
things.
Colette is damn certain she will win
the duel with The Captain, get Grancis back and shoot whoever is
responsible for this madness. She’s been a toy in the hands of
professional players all this time and now it will end. This time,
she knows their tricks- she’s certain.
At the top of the point, The Captain,
his rifle holstered around him as if he were dressed for an
inspection, peers out over the wide forests of the island. It’s
obvious he’s already lost a good deal of sand from the knot she
tied into him- he’s drooping a bit.
“ Looking for me?” Colette
asks, pulling something from her pockets.
“ No, actually,” he says as
he continues to look out. “Just wondering where they could be
hiding now that they have all four gauntlets.”
Colette sighs. “You know about that?”
She asks over the gusting breeze.
“ I do indeed. You’ve placed
this island in quite the matter. Perhaps you’re not ready to be a
captain at all,” he says as he slowly turns from the cliff.
Instantly, he’s met with a box of crackers striking his
face.
“ Well it’s not like you
helped. I don’t even care what you think!” she says as she throws
the bar of cheese as well, which also hits The Captain square in
the face.
“ More than you know, my
oatmeal.”
“ That’s not even a
pastry.”
The Captain shrugs. “Well
perhaps I don’t even care what you
think ,” he says, pointing thoughtfully as
he crouches to the ground.
She steels herself in frustration. “If
you knew about the plot, why didn’t you tell me?”
“ Because I had to learn
this on my own, and so do you- thinking on things creates valuable
self-reflection… Besides, I didn’t know,” he says as he reaches
down and picks up the cheese and crackers. He unwraps the packaging
and begins stuffing bits of each in between his bandages. “Oh, this
is delicious !”
Colette scowls. “Why are
you so cryptic all the time?! You could have been like ‘Oh, I
actually already knew the Kalamests were evil and trying to revive
this ancient warlock the whole time.’ But noooo! You had to teach me a lesson ! Does it ever occur
to you that I’ll learn this stuff just by watching you do your
work? Do you really have to make me shoot
myself in the hand to get the point
across?”
“ Yes,” The Captain says,
his body making a very strange, inhuman grinding sound as he
devours the food. “You see, dearest Miss Ketiere, the best teacher
of the captain is often pain more than anything else. While you did
complicate this considerably, I still have this completely
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