night.”
A few seconds pass as
Colette struggles to stand her ground. “You… you bastard! ”
A grin forms under The
Captain’s bandages. “Oh, yes. This is going
to be good! ” He says as he cracks his
knuckles. Colette feels the brain-etched fear overcome her, hearing
those black sand knuckles somehow crack, but she can’t be his pawn.
She’s not going to let him do as he pleases to Grancis. Colette
aims her gun at the approaching Captain, and shoots him square in
the head. It tugs his full wrapping of bandages as the hole spews
black sand, every grain blowing away on the high,
direction-changing wind.
“ Is that all, my little
fruit? Is that all you can do to save poor little
Grancis?”
*BANG BANG BANG BANG… BANG*
The Captain, filled with holes, grins
widely as his body quickly loses strength, the sand blowing out all
across the island. Boris’ knot plan worked, be it to stop him, or
kill him. “Well, look at that. Maybe you are worth something after
all.” He then reaches for his bandages, and finds they are not
there. He looks to Colette’s hand, and sees the bandages that are
wrapped around it. He grins as the rest of the sand blows out of
him into the air- she thinks she inhaled a little. The Captain’s
clothes collapses to the floor harmlessly, and his hat is being
pulled away by the wind. Colette takes it up and places it securely
on her head. She stands there a moment, listening to the wind and
then she hops down over the point to a lower ledge. There’s a note,
but no Grancis.
Dear Miss Colette Lancely
Ketiere,
Miss Vereyrty is safe and sound back
on the Nocturna. Did you really think I would do such a thing? For
shame- how degenerate!
I recovered her last night and made
sure that the criminal involved wouldn’t get up until you were on
the scene the next day. She’s happily cooking with Boris in their
little culinary wonderland as they usually do- so since you killed
me, you’re actually the last of the crew left on the island. Of
course, if you’re reading this, I can only assume that I’m still
super good at making you do exactly what I want you to, even when
I’m dead. Worry not, however. Over this time we’ve spent together,
you’ve shown considerable improvement and I have many a fond
thought of the time we spent together. I do want to see if you’re a
bad enough lass to finish the job. Very soon, you will hear
screaming in a certain spot in the island. Go there and defeat the
warlock that will probably be resurrected by the time you get
there. You’ve used my rifle before. You know what it does. Of
course, you can choose to run from your youthful mistake and take a
boat back to the Nocturna- you can probably see it from this
distance, that majestic metallic beauty. I know you better than
that however, and I’m sure you’re going to fix the problem,
probably for the better. I trust your decision and I know you’ll do
the right thing.
Oh, and if you brought the cheese and
crackers I asked for, thank you. It was probably a very enjoyable
meal, because I love cheese and crackers.
Love,
The Captain, now expired
(P.S. Drinking vinegar is a
disgusting, degenerate activity reserved for children and
criminals. I’m frankly completely shocked you didn’t call me out on
it.)
Colette looks up from the
letter with a completely dumbfounded expression. She sits down on a
rock, reloads her gun with her remaining bullets and begins eating
some of the cheese The Captain left on the rock where he was
standing. Staring into the distance for a full minute, The
Captain’s hat upon her head at a slant, she finally speaks.
“Captain, you fucking
idiot. ”
The wind blows, and she’s quickly
beset with a strange, out-of-nowhere headache. She braces in pain,
and soon after, hears a group of screams down two miles in the
distance in the forest. She knows what she must do. Starting down
the peak towards the screams, she fails to inspect The Captain’s
coat. Had she done so, she would
A few seconds pass as
Colette struggles to stand her ground. “You… you bastard! ”
A grin forms under The
Captain’s bandages. “Oh, yes. This is going
to be good! ” He says as he cracks his
knuckles. Colette feels the brain-etched fear overcome her, hearing
those black sand knuckles somehow crack, but she can’t be his pawn.
She’s not going to let him do as he pleases to Grancis. Colette
aims her gun at the approaching Captain, and shoots him square in
the head. It tugs his full wrapping of bandages as the hole spews
black sand, every grain blowing away on the high,
direction-changing wind.
“ Is that all, my little
fruit? Is that all you can do to save poor little
Grancis?”
*BANG BANG BANG BANG… BANG*
The Captain, filled with holes, grins
widely as his body quickly loses strength, the sand blowing out all
across the island. Boris’ knot plan worked, be it to stop him, or
kill him. “Well, look at that. Maybe you are worth something after
all.” He then reaches for his bandages, and finds they are not
there. He looks to Colette’s hand, and sees the bandages that are
wrapped around it. He grins as the rest of the sand blows out of
him into the air- she thinks she inhaled a little. The Captain’s
clothes collapses to the floor harmlessly, and his hat is being
pulled away by the wind. Colette takes it up and places it securely
on her head. She stands there a moment, listening to the wind and
then she hops down over the point to a lower ledge. There’s a note,
but no Grancis.
Dear Miss Colette Lancely
Ketiere,
Miss Vereyrty is safe and sound back
on the Nocturna. Did you really think I would do such a thing? For
shame- how degenerate!
I recovered her last night and made
sure that the criminal involved wouldn’t get up until you were on
the scene the next day. She’s happily cooking with Boris in their
little culinary wonderland as they usually do- so since you killed
me, you’re actually the last of the crew left on the island. Of
course, if you’re reading this, I can only assume that I’m still
super good at making you do exactly what I want you to, even when
I’m dead. Worry not, however. Over this time we’ve spent together,
you’ve shown considerable improvement and I have many a fond
thought of the time we spent together. I do want to see if you’re a
bad enough lass to finish the job. Very soon, you will hear
screaming in a certain spot in the island. Go there and defeat the
warlock that will probably be resurrected by the time you get
there. You’ve used my rifle before. You know what it does. Of
course, you can choose to run from your youthful mistake and take a
boat back to the Nocturna- you can probably see it from this
distance, that majestic metallic beauty. I know you better than
that however, and I’m sure you’re going to fix the problem,
probably for the better. I trust your decision and I know you’ll do
the right thing.
Oh, and if you brought the cheese and
crackers I asked for, thank you. It was probably a very enjoyable
meal, because I love cheese and crackers.
Love,
The Captain, now expired
(P.S. Drinking vinegar is a
disgusting, degenerate activity reserved for children and
criminals. I’m frankly completely shocked you didn’t call me out on
it.)
Colette looks up from the
letter with a completely dumbfounded expression. She sits down on a
rock, reloads her gun with her remaining bullets and begins eating
some of the cheese The Captain left on the rock where he was
standing. Staring into the distance for a full minute, The
Captain’s hat upon her head at a slant, she finally speaks.
“Captain, you fucking
idiot. ”
The wind blows, and she’s quickly
beset with a strange, out-of-nowhere headache. She braces in pain,
and soon after, hears a group of screams down two miles in the
distance in the forest. She knows what she must do. Starting down
the peak towards the screams, she fails to inspect The Captain’s
coat. Had she done so, she would
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