Black Hawk's Treasure

[katalynn]

Krysta finally got free of the ropes, it stung with madness as the ripped at the open flesh. Fresh tears streamed down as she held onto the pain and gritted her teeth to hide that she was free.

Just before she was about to jump on Sophie when she turned to Ashley, there was that gun again. Pointing right at Krysta, another one right at Ashely.

Great!

Sophies attention was on Ash and now this strange man they were calling James, he was in pretty bad shape. Still relentless none the less. Krysta was tempted to take the one gun at this chance, at the same time, her trigger happy finger and pull the gun on Ashley. It was a risk to take, then again it still didn't seem like a moment either.

Bit her tongue from speaking anymore as she sat there and watched for the right moment.

 

[Why]

..............

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sophie

The gun waivered in her hand, uncertain what she should really do, she franticly searched around to see if she was winning or not...

She couldn't judge by the comotion on the deck, she couldn't really tell who was who out there.. the deck was painted with blood and she knew her's could join it if she didn't heed James's warning and run for it..

SHIT! ... her only thought, nothing was working in her favor, but there would always be another time and place...

She didn't say nothing, she turned completely around, keeping Ash and Krysta trained within her gun sights as she backed away. She stumbled slightly over a fallen body but righted herself, turned and quickly took off down the plank...


Ash went imediately to Krysta checking her hands. Krysta was free and unhurt for the most part, but James looked worse. What should she do?

"Krysta?" She asked her sister what she wanted? "You do the honors or shall I?" Someone had to go after Sophie and someone had to stay here... Not much else open for choices and James looked pale as death...

"You're going to have to go get her..." She left without a backwards glance, climbing the stairs two at a time. She went down to her knees and helped James sit upright against the carved wood. "How bad is it?" She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.. She was seeing to his wounds when men were fighting around her for their lives.. Thomas was coming, putting himself in danger as well..

"Stay here, don't move." She tore a section of her shirt off pressing it to the bloodiest part of his body. "Hold that there.." She took his sword and got uprighted once more. She was beginning to feel fear and that would do her no good...

 

[katalynn]

Krysta sat there stunned for a moment, uncertain of what to do, let alone of what just happened.

"What? The honors of killing her? No... no no.. that' would give her to much pleasure... For years of her wrong doing, killing her would be far to nice... I can not allow that.."

Krysta just grinned, the fear was totally gone from her eyes, looking at her wrist for a moment, seeing the blood seeping from the wounds.

"She has hurt me for the last time."

Was that last thing she whispered just before standing up, grabbing a few daggers from injured and dead bodies that layed around. Not even caring as to where Ashley went to. Three daggers, three wounds, three chances. It was enough for Krysta, and she knew she would not miss any of the three strikes. She wanted to Sophie to hurt, wanted her to remember everything about Krysta, wanted her to know that she can no longer push Krysta to the limit any longer.

Weaving through the fights, following Sophie from a decent distance all the while keeping her in sight. For the moment it was to difficult to do much cept dodge swords and guns, keeping out of fights. Still, her eyes never left Sophie for a second. Finally a clear shot, raised dagger by the tip of the blade and threw it right at Sophie watching as it hit her just at the right shoulder blade. All Krysta could do was smile as she threw another, while Sophie was stunned from the first one. Second strike landed in the flesh of her left thigh, making Sophie falter a little more. She was on the move again, only a bit slower from shock.
Krysta lost the free moment for the third dagger as a few people got in her way, forcing her to follow and move again watching Sophie every step of the way.

In the distance she caught sight of Vallen, he seemed unsure of what was happening, watching in the crowd of people to keep himself out sight. Sophie didn't seem to see him but she was headed in his direction. This made Krysta halt for a moment, thinking of where the third should go. Climbing up on some crates to get a better view and the perfect shot came, it was as if it was in slow motion when she raised the third dagger, throwing it hard and fast watchiing it at it landed in the tender flesh of Sophies right ass cheek. Krysta couldn't help but smirk while watching Sophie now walking with pain and fear.

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

((ooc: sorry it's taken so long to get back, real life has been butting in again. ))

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When Rodger and Sarah reached the warehouse and muscled the door open, the salvager's eyes grew grim and bright.

"Holy fuck..." he muttered.

He had been excpecting an empty building, or at most, a few crates of sugar and rum. What they had stumbled onto was an armory.

Racks of swords lined one wall: cutlasses, sabers, basket-hilted claymores and rapiers. Long narrow crates that could only have been rifles were stacked as high as his shoulder. Kegs of powder were nestled in another corner.

"There's enough here to supply an army..." he mused.

Moving to the wall of swords, Rodger took down a rapier and examined it.

"Spanish..."

Just as he was wondering why such a vast store of weapons was ungaurded, he heard a heavily accented voice behind him say, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Rodger spun, sword in hand and saw a pair of swarthy men in uniforms. Both had muskets trained on him.

"Ah..well. Y'see gentlmen, I was merely trying to avoid the noise outside with my lady-friend here," Rodger said, turning on the charm.

"There seems to be some kind of raid going on, or can't you hear it?" It was a fool's question. The sound of fighting would have been obvious to a deaf man.

The Spaniards looked uneasily at each other. Their ship, the Santa Cecila was out hunting English privateers. They were posing as an English whaler, and then attacking when the privateers grew close. The weapons had been discreetly stowed here, to further hide Cecila's true nature. They weren't due back for another two weeks.

Rodger saw their uneasiness and drew closer, sword still at the ready. "You know they're pirates, right? The ones attacking? They hijacked me and the lady 'ere and we were only just now able to make our escape."

One of the Spaniards, seeing Rodger moving close straightend his posture and pointed his musket at the salvager, "S-stay where you are, senor. You are no supposed to be here!"

Rodger kept moving and nodded, "And we wouldn't be here if it weren't for the fighting outside. Look at the lass over there, she's wounded and can hardly defend herself, and I only have this sword. Can't you see we're no threat to you?"

The gaurd's eyes flicked over to Sara at Rodger's cue, and they never saw his first slash with the rapier.

It was a good cut, slicing through the soft flesh of one of the Spaniards' throats. The man crumpled with a gurgle as the air from his last breath bubbled up into his life's blood. The other guard turned just in time to see his comrade's eyes widen with shock as the viscous red fluid drained from his body.

He looked at Rodger and fired hastily, the bullet going wide, but luckily missing the powder kegs in the back. The Spaniard rapidly drew his own sword and prepared to fight.

 

[poohlive]

And now for something completely different...

Grugni was a pirate, and there was no other way to describe him. Words seemed to simply not do the man justice. Cold wasn’t cold enough, mean wasn’t mean enough, even vile just had too much pity involved to become something used to describe the man that
walked up from underneath the deck of the Mystique.
Men followed him, poured from below the rafters like a plague descending on the ship. Sailors, real sailors, who had missing teeth, and hate seeped in their eyes, ran rampant aboard the ship, killing anything and anyone they could find.
The mainsail, with the help of several men rose up, and with a sudden lurch the Mystique set out for open waters.
“Get on men, trim that sail. I want to jive out of hear, don’t keel her. You sons of fucking bitches.”
The gangplank, briding the Mystique to land, and to safety, fell into the bloody water, making the ship ready for sail. Half of James men looked in horror as the ship began to leave, them unable to do anything about it. The other half fell to Grugni’s
constant barrage of men, who now outnumberd any other enemy at least three to one.
“Why lookee here,” Grugni smiled, seeing the touching moment between Ashley and James, “We got a few lovebirds here on my ship.”
With a smile, that was not a smile, but a grin from hell, Grugni punched Ashley square in the mouth, getting on top of her body as she fell to the floorboards below.
“You,” He spat at her, his foul breath raping her nose, “You have a map to a treasure my men were promised. You know the way to Black Hawk’s gold. My men were
promised that gold by Sophie, your fucking mother or something... Now she had us wait here for three days, promising we’d go find the treasure, saying she’d split it with us... but
you see? She never even had the other half of the map. She was fucking lying to us.”
Grugni’s mutinous men, some of which had mutined twice, once for Ashley, and once for Sophie, had stopped fighting. There was no point... now it was just dropping
dead bodies off the ship.
James men were dead, or watching helplessly. Thomas’ men were dead, those that had jumped on, and the rest watched helplessly from a ship that was already sunk... the only reason it was still above ground was because they were so close to shore. The deck of the Warhammer ran along the same line as the sea level.
Thomas was the only one on the move. In a moment, he jumped off of his ship, swinging onto the docks. He was off in a hurry, somewhere.
Grugni let a sharp knife play at Ashley’s midsection, between them. He looked down at her flat tummy, up between her perky tits, and then finally back at her.
“I’ll just push you off this piece of shit if you give me the map, otherwise, we’re going to see what you had for breakfast...”
All around them, chaos was winning. The dead were the good guys, the living, the victors of the Mystique, as it was leaving the harbor, were Grugni’s men. People who had
decided that this stupid honor shit could go to hell. Money was all they were after.
A dozen or so men had gathered around the great and powerful Preacher. Each of them starting to tease and mock him. He would kill a good number of them, there was no doubt... but even a blade in the hands of a god couldn’t help them from just bull rushing him to the ground, and tearing him limb from limb.
Sophie, running away, Krysta back on the docks, following her true mother... Thomas running somewhere, James bleeding badly, Ashley under knifepoint, and Grugni,
turning everything around with just the flick of a wrist.
I told you he wasn’t good.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Ashley

Her head reeled as she went down, the fist that connected knocking her senseless. Gasping, she barely got her hand to her mouth before the brute was atop her sprawled form.

She recoiled back instinctively, her eyes widening as fear rounded them. Her head jerked to the side to avoid his nasty breath as he leered in her face. “You have a map to a treasure my men were promised. You know the way to Black Hawk’s gold. My men were promised that gold by Sophie, your fucking mother or something. Now she had us wait here for three days, promising we’d go find the treasure, saying she’d split it with us... but you see? She never even had the other half of the map. She was fucking lying to us.”

She cried out softly, her eyes swerving to his face as the cold steel of the blade pricked her stomach. She bit down hard on her tongue to keep from speaking, everything inside her cringed with thoughts of what this vile creature would do to her..

"jesus! God.. please.. " She prayed silently, holding still but unable to stop the trembling inside, nor her natural reaction to suck in her stomach. She held still frozen, her ears still ringing, her fat lip throbbing.. She could taste the coppery flavor of blood in her mouth, her tongue now searching for the cut.

“I’ll just push you off this piece of shit if you give me the map, otherwise, we’re going to see what you had for breakfast...”

She knew he meant it and survival was more important than anything right now, even this fucking ship! She stammered, "I.. I d-don't have it.. b-b-but I know the coordinances.. I w-will write them d-down.. Please, j-just let us g-go.." She struggled to maintain some control, save face but it was too frightening. Death was real and looming in her face, and she did not like the face of death in the slightest.. A tear fell from her eye, running down the red swollen cheek and lip, but she said nothing, merely held still, afraid to hope and afraid to retaliate.
"I s-swear.. on m-my honour.. I will give it to you.." She tried to smile and failed miserably at that as well.. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried not to flinch as the blade slid along her skin.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sophie

The pain was too much, not even childbirth compared to this. She staggered and fell to her knees, her face streaked with muck and tears, pale white and anger lined her mouth tightly.

She gazed down at her broken and bleeding palms, a splinter protruding out of the tender skin between her thumb and finger. She hissed as she tried to pry it out, her hands shaking too badly to succeed. She swore under her breath, knowing Krysta was coming..

"ungrateful bitch! Should have drown you at birth!" She fought to gain her footing, her ass throbbing, her shoulder as well. She whimpered and raised a knee. Reaching behind her, her fingers timidly searched the handle of the blade but even that little movement of the steel caused her to cry out in pain.

"AHHHHH! JESUS! FUCKING BITCH!" She got up, stagger-walking towards the Inn.

"Help.. someone please.. " She felt faint, she felt sticky all over, felt disgusting as well from the grime on her body, hands, the blood soaked dress.


"V-vallen?" She stopped stalk-still in her tracks and spied him leaning against a post. "Vallen, you've got to help me!" She whined, high pitched, frantic.. fearful. "She's trying to k-kill me!" She gulped down saliva oozing in her mouth with a strange quickness she never felt before.. Spittle wasn't attractive on a woman..

"Please vallen?" She cried, her shoulders shaking as she took that last step between her and him. Her fingers clung desperately to his shirt front, his face impassive as he spied Krysta over her shoulder.

"Sophie.." He said softly, pitty rising in his eyes as his hands came up and gripped hers. "You did this..." He pried her fingers loose from his clothing, watching as she winced from her own fingers caving into her torn palms. "Nay... I canna help ye this time.." Her hands shook inside his vice like grip, he looked at her face once more before pushing her away. What had she seen mirrored in his eyes? Sadness? Regret? Did he have the gall to pity her?

"Vallen?" She sobbed, her hands pressed between her breasts, locked tightly together. He turned and started up the steps.

"VALLEN!" She screamed at him, willing him with every fiber of her being to turn around, to come to her aid.. She had done so much for him! Hadn't she?

"Don't turn your back on me!" He flinched a little at her tone, the desperation stunk pouring off of her this way.. He never thought he'd see the day she was cowered.
"DON'T DO IT VALLEN! VALLEN! VAAAAAAAAALLEN!" She screamed sobbing and stumbling up the steps as the Inn door closed in his wake.

She couldn't believe he had done this to her. She expected him to open that door up and have reenforcements with him, she demanded it, willed it, resorted to pleading as foot steps came up behind her.

She whirled around, rubbing her dripping nose with her hand, smearing the grime and blood across her face. Her lower lip trembled as her wide eyes stared at the hard unforgiving face of Krysta.

"Krysta.. Honey.." She attempted a watery smile, her voice shaking. She flinched, her shoulder was throbbing so badly now, her bottom numb.. as was her leg..

"Sweetie... Come to momma.. I.. I didn't mean it.." She stammered hoping to fool Krysta, hoping to get away with her life.. hope was all she had.

 

[katalynn]

Krysta was pretty much stalking Sophie at this point, watched how Vallen walked off. Loving every second of the woman being in pain and fearful. It took Krysta a few moments before she walked up behind Sophie, unsure exactly what Vallen would be doing, seeing that he wasn't going to return any time soon.

"Sweetie? Honey? Are you nuts? Moments ago you had a gun to my head calling me a worthless bitch... now I'm Sweetie?"

Krysta got down on bended knee eye level with Sophie,

"I think not, I have no mother, I have no father. As far as the world is concerned, I am either a demons child. By your words, Or I just simply do not exsist. Now, here you sit, wishing for my help after I'm the one that gave you those daggers..."

Krysta stood up a moment, she knew little of this town, though knew it enough that these people would see the bad from good.
Helped Sophie to her feet, guiding her into the inn.

"Let's just see how welcome you are among these people, I am sure that your name carries out for miles. Maybe even more."

She smiled within moments caught everyone that was in the tavern part attention.

"This lying, conniving, deceitful wench known as Sophie, Is in dire need of help. Would any of you kind gentlemen be willing to take this hateful wench into your care?"

Krysta was relishing in this moment, something she has been waiting for, for years but never once thought she would see this moment. At first all the men just looked at her, even Vallen.

"So this is the all high and mighty Sophie?"

One spoke out then bursted into laughter. Her name was known to many, after all she was a wench. All Krysta could do was smile,

"See Sophie, if I'm going to get punished for telling Ashley who I really am, who you are. I might as well make the punishment worth while. To me you are dead, I do not know many mothers that would raise a child such as you did. Only to have that child backstab them in the later years."

She whispered into Sophies ear, watched how everyone in the tavern turned back around and proceeded with what they were doing. Krysta pryed Sophies hands off her and turned to walk out.

"Maybe you'll be lucky and one of these men will feel pity on you."

Then Krysta was gone. Once Krysta got back to the docks, noticing how the ship was taking off, a flood of pirates swarmed the docks.

"Ashley?"

Breathless whisper broke out just as she began to run, looking for Ashley and or Thomas. Fear of being left here, and fear that Ashley was in more trouble. Fighting through the crowds to get closer to the docks.

 

[katalynn]

Sarah was stunned for a moment at what was in the warehouse. Her eyes wide and for a moment forgetting the pain that was deep in her ribs.

"what is this place?"

The words barely got out before the guards came, watching how Rodger put on the charm to convince the men that we were harmless, only to slay one in moments to come.

"Oh that's real good, we are harmless and you kill one.. riiiight.."

Thoughts ran through her mind as she watched the other raise the sword. Thinking quickly, she grabbed one for herself and held a threatening stance pointing the rapier at him. Placing herself in front Rodger, fighting the pain the she felt.

"To get to him you have go threw me, and honestly, you don't look like the type that would hurt a lady... Are you?"

The man could see it in her eyes that she was filled with pain already, though her tone of voice was steady and to the point.

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

Rodger smiled at Sara, the woman who had suffered such pain, and who had literally begged him not to leave her. She gripped the sword tightly and bore a grim look that was almost surely a combination of determination and pain.

He held his own blade loosly, but ready in case the pain won out, and he had to fend off the Spaniard. But he did not interfere in the fight just yet. After all, she had interceded on his behalf, and to interfere now would diminish the meaning of the fight.

He smiled because he knew that he was about to see one hell of a fight.

 

[poohlive]

The ship turned around, now its bow heading for open sea. With the Warhammer now lodged on the bottom, and most of the other ships on dock either unoccupied or unmanned, the Mystique had open water in front of her. She could go where the wind took her.
Grugni smiled at that fantastic view.
The bitch below him was no help. She was stalling, he could see the fear in her eyes. Did she think someone would rescue her ass?
Hell, she wasn't that hot. He'd fuck her, but he'd kick her out the next morning. A good lay, with some nice meaty breasts. Nothing more.
He squeezed one, loving the feel of it in his hand. The knife played at her stomach, drawing deep red lines that scratched her belly out. Droplets of blood drawing down her side.
"Coordinates? They mean shit to me, and so do you..." He stuck the blade in, wanting to go right to the hilt, and gut her ass like some sort of bloated fish, but the blade itself only got a quarter of the way in, before a huge crash made Grugni fall beside Ashley, screaming in pain.
James had a wicked grin on his face, still lying beside the railing, his sword in hand. Blood spilled from the hilt. He had brought it down on the bastard, smarting him something good.
James leaned down, pulling out the knife, and hugging Ashley with a deep affection.
"Don't worry, I know a doctor."
Several men came up, to see what the ruckus was about. Grugni was on his feet, blood going down into his eyes, squealing like a stuck pig. James didn't want to see what'd happen next. With a groan, using more muscles and power than he should, he dropped them both over the side, awkwardly falling into the water.
In a matter of seconds, it felt as if tiny needles were jabbing in each one of his open wounds. The salt did a number on him.
"Can you swim?" James asked, sputtering against the water, unsure if even he himself could do such a feat. It took nearly all of his energy to stay afloat.


Thomas came out from the docks, on a small ship, something that looked like only two or three person little scooner. It had shit for a sail, and looked like it would fall apart any second.
In one hand was a sword, in the other was a map. He held them both high.
Grugni saw it, the only thing blocking his path to freedom.
"Head right for him. I want his ass." He was up on the bow now, as if aiming the Mystique, her smooth slick sides gliding through the water.
"Come and get it," Thomas shouted, his eyes that of murderous rampage. He'd kill as many as it took before he was down.
Grugni had Sophie's map, stolen out from her cabin earlier this morning. He only needed that one to find the treasure, and to be rid of this stupid feud once and for all.
Having Thomas as a prisoner didn't seem like a bad idea either. The man, if nothing else, could be a good digger.
Besides, what better way to claim victory over the open sea, than to beat the best pirate in all the ocean at his own game. Grugni licked his chapped lips, anticipating the fight.
The boats raced toward each other, kamikaze.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Sophie

"Maybe you'll be lucky and one of these men will feel pity on you." Krysta had the gall to hiss in her ear as she turned and stomped off, leaving Sophie alone in a bar room full of ruthless maggots!

"She will pay, slowly.." Her eyes narrowed, her tears drying up. She had to find a doctor and get these knives removed, but she would be sure and save them for her 'darling' daughter.

"just wait until she finds out I am her mother and her father is Brian.. See how high and mighty she is then..." She pushed past a drunkard and hobbled into the back looking for the nearest bed and a bottle.

"Get a doctor!!" She barked at one of the whores as she stumbled into the bedroom and landed face down. She wouldn't cry, she would get even however...



Ashley

She screamed in pain, a deep loud wail wrung from deep inside her as the knife pierced her flesh. Hot slicing pain tore through her, her body tensed around the shining blade, her death coming before she could react..

Pain exploded everywhere, robbing her of breath, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. And as suddenly as it came, it was stopped, her capture now off her..

Her tears blurred her vision, but someone was peering down into her face. His lips moved but she couldn't hear his words..

Again the pain gripped her as the knife was pulled free and tossed aside. She must have been pulled upright because there was no way she could have risen in that much pain.. not possible.

She had never felt anything like it, she didn't want to feel it now!

"Don't worry, I know a doctor." James? He hugged her, she tried to pull back, his shirt coated with blood which was now oozing past her own fingers that cradled the open wound.

"Can you swim?" He asked, blankly she stared, unable to make the words form, unable to make her clenching teeth relax long enough TO respond... and he didn't wait.

She felt his hands push, nearly lifting her up and then the clear sensation of falling. She hit the water in a ball on her back, the water hitting into her hard.. or rather her falling hard. The water was cold, the pain instant as well.

She tried to gasp but realized her head was underwater a bit too late. She swallowed some sea water into her lungs. She fought to get to the surface at the same time cringing from the salt water rushing into her open cut. She had to either let go of her side and swim or drown..

"it would be so simple........ just give up Ash.... just give up.." she had lost it all, this pain wasn't worth it!

Regardless of what she was thinking, the choice was made for her when a wave helped her break the surface and inhail. Coughing, she struggled to remain afloat for a few seconds.

"James!?" She called out, looking for him next to her position. "jesus!" It hurt, it stung badly, tears fell quickly but were stopped easily enough. She was no pussy! For god's sake! She was the daughter of a pirate.. she'd been in worse... Just been awhile... And not this life threatening.. And not this fucked up!

"JAMES!" She spotted his head, swimming for him.. He saved her life.. He really saved her life.. She had no time to think about that now, she needed to get them both to shore, he was in bad shape.. She didn't want to be strong at the moment though, she wanted to sink again when she felt the cut open as she stretched out her hands to swim...

"Ahh! Damn it.." Sucking in a deep breath, she managed to get to James and head them towards shore..