Sebastian's P.O.V.
I continue to peel some potatoes as Hisato filets some fish next to me. I find myself lost in thought as I continue to remove the skin from the vegetables.
Why don't you just be mine.
I heard the captain's words replay in my head and my cheeks heated up like fire at the thought. God damn it Sebastian get your shit together. Did I want to 'be his' though? maybe, i mean i was considering it... but there was a problem. I did not want to be seen as less of a man than i already feel like I am. I already know that if I say yes there going to just see me as that alone, the captains 'thing'. If I want to even consider being with the captain I have to show the rest of the crew that I can fight. That i can hold my own. I don't want to be a burden or someone that they feel they need to protect. I have to be more than that. I need to show them that we are equals. I then paused, having an idea.
"Ohoho, strong eyes strong eyes." I hear Hisato say with his broken english. I think he was referring to the frown that I hadn't realized had appeared on my face from concentrating so much. I chuckled a bit insincerely, still not feeling great.
"Yea, i guess so." Despite what I decided I want to do I wasn't feeling all that confident about it. I think Hisato noticed though because he stopped what he was doing for a moment and patted my back with his bony hand.
"Is ok dirty boy, you are strong man." Then I really did chuckle and sent him a small smile. I wasn't a fan of the nickname he gave me but he thought it was hilarious and keep with it. I did appreciate him trying to comfort me though. He didn't look all that old but the lines on his face said otherwise. He may be a bit crazy but he has a kind heart. His smile showed that. The guy always smiled actually. Ok maybe not all the time, at least not when Isum was around, he was always threatening to poison his food and Isum would just laugh. I guess that's just the relationship they had though. It was entertaining to watch anyway. I then thought of something that Isum had said a while ago.
He said that everyone on here could fight really well. Hisato had gone back to fileing some fish and i continued to peel some vegetables as I glanced up at him. I wonder what his fighting style is like.
I haven't picked up a sword in weeks and that in and of itself is strange for me. Usually I practice every chance I get back at the castle. So almost every day essentially. I know where they keep the weapons. Maybe I can sneak in and borrow a sword for a bit. I already know that what I want to do is probably not the best idea but I won't take it for long. I just need to feel that familiar steel blade in my hand. Some part of me felt like it would fix everything, i knew it wouldn't but to feel like it would was something i desperately wanted. Even if it was a lie.
After helping Hisato with the food I decide to sneak over to the far end of the cargo hold. It wasn't easy but since it's lunch everyone is sitting somewhere where they can relax and eat. So nowhere near the weapons hold basically... well i hope anyway. I manage to walk to the other side of the cargo hold fairly easily. All I had to do was act like I wasn't doing anything wrong. Walking with confidence can get you anywhere, I swear. I have to remember to thank my professor for teaching me the art of 'walking with presence' as he liked to put it. He said that a king had to know how to hold the attention of the entire room just by walking into it. Man, being King... I... I don't even know if I want that. Then again with the way things are going I might die before that even comes close to happening.
Shit.
Now I'm just getting depressed again. Keep your eye on the fucking ball Sebastian and in the goddamn moment. There's no point worrying about shit I can't change. I kreek open the door slowly, just incase someone is inside. I see the swords and can barely contain myself. I look around quickly and just go for it when I see that no one is there. I was already sporting a smile at the sight of them which only grew as my hand met the cool familiar metal handle of the sword. I probably looked like an idiot, grinning ear to ear just because I haven't held a sword in my hand for a few week, but you have to understand, to me it felt like a lifetime.
I started dancing around the room fighting an imaginary opponent. After having fought with my first imaginary opponent, who fought valiantly buy the way, we were not at a stalemate. I had the point of my sword at there throat but they still had there sword in hand. It was their choice whether to surrender or test me. Of course they surrendered though. This was my imaginary opponent after all, and I am not really one into killing. My big smile suddenly started to drop then when I realized something. I might really have to kill someone by being on this ship. My hand dropped and I lowered my sword. I don't want to do that. I don't want to kill.
"You didn't want to continue?" A voice said from behind me. I spun around on a dime at the heart attack I was just given to see who it was. I turned to see a good looking ethnic looking boy with caramel skin, bright brown eyes to match his waive bright brown hair that was pulled up into a bun at the back. He was looking at me with a smirk on his face as he leaned against the doorframe. Shit. I'm an idiot. I forgot to close the fucking door. I mentally slapped my palm to my face.
Wait. Who is this guy? I've never seen him before. However before I got a chance to say anything, he spoke again. "They were saying that Captain Walker found a new toy on the last rad but I'm surprised you can fight. Well, at least it seems that way but I suppose everything changes when fighting a real opponent." My eye twitched at that. Firstly, screw you, I went against the captain and didnt lose. .... I mean i didn't win either but that's not the point here. I think he noticed that I was getting annoyed because his smirk widened.
"Firstly, i'm not anyone's goddamn toy. Secondly who the hell are you? I know you're not part of this crew, i've never seen you before." I ask, my grip on the sword tightening. He glanced at the sword in my hand and laughed, his arms crossed over his chest nonchalantly as his glance came back up to meet my eyes.
"And what if I don't answer you? Are you going to fight me?" He asked, seeming amused. I stood my ground, no way in hell was I going to let him intimidate me like every other god damn person I've met on this ship. Yea i know that's a stretch, but it felt like all of them after the amount of times i've dealt with this shit. I just didn't want to feel weak anymore, I'm sick and tired of it. So the next thing I say may have been out of impulse but I didn't care, I was going to stick to it. I swiftly lifted my sword up, pointing it at the boy.
"Yes." I said in an unwavering tone, my face losing all emotion and my hand being completely still as it held the sword. I really was ready to fight. I wasn't even worried about if I would get hurt or anything, because with a sword, I really do feel like a different person. The boys eyes lost all emotion as well for a second before an almost evil glint appeared in his eyes.
"Thats a good look you have there. You know..." He walked closer to the tip of the sword, all the way until there was only a hairs length between the tip of my blade and his throat. "...that's the look of a killer." He said in an almost whisper, never losing eye contact with me as he spoke through an almost evil looking smile. This guy, there must have been something off about him because otherwise why would he walk up to my sword like that. Then again maybe there was something off about me to. I was still holding my sword at his throat after all. I was so calm though, it was strange. It was like I was back at the castle sparing with my coach. I always became very focused and the rest of the world disappeared momentarily, that was one of the things I loved so much about it. While I was doing it, nothing else existed. There was just me, my sword and my opponent. Just like right now.
"I guess you would know." I say, my tone still the same. His evil grin widened.
"Smart guy..." He said through that devious smile of his. I was just guessing that he had probably killed people before, after all no matter how he got on this ship you could tell he was a pirate with the way he carried himself. Now don't get me wrong I'm sure there are pirates that have managed to avoid killing but let's be honest here, that would be very rare. I don't know why he assumed I had killed though, especially since I haven't and don't plan to anytime soun. Suddenly with swift movement the guy grabbed a sword from one of the barrels near the door and held it up to me. "But not smart enough I'm afraid." He said in that sly voice of his with a smirk being sported on his face. For that brief moment we had each others swords pointed at the others throat, adrenalin pumped through me and the familiar feeling of the beginning of a fight filled me with anticipation. We were about to fight and I was more than ready to hand this guy his ass.
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