Jackeye strolled out of the tavern with Jonin’ trailing behind him
“Wats da plan ca’tin?”
“Hijack, kill, and borrow. You know, the usual.”
“Rite.” Jonin’ looked around thoughtfully. “Which one we gonna hayjack?”
“I don’t know just yet Jonin’. What do you think?”
“‘ow ‘bout de Storm Tempest?” He said pointing at a poor old ship that seemed to float a bit too low in the water as she rockly heavily back and forth. “Dat served us well las time.”
Jackeye shook his head.
“I don’t think Garman ever found out about the waterlogged cargo compartment from last time we took her.”
“Oh...” Jonin’ trailed off, eyeing the old ship longingly. He had grown some affection for the old thing and it almost broke his heart last time they plowed a hole in the bottom of her and almost sunk her. Thank god only the cargo room got flooded. He looked around and pointed out a small rakkety ship that seemed lonely enough. “‘ow ‘bout dat one? De Gremlin?”
Jackeye frowned at the ship disapprovingly.
“That thing wouldn’t last a day in a storm. Anyways, how would it sound to take a ship named Gremlin for the purpose of defeating the person she was named after?”
Jonin’ nodded in agreement.
“Well, ca’tin, I’m outta ideas.”
Jackeye smiled as he made his way towards a large ship docked near the tavern. The one with “The Blackbird” painted beautifully across the side.
“We’ll take this one.”
Jonin’s eyes opened wide.
“But ca’tin, that wom’n on de ship, she be crazy! She likka men too much. Gives me da chills.”
“Remeber? We’re killing here. You won’t have to worry about dealing with her. Just play the part of the hijacker like usual.”
Jonin’ sighed before he gave his captain a quick salute.
Jackeye smiled and made his way onto the ship.
Jonin’ snuck onto the deck of the ship and picked a small hidden spot where he could easily jump out and push someone off deck. He crouched down and waited for his captain’s voice. Then, he would pounce.
Jackeye strolled onto the ship casually. The crew stared at him and a kid stood up to block him, pointing a small knife at him.
“Who are you?” The kid glared at him.
“The captain’s friend. I have some news for her.”
The kid squinted at him.
“Of course, and steal something along the way.”
“I’ll go unarmed.” Jackeye said, letting go of his sword.
“Hidden weapons?” The kid asked. Jackeye grinned slyly at the kid.
“You’re smart kid. If I were looking for a crew, I might pick you.”
“Hidden weapons!” The kid persisted, ignoring his comment.
“Well well, I've got none. Search me if you want.” He said with a mischievous glint to his eye. The kid reached out cautiously.
“Come on, I don’t have all day.” He urged the kid impatiently. But just as the kid was about to touch him, he caught the boy’s arm, twisted it around his back and pinned the boy down on the ground.
“Good, but not good enough.” He whispered to himself as he landed a blow solidly on the kids head. The boy gasped and fell unconscious. Not dead yet, but just as bad.
“Now, when I say take me to your captain, you take me to your captain.” The other crew members backed away slowly. Obviously, this boy must have been their leader. They were silent for a moment before they finally led him to the captain’s cabin.
He knocked on the door and waited for the captain to come out. There was a confident grin pasted on his face, but deep inside, he knew that this wasn’t going to be as easy.
Hijacking was an art. Since when was art easy?