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OP Gold And Fire Ch 4 : Saved But Captured
🕑 Added 2024-12-31 07:48:12 +0000 UTCThe sea was calm, a gentle breeze was blowing and the seagulls could be seen flying as their shadow graced a boat which hosted only a dozen of men.
It was a sharp contrast to the weather just last night, the storm was one of the few that a comparatively easy sea-like East Blue experienced in a year, if not years...
All the men on the boat were tired, half asleep due to the struggle and hard work of last night's toil, while the rest making sure to keep the ship going to their destination.
And that was when suddenly a man who was responsible for Lookout called out.
"Oi Toll, look over there, it's seems like there is a dead body floating, coming our way ?" The man shouted as he pointed northeast.
However, the said toll wasn't listening, apparently, the man was already half asleep, dozing off while being responsible for steering the ship.
"Oi, Toll... bastard wake up, you ain't sleeping while I'm stuck, doing my job." The lookout chidded, though it made little difference.
Eyebrow's twitching the man bent down to remove his shoe and swung it towards the sleeping Toll, which landed exactly on target, which being Toll’s face, Toll was scared and jumped out of his half-sleep state, hastily taking out his flintlock from his hoster, ready to shoot however disturb his time with Pirate Empress, he had little care for that being just a dream.
"What the...?" However, upon not seeing the ship under attack or even any of his worthless crewmates, his brows narrow with confusion.
Looking back at the object with just hit him and ensuring that it wasn't a weapon but a shoe, his brows narrowed even further and anger appeared on his face.
"Seems like I have to pursude captain to find another lookout for us..." He muttered, trying to calm himself down, it didn't help that the flintlock he held was perfect to blow that bastard head from a distance.
"What you want ?" He asked, looking up at a grinning face, though he noticed that the face was half burrowed behind the crow's nest.
[An observation flatform up on the mast of a ship for observation purposes.]
"Oh, is the prideful owner of this esteemed shoe don't even dare to show his face now ?" Toll asked with a smile on his face, though the high killing intent was visible in his tone.
"I called you, but you wouldn't reply, I thought you were alcohol poisoned..." Replied the lookout with the same grin on his face still plastered.
'This bastard, I'll get him one of his days...' He mutter to himself with irritation but he didn't dare to take action, he wasn't the kind of man who really kill his Nakama, at best he would beat the shit out of the annoying brat and make him leave the ship, but what’s the difference between leaving him here in open sea and killing him.
'Next island, next island for sure, the lad got a little bounty on his head, it's not much but I can get a little drinking money...' he kept looking at the lookout and a grin formed on his face which he hurriedly hid.
"Why did you wake me up...?" He shouted, not planning on continuing to talk with this annoying bastard.
"Oh, yeah there seems to be a boy floating over there ?" Reply the lookout as he pointed in the northeast direction.
Toll was the navigator of the ship, that was the reason he needed to keep awake while others could sleep while sailing. The lookout was his eyes and ears. Though surely these newfound organs of his were defective.
"So ?" He asked, now getting irritated.
"So...hmmm" The lookout stuttered, only now he questioned himself why he woke Toll up, there was no reason for him to inform something like that to him.
He just did becuase he was getting bored, was sleepy as hell because of getting bored and lastly, because he didn't want to let Toll sleep while he was awake.
"I don't know, you asked me to inform you if I see anything I just…" The lookout hesitated and was saying but that was when he saw his shoe coming back at him with equal or more velocity, hitting the wooden enclosing of the crows nest.
"Tch, lucky bastard..." Toll murmured with irritation, though he was strong enough to send the shoe high up toward the infuriating bastard who woke up him, but still, his aim lacked irony to the excellent flintlock he owned.
Seeing the Lookout brat hurridly hiding inside the crows nest, he sighed and looked north-east to see what the brat was talking about.
And he found there was indeed someone floating on the sea. Though it was hard to tell whether the said person was still among the living. He really had no reason to bring him up but many times people on a long journey don't do things because they should or shouldn't do it, but for the simple reason of not having anything else to do.
If the boy is alive, then even if nothing then he can get a replacement for the lookout he was looking for.
"You, come down, help me bring the lad up..." He shouted, not planning on doing the toil alone...
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*Cough Cough..." He stirred, litres of salty sea water vomiting out of his mouth mixed with both snort and saliva.
He gasped for air and felt like he was almost touched by death there, but his strong lunch with years of training immediately sucked in air and dissolve the oxygen which he was lacking.
His body was lying on a flat smooth surface, this was much more comfortable than rocky surface and yet lacked the warmth he was used to from the wet yet surprisingly warm sand of the beach.
"Ah... told ya the lad is alive, that's 5000 Beli, cough up..." he heard a loud booming sound, though the voice was unfamiliar but he was able to understand it, at least he knew that he was not dead.
"Tsk.."
Slowly opening his eyes, he found the light assaulting his irises, making him growl as he slowly asked...
"Where am I ?" The voice was loud but it was firm.
"Ya, lad already talking. Didn't even seem like he coughed up a barrel full of seawater. Haha... strong this one is ?"
"Boy... what's your name ?" while the booming sound was making him irritated, another voice said that this was easier on his ears.
"Rag...Ragna..." Despite the questionably high tone voice referring him as a boy and his still sore and itchy throat, he replied while trying to get his eyes adjusted to the bloody sun shining right at him.
"Ragna, you are one lucky lad. I assume that Storm did this to you..." Asked the gruff voice again.
"Aye..." Ragna just nodded, slowly getting up. Trying to look around, the gentle sway of the surface told him that he was on a boat, and if so then what boat and who were this people.
"Good, good... oi lookout. Do your job..." the gruff voice said, earning a sigh from the other person.
The man came and helped Ragna up, with a jerk. He felt his body weighing twice right now due to the lack of energy and triedness.
"Ah... you carrying stones on you or something..." The man who helps him yup seems to also felt his weight.
Only now he was able to get a good look at both the men, the man with a gruff voice, looked to me in his mid 30s though it could be older, it's been a long time since Ragna met anyone to have keen instincts about someone's age and looks.
Messy black hair, tan skin, big bulging stomach with somewhat strong muscles complete his bear like built.
The man, who call him boy was around his age. Slender build with slightly develop muscles.
"Thank you for saving me..." Ragna said, as he stretch his body, trying to get the stiffness out of him but that was when he felt the skinny boy locking his hand behind him and tied it up with with rope.
"What the..." Ragna sensing what was going on, immediately wanted to resist but he didn't have the strength to do that.
He was hungry, his body was stiff and above anything, his body was too cold to excert force.
"What are you doing ?" Ragna clenched his teeth and asked, though a bad feeling was spreading in his gut.
"Haha...nothing much, just making sure you understand the rules of this ship New Lookout.." Said the big man.
"Huh, what did you just say..." but just as he said this, the boy standing behind Ragna and holding him down, brust out, like he heard something strange.
"Huh, nothing just muttering to myself. And what are you standing around for? Get going..." The other man said, sounding a little flustered and he immediately shouted to the man who was holding Ragna. Definitely ordering him around.
Ragna didn't like where this was going, they were taking him hostage, only one force in the sea would do that, gritting his teeth, he raised his head.
A simple way to tell which kind of ship he was in is to spot the flag on the ship. And as he raise his eyes his heart sank.
"Welcome Onboard, to the Golden Hook Pirates..."
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