Wings over the Sea

The Captain vs His own Crew... Plus a Dragon

Change of perspective Brorym

The Captain...he was taken. The human who was the reason why he could never have his freedom was captured. He had to take a few seconds to process all this. Within a few hours, he was taken out of the cage, gotten away from the very human who captured him, and now he had the perfect opportunity to just take off. He could just fly right off this island and never look back. What was stopping him from abandoning everyone to live his own life? His conscience. That is what was stopping him...and curiosity. Captain Owen was the only one who could answer his questions, and he was no one to just leave behind people who could die because of opportunity. Yeah, he would be saving himself, and Owen deserved it, but Brorym would never forgive himself if he took off now leaving all of these people stranded. Why did he have to care?

Once Owen was out of sight, Brorym flared his wings out. He made sure they were dry before flapping them. His clawed feet left the branch giving him the sign he was ok. Making the last-minute decision, he flew after Owen. Maybe he could do something.

Brorym made sure to keep close to the trees for protection. He could see the men leading Owen back to the beach but with force. Why were his men acting as if he were a slave? Jumping from tree branch to tree branch, he keeps himself hidden. Owen's head drifted in his direction and their eyes meet. He knew exactly where he was, but said nothing.

The man dragging Owen to the beach pushed the Captain forward. He fell in the sand as the men circles around his body. Brorym's wings flared out in worry as he crawled forward on all four limbs. What were they doing? Weren't they his crew?

"Captain you brought shame to our crew."

Owen's head whipped up, struggling to get on his feet. Another man behind him kicked his legs causing him to fall back to the ground as the sea of men got closer to his body to make sure he did not get anywhere. Brorym looked around frantically. There were no more branches to jump to. All the others would get him further and further away from the commotion. He flew up into the air hoping none of the humans noticed him.

"A Captain always goes down with his ship. You brought shame and bad luck on our heads."Owen looked up at the crew with dark eyes.

"That was never my plan." He looked up at his first mate who was directly to his left. "You of all people know this." His first mate ignored his pleas completely joining the mob destined to make him pay.

"You." the crewmate continued. "If we ever get off this island, we will never be paid again. You brought shame to all of us. We will never be brought on for another job. No more jobs no more gold. You doomed us all."

"You're exaggerating" Owen tried to stand once more. As he reached crouching height, a sword was drawn to his neck. He slowly paused putting his hands in the air.

Brorym was not sure what to do. He would regret the great of his long existence if he let this happen...but this was a human's fight. He has nothing to do who this. Plus if he saved the human he would most likely just end up in a cage once more. He flew from side to side debating in his mind what to do. What could he do?

Owen squinted his eyes giving a death glare. This one look said it all. How dare you betray me? He then reached up and grabbed the sword. He could feel the metal slicing through his skin. The stinging. The liquid dripping. He only made the sword nick his neck, making a two-inch slice without flinching his eyes. The crew members who were not used to such a man took a few steps back. What type of man was going to cut himself? "If you are using a sword, make sure you use it or I may not take you seriously."

The teen couldn't take it anymore. He dived straight down. The wind brushing past his tied-back hair while the guest was felt all around his body. He dived right into the middle of the group, hovering right in front of Owen's face. He landed his feet on top of the sword. "Back off or else." His wings flared out to the point they almost covered up Owen's face. His tail was slowly moving back and forth in a protective manner. All the men laughed. Even Owen was trying to hold in a laugh. The only one with a serious manner was Brorym at this point.

With the aura of the men switching within q second, Owen could feel the tightness of the sword against his skin slack. Maybe he could use this as an opportunity.

"Shoo pipsqueak." the man holding the sword very gently moved the sword so the tiny would lose his balance. Brorym did wabble but never lost his footing. He looked down to make sure his feet were still planted on the metal before looking up at the frustrated man. "I said move. Your not involved with this." the man said more sternly this time. He was allowing his patience to slip away at the two ignorant targets in front of him, especially when the half-breed never answered him not moved from his spot.

The man just wanted Brorym to move, so he reached out with one hand to remove him. At that moment the dragon flew up. He just missed being grabbed when he flew closer to his arm. Brorym landed on his arm on all fours. He stared down the man with the sword before letting a smile slip. He grinned like a Cheshire cat as his hands started to heat up.

Owen watched with wide eyes as the little creature scampered up the man's arm like a squirrel to avoid being captured. When he had a moment to rest, he released a surge of heat burning the man's skin. The man had to be in great pain having several spots on his arm being seared off by heat that was as warm as a fire pit. The Captain took the opportunity to reach over and grab the handle of the sword. He now had the upper hand, and the other men knew it too. All six of them drew their swords waiting for their opponent to charge. With way more fun than he was supposed to be having right now, the Captain held the sword with one hand.

He waited until Brorym flew off of the man before stabbing him in the shoulder. It didn't go all the way through, but he swore it hit bone. He left it in allowing the blood to drip down drop by drop. Both watched as the man slipped down to his knees. Without any mercy, the Captain slid the sword out with a jerk making sure it opened the wound more. All people around could hear the groaning turning into a low scream from the pain. All knew he wouldn't die from this wound, but all knew it was painful.

When the man's knees hit the sand Owen raised the sword and slashed it across his face. His body fell to the ground, most likely out of pain than death.

Brorym knew Owen could be a monster, but this was a bit obsessive. He flew behind the human's back peering out to see the faces of the stunned men.

The human's first mate drew his sword approaching Owen very slowly. Brorym heard a loud whisper, but to the other humans, they couldn't even hear it. "When you get the signal fly at him." The teen looked at the back of his head a bit confused. What signal?

"Step aside. You are all useless." the first mate said as he raised his weapon in a fighting stance."I'll drag his body back to the mainland for that ransom."

Owen prepared his sword after wiping the blood off the tip onto his clothing. He sidestepped to get a better angle while having one foot in front of the other. He could hear the distracting sounds of Brorym's wings behind him. It was like having a scared child hiding behind their parent. Every movement he made the small one stayed behind him. He waited till the first mate made the first strike. He then lunged forward stabbing his opponent's foot.

Brorym took this as the sign. He flew right towards the first mate's face. Right before he smashed into the human he pulled up. The first mate nealed over in pain. When the halfling flew at him, he lost his balance falling over. The Captain took this as an advantage, slinging the sword, so it was drawn and pointed right between the man's eyes. The first mate froze, his whole body yelling at him not to move or die.

"Anyone else?" Owen raised the sword pointing it at the crowd. Not one soul moved from their spot in fear of being the next victim. "Good."