Love At Sea: De La en Glässer

Shoshana Islands

The smile instantly dropped from the joyous man's face. "He is dead and so are the crew." Johnny sighed and shook his head. The handy telescope was in his hands in a minute. He watched the little to no remains of the ship sink. Some sailors had managed to survive that he was not surprised. They had skin of pure skull. "The captain." And thankfully Bernadette. "Was not on that ship. He escaped." Bernadette was safe he thought. And he was going to find her. The sexual urge to have her moan his name ate at his lower regions. The desire to have her nude body pressed up against his, her darkened nipples tickling his chest hair had him ranging mad with want. But he had had control himself. Not a soul needed to know about the lady. If someone like Theobald found out about his feelings, then there was to be more pain than gain for Bernadette.

Theobald jumped down from the crates of boxes that had been erected for him. "What the hell did you say?" He approached the one legged man slowly, his hand itching towards his gun. "I said he escaped." Theobald ground his teeth together, the muscles of his cheeks worked hard not to burst. His face drained of his natural skin colour and was replaced by stains of red. In a matter of minutes his face was covered in anger and that anger was taken out on an unsuspecting sailor. Luckily the sailor served, as for his hand, well he would have to do with an arm short. "How could he have escaped?" "Maybe if you had let the ship be and not destroyed it then you would have had your opportunity at killing the captain without harming the ship." "Shut up!" He roared at the Lord of Seaxtus. The explanation he gave did not make any form of sense. His brain was frazzled fried, he thought he had won victory.

He got hold of the nearest looking glass and searched the waters. It had only been on special encounters that he had met the man Macmillan Wilbur, a hand full of times that he had been given an opportunity to fully examine the man and his looks and he had committed every details to memory- it was not everyday one heard of a lord falling from grace because he wanted to work with his hands! There were a few sailors some of whom struggled with the wounds they had or with their buoyancy skills, but none of them looked like the man he wanted. He turned angrily. "How long till we reach the islands?"

Johnny ignored him, he was more intent on finding out the number of saviours than actually answering the question. "Damned fool." Theobald placed the gun to his head. "Answer me this instant or I will have you deep in the gutters and find the bloody treasure by myself." Calmly Johnny tilted his head away from the gun. He had made an observation- a total of eight men survived, Cockerell being among the lot. "You can see for yourself." He moved from his spot and gestured towards the lord. Theobald grunted and was handed another telescope (after he had managed to dent the first one he had.) He adjusted the lenses. At first it was nothing but an unclear haze. A confusion of nothing in particular that gave him an aching skull but when he looked once more, he could make out the distant lands of hills and greenery. The mountains looked small from where he stood, but he knew the closer he got, the bigger they became. His hands itched, the only thing he desperately wanted was to find the godforsaken treasure.

He placed the telescope roughly to Johnnys chest. The man made not a sound of discomfort or pain. "Now," began Theobald catching the attention of all men on the ship. "That we have found the islands, the famous Shoshana islands, popular for untamed species of human beings, wealth and treasure. I find I do not need you any more Johnny, your purpose has been well served." The crew including a stunned Eberhard watched as the captain crocked his gun and aimed it yet at a second time at Johnnys head. "Oh yes my time is indeed up and you have found the islands but where will you find the treasure?" He took small steps towards the railings.

"I will search every corner and have no stone unturned if I have to! But I will not have a scandalous pig such as yourself here on ship with me. Heavens knows what evil you have planned for us you salvaging imposter." Johnny smiled but still took another slight step towards the railing. He could swim if push came to pull, but he doubted his half leg would aid him to his satisfaction. "I am an imposter for telling you about riches that you and I can have to our satisfaction! What happened to the women? The endless celebrations? The whole sharing is caring theme?" Theobald thought for a moment. "Er- I changed my mind." Time was ticking slowly, and Johnny's shirt got padded with his sweat. The weather was still fairly cold but not bone chilling and hopefully it would warm up by the morrow. "I always told you Eberhard, Theobald is a bad person."