Twisted Wonderland x Kny ~ Princess of the Sun and Moon Special Edition

Special Chapter: Swear By the Pirates' Code! Finale

Rose woke up and saw black and white color room then she saw a figure standing there in his dorm uniform. And, the screen started to roll in a record of memory as he recall his past.

Conard Narrated: [One day I'll become as great as the Captain of the Neverseas!]

"I said something like that many times as a child. That man was a gentleman who mastered swords and wit, whose crew was tight knit, who had all the freedom one could dream of. His stories spoke of so much more, just waiting out there. I felt a man that great could perhaps understand me. We were fellow dreamers, I was sure."

Mist envelops the scene, shifting into forms and shapes Rose has never seen. And yet the feeling is so familiar. A scab that is scratched over and over, a bruise that is poked again and again. There is a young boy, a child, holding a book much too large for him. His eyes scan each page with reverence. Dread invades her as the door opens, the tall shadow of a man hovering over the child.

Barbangra: I thoug' I told ya to go learn ta fight with them brats, not read like some wilting daisy.

Child Conard: This book has legends of actual treasures. With one of them we'd have enough to travel for years! A true pirate would understand it's value-

Barbangra: What was that!?

Child Conard: ...

Barbangra: Spoutin' all that nonsense. Who wassit that helped you keep the one eye after those wild brats took the otha one?

Child Conard: ...The doctor?

Barbangra: I don't like yer tone kid

Child Conard: ...

Barbangra: Tch. That's what I get for helping ye wild brats. All ye gotta say is 'aye captain'. Get it thru' that thick empty skull of yers.

Child Conard: ...

Barbangra: I ain't hearing you kid. You looking for trouble?

Child Conard: ... No, Captain.

Conard Narrated: "Captain? What a joke. That man's ego was as fragile as glass, and he made us all pay for it. He was as childish as the Lost Boys he hated, forcing children to do his bidding no matter the danger. No amount of drinking, of foul language or of violence could hide how infantile he was. "

The words are laced with poison, a hatred that burns inside Rose as well. Is it her own, or part of the memory? Perhaps both? The mist swirls once more, transporting her to another time. A tavern, she assumes, given the rustic wood it's all made off. She can hear the sound of the sea near, before it's all drowned in the noise of broken wood, glass shattering, pleas and cruel laughs. The same shadow stands now above an old man, who recoils and grovels on the ground. The boy from before is older, but not much. A child knocking on the door of adulthood.

Barbangra: BWAHAHA! HOW YE LIKE THAT!?

Inkeeper: You can take whatever you want! Please stop!

Barbangra: HEAR THAT BOYS!? WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT!

Older Conard: ...

Barbangra: We're all having fun now, boy! Why the long face? Sunken that there is no pretty lasses 'round for ye?

Older Conard: ...This is disgusting.

Barbangra: Come again?

Older Conard: This is below me. There's no pride or skill in it! You're just some thug robbing an old man! Where's your dignity!?

Barbangra: And whatcha gonna do about it, brat?

Older Conard: ...

Barbangra: That's a right. Nothing. This ain't one of yer stories kid, this' the real world. And ye just lost your share of the plunder.