A Poison Named Calypso (Viggo X OC)

Chapter 5: New Opportunities

"Remember, brother–find the girl, then bring her to me. No detours. This is of the utmost importance."

I nod. "Yes, Viggo."

My brother is smiling–is he making fun of me?-–and he takes my chin in his hand, staring deeply into my eyes. (If it were any other man I would've snapped his neck for even touching me, but Viggo is my brother.)

He gazes deep within me, his stare unnerving. His eyes flash dangerously. "Do not fail me." Viggo's grip tightens, and his fingers drop to my throat and squeeze.

My eyes widen with panic, but I stay calm.

Viggo smirks, then releases his grip on me. "Good luck, brother."

"Hey, uh, Ryker-man? Does this boat got any place where a man can relieve himself?"

Ryker was snapped out of his memory and drawn back to the present. His eyes focused on the newcomer: a small, strange Berserker in front of him. "What?"

The red-haired man named Dagur gave an impatient sigh. "Does your boat have a bathroom?"

A bathroom? Ryker smirked. "Look around you. We're surrounded by the ocean." An idea crossed his mind, and his smirk widened. "Or perhaps you want me to dangle you over the water while you do your business? Is that to your liking?" The men around him slapped their knees, roaring with laughter. Ryker gave a great belly-laugh, pleased with his own joke.

"Ha, ha." Dagur laughed weakly. He turned around. "I'll just...find a bucket."

Alone once more, Ryker was left to stew in his thoughts and memories. His hands clenched at the thought of Viggo's fingers trailing across his neck.

It was a clear display of power–a reminder of who the real top dog was. And it was not Ryker.

If a lesser man had been named Chief, Ryker would have slit the throat in a heartbeat. But his little brother had proved his worth, and so he answered to him, no matter the beating his ego took.

So he was going to find the girl Heather with the help of Dagur the Deranged, and he was going to bring his prize back to Viggo in a few weeks time. Perhaps then he would be impressed.

But he had to get the girl first.

To his right came the fluttering of wings. His head snapped up and, to his surprise, a Terrible Terror was flying right next to him, screeching its ear-splitting call.

"Alright, come here, you," Ryker grumbled, reaching for the parchment on the creature. But it gave a scream of protest and flew around his reach.

"Who's Terror Mail is this?" Ryker shouted to his men. Everyone gave him blank stares.

Dagur the Deranged scrambled from below-decks, his eyes wide as he recognized the screeching dragon. "That's mine!" he said excitedly. He sprinted to the dragon, who landed on his arm with a dazed look.

Dagur unfurled the parchment and frowned, his eyes sweeping back and forth over the paper. He looked confused.

Ryker groaned. "Please tell me you know how to read."

Dagur's face burned brightly. "I KNOW HOW TO–" He glanced at the swords in Ryker's hand. "Um, never mind."

Ryker smirked in victory and sheathed his twin blades. "What's in the letter?"

Dagur's sour face immediately dropped into a wide toothy grin. "My sister!" His arms flew out in his excitement, and the Terror was flung out into sea. It screeched until its wings caught the wind, and it flew away with an offended huff. Dagur took no notice and continued, "Heather wants to see me! We will meet tonight!"