the seas are alive,
and they are raging with monsters, old sport.
| based on the voyage of the dawn treader |
| BOOK TWO OF THE KING IN DISTRESS DUOLOGY |
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Present day, Narnia
THEY WOUND THROUGH the streets of the grand market, crates in tow. Chatter from the crowd filled the air, some speaking in their native language, others speaking the universal tongue. Edmund trailed behind Jamie, paying not much mind to the people that passed by them until he looked down, and soon noticed his torch had been missing from his belt. "Where's my torch?"
Jamie abruptly whipped around."What?"
"My torch. It's gone." Edmund's brows knit together. "I swear I had it just a second ago."
"Fuck." Jamie whispered beneath her breath. "If there's ever one thing you have to avoid in Velestia, it's getting pickpocketed by thieves in the market." She dropped the crate handle, eyes and ears sharp as her senses heightened. Blurs of people milled about, chattering amongst themselves and conversing with vendors. Then, in the midst of the crowd stood a man, with icy blue irises and kohl lined around his eyes. He had necklaces strung around his neck, chest exposed from a white shirt. He wore a long dark red coat, leather pants, and boots. His skin was a dark shade, from years of saltwater sun. "Shit."
"Is this what you were looking for?" His Velestian accent was heavy, syllables slurring together. Surely enough, he held Edmund's silver torch in his hand, holding it up for them to see.
Behind her, Edmund was about to step forward when Jamie stopped him with a hand. "Let me handle this." She murmured, before returning her attention to the pirate. "Veht rorh gúen tà, sū dío?" Give it back to him, will you? Upon Jamie's use of the native Velestian tongue, the pirate seemed taken aback, a flash of surprise crossing his features. "Ihk'n." Now.
"You speak the old Velestian tongue." The pirate mused. "With an accent that doesn't belong to that of a foreigner. That's impressive." He was stalling.
"I travel a lot." Jamie replied curtly. "Now," she stepped towards him, slowly, "you and I don't want bloodshed, yes? So, I suggest you give the object back to its owner, if you're smarter than you look."
The pirate regarded her with narrowed eyes. "And what if bloodshed is what I want?"
"See these swords by my sides?" Jamie gestured to her weapons. "You shall get it, I assure you. It was poor foresight that you didn't steal what's important."
"If it's not so important, why go through such lengths to give it back?" The pirate arched a brow, and for a moment, they battled one another in silent eye contact. Jamie's senses tingled, and the pirate at her seven o'clock hadn't even moved before she retrieved a small blade from her belt and threw it in his direction, impaling him straight at the neck.
