A Hunter's Treasure

Not What They Seem

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Third Person P.O.V

The Inevitable sails slowly across the dark waters, the sky above filled with stars and the brilliant moon. The ship was barely floating, tilting heavily on its side and the masts severely damaged from fighting Red. It was eerily quiet, some crew members working silently on the masts above with crestfallen expressions.

Crow sat at the head of the ship, glaring down at the water as he sharpened his spear head.

"Captain," Sarah's voice cuts through the silence, the area brightening a bit as she walks over with a lantern. "The beast is gone. We can't stay out here."

"That thing took Jacob and (Y/N)," was all Crow replied, voice low.

"And I want it dead same as you!" Sarah sharply responds with a scowl, voice rough with anger. "But we'll founder if we don't get to port."

Crow turns his head at this, grunting under his breath.

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"She's making more water than we can pump out," Sarah leads Crow beneath the deck through the knee-high water, crew members working endlessly to scoop water out from below with buckets. "And the patch we fothered keeps slipping. If we stay out here much longer, we'll be sunk."

Some of the crew worked on sawing at wooden boards, attempting to create a patch for the many holes in the ship.

Crow sighs in frustration. "Shape a course for Mukesh Island."

Sarah's eyes narrow at this, the crew looking up in alarm with light gasps as they halt their actions.

"But the closest port is--"

"Mukesh!" Crow bellows, cutting Sarah off as he turns and starts storming out. "It'll be Mukesh by thunder, or the ocean floor."

Byron watches him with a glare. "Would you be planning a visit to Gwen Batterbie, by any chance?"

Crow comes to a stop, turning and scowling at Byron with a scoff but remaining silent, giving his answer.

"Captain," Sarah shakes her head, tone full of shock and apprehension as she starts to follow him out. "Her wares come at too steep a price! To make covenant with the likes of her is against the hunter's code."

Crow snarls furiously, turning to Sarah. "Blast whatever code would bar me my revenge! There be no charter over me own!"

Sarah breathes in deeply, her eyes squinting as she watches him.

"I'll use Batterbie's methods. I'll do whatever it takes!" Crow looks along the crew with a wild look in his eye. "I'd cleave the very sea and destroy everything that swims, scuttles, or bobs if I have to!"

He steps closer to Sarah, making her flinch just barely as she continues to glare up at him.

"But I'll have vengeance," he swears lowly, turning and marching away. "I'll have vengeance."

The crew watch him leave before turning to Sarah, who sighs softly through her mouth and shakes her head.

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Crow leans over the table in his cabin, candles lit to illuminate the book on the table. He flips through the pages of his legacy book, pausing when he comes across the blank pages that had been meant for Jacob.

He sighs and shakes his head, his expression hardening as he throws the book away with a scream of rage. He breathes heavily, leaning his hands on the table and hanging his head low.