Imelda, All Warrior

Capítulo Dos

                                                  

                                                      Capítulo Dos

                          “¡Pelea como un pirata o muere como un cobarde!"

                                 -Fight like a pyrate or die like a coward!-

                                                                               - Assassin's Creed

   

          As the lifeless corpse of the nobleman lay in front of me, I baffled at how lucky I was. There was nothing more refreshing and relieving than venting out on a brawl – there was more scum out there, of course – scum that thought they were better than everyone and everything else in this undiscovered, cruel world. The damn Navy crossed my mind. Those bastards were the worst of them all. Every time I was at sea, they would manage to sabotage my plans, but they could never catch me. I smirked. They need to be the taught the lesson of a lifetime – and who was better at doing that than me?

          The thought had me grinning like an idiot, but the sound of the door stopped me in my trance. 

          I felt something grab a hold of my ankle. I stilled, gripped the handle of my sword, but it was the poor man. His fingers were gripping me in an odd fashion. That husband did not show any mercy when he smashed his fingers. A strange pity welled within me – here lay a man who only wanted to vent as I did; he got beat and his fingers broken as a result, but the way he desperately clung to me … That’s it, I thought. I want him in my crew!

          I beamed, but the brawl wasn’t over. 

          It had escalated during my internal rubbish – I was missing out on the fun! I pouted. No fair.

          The little man yelled out a warning that stilled me to my boots: “¡Oye, Señorita! ¡La Navy, La Navy están aqui!”

          Perfect timing; now the real fun begins. Just as suddenly, the bang of the door resonated throughout the room. The Navy came forth in the intimidating single file formation I knew all too well. Their methods never got old, nor did they ever work. They surrounded the walls of La Cuerva, blocking any means of escape. I rolled my eyes. Oh, boy, more people were going to die tonight. Not my problem, time for this matador to make her exit. 

          As the Navy men settled down in their rehearsed spots, the brawl died down. People stopped punching and started cleaning everything up, making it look presentable for our new guests. The Navy controlled the citizens of the town – most of which had previously participated in the brawl. If people did not adhere to the Navy’s iron fist, there would be fines charged and executions held the next morning. 

          My appetite for their blood had died down. I sighed. I might as well go back to my ship and see what my mates found in their own little raid while I was here doing my own thing, I thought. They were being tested.