Heart of the Sun

Chapter 3: Stealing Payback

Third person point of view:
A sudden boom broke Isabel's balance. Part of the deck was now on fire. The ship became a frenzy. Some went to put the fire out, others went to arm themselves and the ship. Antonio was barking orders, Alfonso ran supplies around.

Isabel was in shock. She would have let the invaders walk up a slice her up without even moving because she couldn't quite catch up to the current situation. They were under attack. There was the aggressive clanks of metal in the background of brutal sword play. Thankfully for her, Lovino immediately went to get her, determined to remove her from the chaos. The crew of pale-skinned men seemed slightly smaller in numbers than her own but they were holding up well, which only frightened her more. Who were these people?
Antonio was intense looking, battle axe in hand, seeking out an unknown target.

He cut down any men foolish enough to be brave and approach him.

Arthur's point of view:
Oh how I waited, and wasn't it worth it. For mouths I searched for bloody Spanish crew of the Santa Maria. I would now be able to start paying back all I owed them.
Red was beginning to decorate the ship's deck, death resting above and mingled in the active fights. I carefully scouted out for the captain. Antonio stood aside from the fight, fury coming off him in waves. He seemed to be look for someone. Of course he wasn't about to see him, not yet.
I quickly now donned on raggy clothes in place of my richer ones. Once crossing onto the Santa Maria, I careful began my hunt. I started for the captain's cabin, knowing already richs wasn't what I needed to take. They won't be valuable enough.
As I got closer, I began to notice a strange positioning of some of the crew. Some of the men seem to gravitate to the captain's cabin. I laugh to myself, the guard dogs were making my job a lot easier. Knowing now there was something worth protecting in there, I hurry over.

The door swung open soundless, revealing a large and embellished room. Gold, maps, and liquor lay there tempting, but the real temptation stood behind a older boy. Oh yes, this was what I came here for. I then stood tall, going for my sword with a grin.

"Step aside boy if you treasure you life."

The boy then turned to meet my threat. He only had a dagger in hand, he stood no chance. Yet the boy scowled at me and spat.

"Not happening, so piss off."

Despite his words, his eyes shown nervousness and fear, although they also were also tinted with stubbornness.
The women behind him looked absolutely terrified, making me even more excited. This job just keeps getting easier and easier. I walk up the boy as he takes a defensive position.
As I raise my blade he takes swift swings at my face, throat, and chest. But the struggle was short lived as I cut deep into his shoulders and side. He falls slowly as he tries to will himself stay and fight, but it's to no avail. I finally turn to the woman whom has now armed herself with a bottle of wine. She amuses me a second and then I proceed towards her.

"And what is a pretty thing like you doing here?" I tease.

Her olive eyes burn into me, breathing heavy. Just as I'm in arms reach she throws the wine at my head and breaks into a run. I move only to get hit with a bit of the bottle, feeling soft throb. I grin as I then chase her before she gets to the door. In the nick of time, I stick my foot out to trip her and then pounce on her back. She lets out a small hiss of pain.

"Well I must say, you were being difficult but, that was fun."

I then pull out cords from my pockets as I tie her hands and feet. She tries to struggle free, but her efforts are in vain. Hate and crushed hope pours from olive to sour green grape colored globes as I inspected my new cargo.

Then I simply smile, hoist her onto my shoulder and kick the door to the deck open.