Battling the Storm

Damages.

Yes I know it's short but I purposely made it that way and I will work hard to give you a long chapter next.

Ciao~*

Lexx~*

In less than three hours, the Royal Guardsmen had their ship blown to pieces and Ronan's crew had their 'fun' as they mercilessly killed every last man on board, save for the ones who had no experience in fighting. A dark skinned man, dressed in the usual breeches and boots, completed with his simple vest that should have gone over a tunic; knocked once on the Captain's door before entering. Ronan was sitting behind the huge desk with his feet propped up as he held a map up in front of him.

"Captain, we-"

"Damages." The man frowned at having been cut off but said nothing about it.

"They tried to sink us but they only managed to clip the railing of the ship as the ball plunged into the sea." The man frowned at his Captain's indifference but he knew this was how Ronan usually acted. "Their ship has been sent to the ocean floor, along with its crew, though we did manage to obtain a few cabin boys and three new cooks."

Ronan lowered the map enough to glare at the man. "You know I hate training new brats."

"That should be my line, you prick." Both men turned toward the new voice and saw Darius leaning on the door frame with a scowl on his face. He entered the room and stopped next to the dark man, giving him a lazy smile. "Even'ng Kincaid."

The man, Kincaid, glared at Darius in reply before turning back to the Captain. "Captain, we need to stop at Port before we decide to make our next move."

Ronan seemed like he hadn't heard him as he continued looking over the map, which irritated Kincaid. He opened his mouth to repeat himself but stopped when Ronan spoke.

"Tortuga."

Kincaid frowned at the name, not particularly caring for the people on the island but he could not argue that they had decent things for cheap.

"What about Levan and Arlow?" Darius asked, clasping his hands behind his head.

"Last I made contact with Levan, he was already on his way there. They are planning to stay there for awhile and wait out the Royal Guard," Ronan explained as he finally folded the map and tucked it away in drawer. He stood and rounded his desk before leaning against it and stared at his First Mate and Quartermaster. It was almost comical how Kincaid towered over Darius, though what the smaller man lacked in height he surely made up for in attitude. "I suggest you boys hurry and grab your meal before you turn in, for tomorrow we sail to Tortuga."

The two nodded and made their way out of the Captain's quarters, shutting the door behind them as they shoved each other roughly, leaving Ronan alone, smiling to himself.

"Yes," he murmured with a grin. "Tortuga."