The Captain's Trove (Rewards for the Crew)

Genesis of Flint's Trove

A couple of you might recognize the beginning of this story. So I'll give some clarification. Flint is the main character in this story. This was originally a contest entry for something, but I really liked the characters. I had a class and was able to get some more feedback on this story to refine it some more, but it became a testing ground for a character whose entire character design is that he is pulled between worlds and by the time his own story rolls around he is jaded and just wants to retire. 

Anyway, I played around with his character and this whole story was a testing ground and this is what came out of it. Flints first appearance will be in Foxtails and will connect the Foxtails realm and the Pearly Tales realm. The Justification, well if you've read the Pearly City you already know that Cal isn't the only person to cross over from earth to that video game world. Which means that passing over from earth to other worlds isn't impossible so why does earth have to be the only starting point for that journey? Hence Flint and his plot was born.

Welcome to the genesis of his journey.

-The Captain

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She wiped the blood from her cheek and picked up the sword. His eyes followed her blade as she pressed it against his neck

"Don't. Move."

"Oooof course." He sighed rolling his eyes. How did he always end up in these messes? It was his Captain's luck wasn't it. it was rubbing off on him. Traipsing around tavern to tavern always meeting the cutest girls, aaand the angriest warriors. Honestly, just one day where people weren't trying to kill him, was that too much to ask!?

"What are you doing here?" She was a knight, that much was obvious by her armored uniform. But with her long silky mint green hair braided over her shoulder and great sword in her hand, there was only one knight that she could be.

Freaking Lancelot. Just. His. Luck. What was she doing here? He didn't miss the way her chest plate was specially crafted to contain her ample feminine wealth. Or the way her armor gleamed in the moonlight. A knight in shining armor was the last thing on his wish list.

"I'm just looking for my captain." He said knowing that no matter what happened next, he was screwed.

"In an alley? In the middle of the night?" She said pushing her sword against his neck drawing a hair of blood. His gaze lazily drifted to the slain thugs by her. Those aren't normal back alley thugs. And he would know, his cursed pirate captain is usually passed out drunk in these kinds of alleys and it was his job as her... well, he wasn't quite her son, since she's not technically his mother. Neither is she motherly! He often wondered if he qualifies as a stray dog. The loyal seadog that drags her back to the ship every morning.

"Yes, black hair. Deep in her cups, or passed out. May or may not be in the company of a local girl with a huge rack. Look, I'm just the errand boy, ma'am." He answered, knowing that even an honest description of Black Beard won't do him any good. Best keep it vague, and get out of there when he got the chance.

"Errand boy for a group of pirates. You're younger than I imagined you, Mr. Flint. Do you know these men?" She tilted her head at the six men by her feet.

"Ha!" He laughed. "Listen, love. You're pretty, but even my captain wouldn't be caught dead associating with the Nightclaw Assassins to get in your pants. And if you know who I am, then you can put your sword away. We just got our charter from your king and work for you now. Privateers." He hissed that last word, and spit on the ground.

"The Nightclaw, why are they involved?" Lancelot looked shocked. But Flint noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Yep, this was just his luck. He took half a step backward to place his foot and kicked the guard of her sword.