Black Hearted

Part 13

Sean glanced between James and Robin. He wasn't sure that either of them would relent to the other. When the two lackeys suddenly jumped to their feet, rushing out of the cell. They inched past the others on their way up the stairs and Felix jumped in their direction to frighten them up the stairs a lot faster. Ken chuckled, playfully holding Felix back by his elbows now to keep him from running up the steps after them. Sean's eyes slowly drifted back to James. James still had his arms pinned down, but he finally had his legs free. He planned to try kneeing James in the ribs... Only James made it easier. James let out a heavy sigh, releasing him to sit back on his heels. He was a man who knew when he was defeated. Sean respected that. Not enough to spare him though. Finally free, Sean kept to his word. Sitting up, Sean clenched his jaw and punched James with as much strength as he possessed! Braking his nose and sending pain up Sean's knuckles. 

James hit the floor, clutching his bleeding nose. While through his pain, Sean bolted to his feet and kicked James in the balls. Robin rushed into the cell as the others chuckled softly. Sean had never hit anyone in his life, but he never had a reason to be violent, until these pirates showed up! He was a prince! No one had ever treated him with such disrespect before! Robin grabbed Sean's waist, lifting him up to remove him from the cell. Sean tried everything to stay in and finish him off. His father would have killed him for even touching him. Robin handed Sean over to Bob like he was simply a squirming kid, straining out to him. "Bob, take him up top before he hurts himself." Bob wrapped his arms around Sean's waist, firmly taking ahold of him and starting up the steps. Sean tried to cling to the banister, but Wade pried him off everything as Bob took him up to the deck. Once they reached the top deck, Bob released him and Sean stumbled to the ground.

Straightening back up, Sean tried to go back below deck, but Wade quickly blocked him. Sean hit Wade's chest, snapping aloud. "Let me back down there! Why are you defending him! Do you realize what he almost did to me!" Wade took hold of Sean's wrists to keep him from hitting him anymore, telling him very calmly. "I know. However, we can't have you killing him over something that he 'didn't' get a chance to do. Tyler is Quartermaster. He will deal with him and his friends. That is his job. What you need to do is relax for a minute." Sean yanked his wrists out of Wade's hands. He wasn't all that angry anymore... but he didn't want to be manhandled anymore. Taking a deep breath, Sean moved away to the front of the ship. As he passed a patrol guard, the man reached out to grab his arm, starting to yell out. "HEY! Where do you think-" Sean cut him off with a swift punch to his jaw, yelping in pain soon after. He didn't realize that punching people really hurt. His dad made it look so effortless.

Jumping onto the bowsprit, Sean balanced perfectly as he walked out to the end. Laying out across it, Sean rubbed his hand and watched the water crash against the bow. Staring down into the water was calming. Even the light spray of the sea felt good. Behind him on the deck, Wade apologized to the guard for him and told him that it was alright. He wanted to be left alone. Although, clearly there was no place to be alone on a ship. He couldn't understand how a human could live like this. Sean stared out at the horizon, letting the first rays of the day touch his sunburned skin. Every part of him ached, but the cold sea spray at least took the burn of his skin away. He was even starting to fall asleep, when Robin told him lightly. "Careful now. We get some pretty big sharks out here. We wouldn't want you getting snatched off there." Sean lifted his sleepy head, grumbling back. "I'll take my chances with the shark." Robin chuckled, leaning his arms on the bow's railing casually.

Sean watched Robin glance around the front of the ship, before striking up a light conversation in an understanding voice. "I know what you must think of us... None of us are really much to admire. Especially, for one such as yourself. I don't know what your life was like below the sea. But up here, we have to fight to survive. Fight for our freedom. Fight for a place in this wide world." Sean sat up and turned around to face him, asking curiously. "Even on the land?" Robin nodded solemnly, replying in a softer voice. "The only freedom is what you can make of it on the sea. Otherwise, civilized society doesn't have a place for the likes of us." Robin must of seen his confused face, because he added in nonchalantly. "On land, governments tell everyone how to behave and how to live. What is acceptable and what is not. You either work for them and barely earn enough to get by... Or you steal enough to get by. The rest of us can't even get a decent job. All because we don't look, or even act the way we should. We just want to live our lives, our way. Who gives a damn about what they think and want for us."