The Walkers

Chapter 25

Guess I won't know who the real villain of the story is. Maybe Mustache just wanted to befriend Morrison and create a fleet to search for a lost treasure in some Paradise island. Nah. I think that is too far-fetched. I bet they had bad blood and both wanted to slit the other's throat. Well, too bad I don't have time to show either pity nor mercy. If I did, I am pretty sure that my Cap'n will slit my throat.

"This is the end of the line for you." I said as I looked coldly into the eyes of Captain Mustache. He was returning a glare that I cannot describe. It's fiery, but at the same time it's like he's challenging me to pull the trigger of my pistol. Guess I'll give him what he wants.

"Do me a favor and don't trust'im. He'll stab you in the back when he gets the opportunity." The pirate captain said his farewell words. That was pretty ominous. I mean, I don't doubt that he'll do it, but what's the deal with these two?

I aimed the barrel at the forehead of the former sailor and pulled the trigger without a remorse. An echo sounded loud and clear. It filled the whole Raging Cross Ann like with the anthem of demise and defeat. The whole crew threw their weapons to the ground and raised the arms. Will these pirates I serve for respect the code of honor? I guess they are for they're still in place.

"Good. Now we'll be able to reach me island in a jiffy." Morrison broke the silence with a grin that extended from ear to ear.

"Whaaaa..." I retorted immediately. I swear it's not because he said something that sounded like what a villain would say, but because the whole place is rumbling. Are the waves becoming bigger? The sea is going mad! This was a bad idea after all!

The ship is moving towards the waves that keep increasing in size. The ocean is becoming rough as if someone had released a storm that was kept dormant by the conflicting powers of two balancing forces. I broke the balance right? You knew about this, Morrison?! I turned towards him and he just stood there with his arms crossed, the stupid grin on his face and cackling as if her didn't care a bit that the world was coming to an end.

"Sailors, run!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, trying to make those that were my former friends to react, but it was in naught.

Apparently, the world had become a still frame. Everything was fixed in place, except for the captain and myself. Everyone seemed like a statue or a marionette that had their strings ripped apart. What the hell is going on, Morrison?! The waves are crashing against the hull. The boat is rocking like crazy! If this continues we are going to capsize! Captain, do something?! 

And thus, the shipped rocked and rolled to a side, throwing both of us into the dark and cold ocean. Somehow, they boat became frozen but I started to drift away...