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The Neopian Times Week 122 > Continuing Series > Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Three

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Three

by ridergirl333

"Kara Lee! Report to my cabin immediately!" I called.

     My name is Captain NightLupe the black Lupe. To my crew, I'm the strongest of the strong and the bravest of the brave. I've gotten them through thick and thin and they'd follow me anywhere. To merchant ships, I'm the most fearsome robber to roam the seven seas. To most others on Krawk Island, I'm the Lupe they call "The bearer of the Tales."

     Some say that the Tales are as old as the sea itself. Some say that they originated in Maraqua. Still others say that the Tales are bogus, fairy tales to frighten children.

     Only I know the truth. Yet, I'm forbidden to tell.

     The Tales are a heavy leather-bound book written in an ancient code. My family holds the translation key. We've passed it down from generation to generation, from Lupe to Lupe, from eldest child to eldest child. I inherited the key from my father who got it from his mother, and so on for uncountable decades.

     "You needed me, Captain? Er… Cap'n."

     "Kara me lass, look at this map. I know we were originally going on our usual raids, but take a look at this map."

     "Where did you get this, Cap'n?"

     "I bought it. Ten dubloons. Got it from me old mate Cap'n Goldtooth the Krawk." I traced my paw on the map. "Take a look at this city. Coconut Bay. The busiest port city on Mystery Island. Or so Goldtooth claims."

     "You don't believe Cap'n Goldtooth, sir?" Kara asked, shocked.

     "I'm just sayin', he's a crafty character when he wants to be. Now what do ye say we turn this ship around and make a nice liddle raidin' stop at Coconut Bay?"

     "Maybe." Kara seemed lost in thought. I ignored this.

     "Good. Give the orders to turn around."

     Kara nodded at me. Then, she left.

     I returned to my work: translating one of the Tales. It was father's wish that I should uncover the meaning behind this poem in particular. I've been trying to make sense of it, but I haven't had much success. I looked again at the ancient riddle.

"Sea and Air is a pirate's domain,
Yet another comes to meet again,
That Land and Sea may then unite
To end the bitter fight.

"Then, lo! Beneath the seabirds' call,
Comes the one to make wickedness fall.
Lily's tale again unfolds,
Her secrets to behold.

"Out of Fire comes the maid,
To wield the flower's battle blade.
Hence the Fire and Sea be one
Beneath the burning sun."



     "This is your destiny." My father had said. "Follow it true, NightLupe."

     The night after my father had died, I was visited by a Faerie in a dream. I don't know who she was, but she told me that, "The Peophins are the key." The next morning, I saw Marcus and Arielle at the Golden Dubloon. I was only half-conscious as to who they really were. In my mind, I kept seeing two Peophins. But that can't be possible. Can it?

     Can it?

***

"See that fog, Kara me lass?" Cap'n NightLupe asked Kara Lee. "'Tis settlin' o'er Mystery Island. We should be landin' in Coconut Bay this time tomorrow."

     "With all due respect Captain," she said. "You're incorrect. See the redness of the horizon over yonder? Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning."

     "Aye, and ye're a sailor after me own heart, Kara. Now go and alert the crew. We'll soon be in for a storm, the like of which ain't been seen in decades."

     She decided not to ask the Captain how he knew that. After all, he has been a Captain for years. Instead, Kara Lee followed his orders without question. "Crew, hearken to me! A storm is coming! A terrible storm, worse than any of you has ever seen before! Prepare!"

     Pirates scrambled to furl the sails and check the boat for leaks. I was crying in fear. My human, Jessica was trying to comfort me. Arielle the Shoyru was halfway up the crow's nest, alerting the lookout of the danger. Marcus was helping the crew roll up the sails. Sammy was in the sickbeds, getting seasick.

     Yes, a seasick Koi. It's hard to believe.

     The crew spent the whole day preparing for the storm. The wind was starting to pick up and I felt the first drops of rain splatter on the deck. "Get inside! Everyone! I'll take the helm!" The Captain roared. Then, he turned to Kara. "I'm trusting you to keep our guests safe, Kara Lee. And if anythin' happens to me on deck, the Peophin Lily and her crew are yours to command. Don't let me down."

     "Never have before, sir," Kara Lee said dutifully. "Don't plan on starting now."

     Kara took the crew and the guests below decks. I served everyone hot, fresh muffins. The pirates played card games to keep themselves entertained. After the muffins were passed out, I joined them.

     "Do you have any twos?" I asked Flapp the pirate Scorchio.

     "Go fish," he growled.

     Flapp's friend Flubb the Blumaroo asked me, "Do ye have any Queens?"

     Reluctantly, I handed him two Queens from my hand. "Darn."

     Then, I thought of the Captain, alone and cold in the raging thunderstorm. "I'm going to see if the Captain wants a muffin, okay? Flubb, you can play for me," I gestured towards my cards.

     The wind was colder than I thought it would be. It howled like a wounded wolf and tossed about, this way and that way. Rain blinded me to anything more than a couple of feet in front of me. Rain soaked my fur, making it a heavy burden to carry. Thunder rolled oppressively in the background. The occasional streak of lightning lit the scene in front of me.

     A lone black Lupe, operating the helm. Defying the storm casually, like this isn't worse than anything he had ever done before. Like he had seen a thousand storms of this magnitude. Which, I reminded myself, he probably had.

     "Captain NightLupe, sir?" I cautiously approached the Captain and offered him a muffin. Then, something strange happened.

     Another ship loomed through the foggy seas. It was huge! Nearly twice the size of the Peophin Lily. It's sails were blacker than the clouds overhead, nearly as black as the Captain's fur. And it had a traditional skull-and-crossbones pirate's flag flying from the flagpole. With one twist. The skull on the flag had a single gold tooth in its mouth.

     "Cap'n Goldtooth," NightLupe whispered.

     "Ahoy there me old shipmate!" called a Krawk Captain with a gold fang. "Storm's got ye a bit weathered, eh?"

     "Goldtooth, please don't distract me. I'm trying to sail," NightLupe growled.

     "Not so fast, me matey. I got a pretty liddle lass by the name of Penelope. She'd like to talk to ye about one named Carolea you're keepin' hostage on yer boat."

     "Carolea? I never heard of the name. Tell yer Penelope to look elsewhere."

     "Oh, the lass is certain she's on yer boat. She said she'd bet every Neopoint she has."

     "She's losin' an awful lot of Neopoints then."

     Then, a tall, blonde human walked to the edge of Goldtooth's ship. "I want my Carolea back! I don't know what you pirates have done to her, but give her back! Now!"

     "Yer human has a temper, don't she?" Captain NightLupe laughed.

     "A temper and a cannon." Then, the human stepped aside to reveal a shiny black cannon. "Give me my Carolea or the entire Peophin Lily will pay."

     "I can't give what I don't have. But I'd advise ye not to sink a ship with children aboard it." NightLupe held his paws akimbo, so he looked quite fearsome. Yet I could tell that inside, he was despairing. He really didn't know who Carolea was. So now, he'd lose everything for it. Yet he stood, valiant and proud, defending his ship to the last.

     "Very well then." The human Penelope lit the fuse.

     I heard a BOOM! A giant wave. Then, all went black.

To be continued...

Previous Episodes

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part One

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Two

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Four

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Five

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Six

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Seven

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Eight

Deckswabbers and Destinies: Part Nine


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