Walk the Plank: Part Two
"Take cover!" shouted one of the crew members as water poured
over the side of the ship. Diran quickly grabbed hold of the mast. Looking upward
through the rain, he could see a silhouette of a Krawk up in the crow's nest,
letting down the sails. He dove to the left to avoid being crushed by the massive
Because the storm seemed to be getting worse,
crew members started taking equipment below deck to avoid it being washed away.
Diran excused himself and went to Darkwing's quarters. He was exhausted!
Diran chuckled to himself as he flopped on the
hard bed. He had spent the whole day wearing nothing but what Darkwing had worn
to bed the previous night! As he rolled over, he felt a peculiar bump in the
pillow he was lying on. Diran picked it up to fluff it and discovered a small,
leatherbound book hidden where the pillow had been. In the dim light of his
candle he started to read the first page, which wasn't an easy task. The handwriting
in the book, which appeared to be a journal, was very sloppy and hard to read.
Although the grammar and spelling were also horrible, Diran translated the first
paragraph as saying something like:
"4th day in the month of hunting, year 8. Today
we left from Krawk Island promptly at sunrise. We aren't sure where we will
go, but our plan is to find small inhabited islands and loot them, along with
any other small ships that may come along..."
The entry went on to describe the plans of attack
and the greed for gold that the journal's author had. Diran would have read
further, but the candle was burning low, and he was tired. He rolled over and
blew out the candle, telling himself that he'd read the rest of the journal
A shouted, "Land ho!" woke him the next morning.
He randomly pulled some of the clothes from the pile and threw them on, along
with the hat that was perched on the small table. The clothes certainly made
him feel more like a pirate than he had felt the day before. Up the stairs he
raced to reach the deck. Once on the deck he tried to race to the bow to see
the sighted land. Unfortunately, the deck was still soaked from the night before
and he nearly went sliding.
Even from out at sea, Diran could tell that
a shipping community resided on the island. Several cheap-looking ships sat
in its harbor, and pets scurried between the island's many shops. Diran could
hear Darkwing thinking. Darkwing was fascinated by the huge bank on the shore.
Already he was plotting:
1. Dock ship.
2. Go into bank.
3. Grab dubloons and neopoints.
5. Board ship and leave quickly.
Would Darkwing force his body to go through
with those plans? Diran couldn't imagine himself robbing a bank. As the ship
neared the shore, he became more sure that the plans would be carried out.
As soon as the ship docked, Darkwing was stalking
off the ship. He went straight for the bank, ignoring Diran's resistance to
do so. Diran kept fighting as the captain entered into the bank. Darkwing ran
to the counter and jumped over it, providing a surprise to the teller standing
there. Under the counter were several bags of dubloons, which Darkwing grabbed.
He then tried to make a run for it, but a guard blocked his exit.
Darkwing drew his sword. "If ye not be wantin'
to feel my wrath, I suggest ye step out o' the way." The guard didn't budge.
Darkwing pressed the tip of the sword against the chin of the guard. "Are ye
changing yer mind yet?" The guard gulped loudly but still didn't move. Darkwing
was starting to think that he'd have to do things the hard way! Suddenly, a
brick was heaved through one of the bank's front windows, and the guard was
distracted. Darkwing shoved him out of the way and bolted out the door. Several
pets chased him down the beach, but they gave up as the Scorchio made it back
onto his ship. Crew members scrambled back on after him.
"Chalk up another victory for the captain o'
the S.S. Gold Dubloon!" shouted Bluescale.
"Aye," agreed Darkwing. "Who threw that brick
through the window?"
"That be me, Cap'n," said a crew member, stepping
"Arr, always good to see a loyal crew member,"
said the captain, nodding. Immediately he disregarded the recent looting. "Now,
on to the next island." The crew members scattered and went back to work. Darkwing
cradled his stolen bags of dubloons and went back down the stairs. He headed
into a room that Diran hadn't seen on his exploration of the ship.
Diran gasped as he entered the room. The floor
was covered with golden dubloons! Stacked against the walls were bars of solid
gold, and bags of neopoints were piled in the corners of the room. There had
to be millions of neopoints stored in this single room! Darkwing gently laid
the bags of dubloons on the floor and sighed in bliss. What a great life a pirate's
Darkwing went down to the galley and knocked
on the doorframe. "Longtail!"
"Get me some grog," Darkwing said. Longtail
passed a frothy mug of grape grog down the counter.
"Doing some celebrating, Cap'n?"
"Aye. Just had a great looting!" Darkwing exclaimed,
taking a long swig of the brew. Longtail grabbed a mug of his own, and they
toasted. "To future lootings!"
As Diran lay in bed that night, he reflected
on the day. Well, on one hand, he had started to get the hang of more convincing
pirate behavior. On the other hand, Darkwing had stolen from a bank. Even though
it hadn't been his own action, Diran still felt responsible for the bags of
stolen dubloons that were in the room down the hall. He had to find a way to
prevent Darkwing from doing his evil deeds if he ever tried to do something
Diran was about to fall asleep when he remembered
the journal beneath his pillow. Lazily he reached under the pillow and pulled
out the small book. Most of what was written in the book was ship logs and therefore
not very interesting. One thing he did find interesting, however, was a paragraph
in one of the later entries.
"Today at me evenin' meal, me drink tasted
slightly odd. I be thinkin' I drank that potion of that weird sorceress sittin'
beside me. After the meal, I started feelin' very seasick, so I forced the sorceress
to row off in a spare rowboat. Arr, I be hopin' nothing else happens as a side
A strange potion? Could this have anything to
do with Diran showing up in Darkwing's body? He pondered the idea for a while
but fell asleep quickly, still feeling guilty about the earlier robbery.
Darkwing woke slowly the next morning. The ship
was quiet-almost too quiet. Then, the noise of cannon shots rang through the
air. Not caring much about looking very pirate-like, Diran jumped out of the
lumpy bed and raced to the deck. Out on the deck everything was chaotic. Members
of his own crew were scattered around the deck, engaged in grueling one-on-one
sword fights. As he stood and gaped at the ongoing scene, a pair of opponents
scuffled past him, nearly knocking him over in the process.
"Captain!" yelled Bluescale, looking over his
shoulder as he blocked his opponent's hits. "We're under attack!"
"Well, I can see that," mumbled Darkwing. He
rolled his eyes. Out of nowhere, he saw the blade of an enemy's sword glint
in the bright sunlight, and he ducked right in time. The sword sliced the air
where his head had been a split second ago. Darkwing growled and drew his sword,
blocking another of the enemy Pteri's hits. The swords clashed and clanged,
each blocking the other's hits. Darkwing wasn't sure how it happened, but the
next time he took his eyes off the Pteri, they were up in the crow's nest! All
of the crew members from both ships stared up at them in awe. Their own fights
had momentarily been forgotten, and each held their swords loosely at their
sides. When one of the enemy's crew members was distracted, he was pushed overboard.
The member sputtered as he resurfaced, quickly thrashing to get back to the
rowboat of his ship.
The Pteri snarled and dove forward. His sword
stuck into the wood of the mast, and he yanked at it desperately. Darkwing swung
his sword in the pet's direction, but the Pteri yanked the sword free and ducked.
He moved to swing yet again, but the force of the swing made the sword fly straight
out of his hands and tumble to the deck. The Pteri cornered him against the
mast. Darkwing was trapped without a weapon!
To be continued...