I stretched my arms as I awaited the ship to come closer. It had been a couple of days since the last slaughter that we had. I was excited and confident, after all the training that I had put myself through these past couple months I knew there was nothing on that ship that I couldn’t handle.
As it drew closer it started to fire at us with cannon balls, all of which were instantly deflected and sent right back at them thanks to our captain.
As much as I hated that guys right now because of what he’d done, there was no denying that his ability was handy.
The other crew borded us first, with their swords and axes raised, ready to take blood. With a throwing knife in each hand I was going to take as many as I could.
“Mykitty has finished making the sandwiches!” I heard Mykhayla shout as she threw the door open, smacking the pirate who was reaching for the door in the face causing him to fall backwards, “Lunch is ready!”
“Give us ten minutes, Mykhayla.” I called to her, “We’re a little busy at the moment.”
“Okay!” She yelled at me and turned, narrowly missing the knife that was thrown at her head. The pirate who she had hit with the door was now back up on his feet and reaching for the door, but it was closed to fast and his fingers were pinched in between the door and the frame. He let out a girlish yelp.
“Mykhayla!” I called to the blonde again.
The door was thrown open again, hitting the pirate in the face again. But his fingers were freed from their torture.
“Make sure you lock the door behind you!” I warned.
“Mykitty will!” She called to me and closed the door again. The poor pirate didn’t have time to recover and take his fingers out of the doorway, they were jammed between the frame and the door again.
He let out a wail of pain as I stalked forward.
“Don’t worry.” I told him as I approached, “I’ll help you get those out.”
He looked relieved for a second before he felt the sharp pain of my knife cut through each of his fingers, leaving them all embedded in the small space.
He cried out in pain and terror again as he realized who I was. I saw the look of horror over take him as I slit his throat.
He fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. I was satisfied with my kill, and looking over it seemed like most of the other pirates were dealt with. I thought this was great because all of my scabbards in my holster were empty.
Just as I thought that I felt a large, strange presence behind me. I barely had enough time to move before a large black and white scythe blade came crashing down on the spot I had been standing. I followed the long white handle down towards the pirate using it. He was a huge, ten foot tall half giant. He sported large, muscular arms and a pot belly. His face was covered in scars and a gruff, black beard and bushy eyes brows that mostly covered his black eyes.
He smirked at me, revealing black and yellow teeth.
“Now you die.” He snarled.
Without thinking I ducked low and ran towards him. Closest to the body is where a person like this would be vulnerable. I elbowed his knee and brought him down to my level more, I then sent a kick towards his side which made him drop his huge scythe. I then sent a heavy punch to the back of his neck, hoping to break it. It unfortunately wound up hurting my hand more than it hurt him.
He turned around fast and punched me in the side sending me flying a bit. I knew that if I was going to kill this guy I had to make him bleed. And with no blade I didn’t have many options. All of the crew was on the other ship looting it. And I couldn’t call Mykhayla and put her in danger either. I was alone.
I looked around me quickly, assessing my options and what was around as the mountain of a man got up to finish me off. The closest thing to me was that scythe of his. It was huge and probably heavy. But it was my life or his.
As he took one giant step towards me I reached with my left hand and gripped the handle of the scythe and pulled it towards me. I gripped it with both hands and swung at the giant with all my might. He had seen what I was doing and took a step back, narrowly avoiding my swing. But he couldn’t avoid it all, a large gash appeared on his chest and blood spurted out of it.
I hurried to my feet, scythe still in my hand. It wasn’t as heavy as I thought I would have been. I spun the scythe over my head a couple of times as I advanced towards the pirate to build up momentum. I then brought the scythe down at an angle, it took his head off in one clean blow.
I looked over the scythe in my hands, this was a great weapon. The handle was about three meters long and very thick, and the blade was about two meters long a couple of inches at its thickest point and carefully narrowed out.
It was an amazing weapon. I allowed myself to think, but it was far too large for me to be able to wield properly, but I liked it. Maybe I could even convince Kidd to alter it for me.
“What the hell do you have?!” Kidd demanded as he, along with the rest of the crew came back over.
“A scythe.” I said calmly.
“I can see that.” He snarled, “Where the hell did you get it?”
“Him.” I pointed to the now headless giant, “And I like it, so I want to keep it.”
“Torri that thing is like three times the size it should be for you.” Killer tried to reason.
“I know.” I told him, “That’s why I was hoping captain would be able to alter it for me.”
Kidd came closer to me to inspect the scythe that I had. He reached out to grab it to get a real good look at it, but he stopped a couple of inches from its surface.
“I can’t do anything with that.” He said and retracted his hand.
“Why not?” I asked him.
“That is made entirely out of sea prism stone.” He said and moved past me, “It’s best you let that thing fall into the ocean.”
I spun the scythe over my head again with ease and brought it down close to my captain, who almost didn’t dodge it.
“I’m keeping it.” I snarled at the red head, “And you can’t stop me.”
Kidd growled in annoyance, “Don’t touch me with that thing.”
“Alright.” I agreed and smiled, sometimes he was too easy.
“So are you seriously going to wield that thing even though its way too big?” Heat asked as we sat down for lunch.
“If I have to.” I told him, “It’s too good a weapon to pass up.”
“What ever happened to your throwing knives?” Kidd growed in between bites.
“I used them all up in the fight before that half giant made his way to me.” I told him, “I used the scythe to kill him.”
“You can barely use it properly.” Kidd pointed out.
“But I can use it good enough.” I told him, “Besides, I’m sure we’ll eventually get to an island where there’s a black smith who can fix that for me.”
“You’re going to need a special blacksmith to fix that.” Killer told me, “Not everyone is going to be skilled enough for that.”
“Great,” I moaned, “Where am I going to find that?”
“Mykitty knows! Mykitty knows!” Mykhayla said as she jumped out of the kitchen, “Ask Mykitty!”
“Okay,” I sighed, “Mykhayla, do you know where an island is that has a blacksmith skilled enough to alter my scythe?”
“Mykitty knows blacksmith, Elies lives on Blackboulder island!” She told me.
“When did you meet a blacksmith?” I asked her.
“Mykitty knows many people!” She told me with a smile before thrusting her wrist out to show me, “And Mykitty got a cute bracelet from him. Oh, did Mykitty tell you about the philosopher she met?”
“Yes.” I told her dryly, “Four times. Where is Blackboulder island?”
“A few hours away,” The navigator said looking over a map, “If I’m right. Of course that’ll blow us off our course right now.”
“No.” Kidd growled.
“As long as we’re gone before the post sets we’re fine.” I told him.
“Mykitty wants to see Elies again!” Mykhayla cried.
“Fine!” Kidd snapped, “But only until before the log sets, then we’re leaving you behind!”
“Fine by me.” I smirked.
“Yay!” Mykhayla cried as she jumped for joy.
“Mykitty says we should go down this way!” Mykhayla said pointing down a smaller side street off the main road we were on, “It has amazing doughnuts. Mykitty would suggest the jelly, but be careful of the dip in the road.”
“Mykhayla.” I call out to her, rubbing my temple, “We already lost Kidd to the countless kinds and types and shapes of metal both raw and refined, I would really just like to get to Elies’ and soon!”
“Mykitty will get you there as promised,” She told me, “But!”
“Here it comes.” I muttered under my breath.
“Mykitty needs to go see someone first!”
“And whom, preytell, might that be?” I asked her.
“Mykitty has to pay back a debt.” She said solemnly.
“Who do you owe? And what do you owe?” I asked in disbelief.
“Mykitty owes Craig two cookies.” She said with a sigh, “Mykitty lost a bet to a six year old.”
“When were you on this island to have gained all this knowledge and know all these people?” Killer inquired.
“Mykitty has many secrets.” Mykhayla said in a low voice while moving her arms around in a ‘mystical’ way, “Mykitty keeps in contact with people!” She said pulled out a bundle of letters.
“Where did you get-
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to Killer.” I warned the other blonde, “Something are better left unknown.”
I sighed and turned my attention back to the girl, “So what are we supposed to do in the mean time?”
“Mykitty will be quick.” She said to us, eyes bright, “Mykitty also suggest meeting Craig. He’s a smart cookie. Or you can check out the weapon smith to your right.”
“Go pay off your debt.” I snapped, “And if you’re longer than ten minutes you aren’t getting dinner.”
“Mykitty is on the way!” She yelled and took off in a random direction to see this Craig person, or child, thing.
I sighed and turned to Killer.
“At least it’s quiet for right now.” He said.
“For now.” I echoed, “Let’s go check out that smithy.”
I followed Killer and adjusted the scythe resting on my shoulder as we walked, it wasn’t heavy, it was just awkward.
We waited about seven minutes and then Mykhayla came running up to us.
“Alright, let’s go!” She sang, “Be careful of the pit fall on the path to there.”
“Why is there-
“Killer.” I warned, “Do you want the answer?”
“Good point.”
We followed the blonde along the cobblestone path leading towards a dense forest. Along the way we passed by many smithies, I looked at each one and thought that they were going to Elies.
Eventually we found ourselves walking along a hard packed gravel path, leaving most of the town behind. There were a few smithies here that I thought would have been Elies. But I was soon proven wrong as we made our way into the thick pine forest.
The ground was covered in ferns, pine saplings, and little yellow flowers. The path that we walked soon turned from gravel to dirt and we started up a steeper incline heading into the mountain.
Thinking it over, this was probably the best place for a blacksmith to step up shop, right next to the mine. That way they always had a good supply of metal and coal, and all the wood they need to be able to keep it going.
Eventually we came to a small clearing and in was a small house attached to a smithy. This shop was larger than the ones that were in town, it seemed like Elies had all the room they needed here to make any and everything they want.
Mykhayla started up towards the front door before turning instantly just before the door and heading towards the smithy. We almost toppled over her by running into her back because of how suddenly she stopped.
After a half second of regaining ourselves we followed after her fast.
“Elies!” Mykhayla called out in a sing song voice, “I’m home!”
“She broke her-
“Yes.” I cut Killer off, “Yes she did, Kidd’s not here for her to annoy anymore.”
Out of the back of the shop, who I assumed was Elies came out.
He was basically a walking toothpick, but with a small amount of defined muscle. A mop of dark, brown hair sat atop his head almost obscuring a pair of goggles he was wearing. He was adorned in a dark blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, dark brown pants, black boots, leather chaps over his pants, a leather apron over his shirt and thick leather gloves.
“Mykhayla!” He exclaimed and strided forward towards the blonde to give her a hug, which she quickly returned, “What brings you here?” He asked as they pulled away.
“Mykitty needs to ask a huge favor for a friend.” She said sheepishly.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Mykitty’s friend Torri, found this really cool weapon that she’d like to utilise for herself, but it’s awkward.” She told him.
“Are you Torri?” He asked as he turned to Killer and me.
I nodded, “This is the weapon I found.” I told him, holding the weapon out to him.
He took it from me and gave it a good hard look over.
“It’s a little big for me.” I told him.
“A little?” He asked with a scoff, “How tall are you?”
“5’10”.” I told him and crossed my arms.
“This scythe it a little more than twice the size it should be for you.” He told me.
“Can you reform it so it will work for me?” I asked him.
“Ordinarily, I would say you’re better off starting from scratch.” He told me, “Or picking out a different weapon. But seeing as how you’re Mykhayla’s friend, come back in three days. I’ll have it ready for you.”
I smiled at him, “Thank you.”
“No problem.” He told me and returned my smile.
