Chapter 6: Demands of a Pirate

"For the last time!" said Trent as he sat slouched in a wooden chair. "I am not going with you to defeat the leviathan. As you can tell, I lost my only guide to where I want to be."

The room where he sat was the captain's headquarters on Captain Abel's ship. Abel placed the floor and glared at Trent. Trent returned his look with a scowl of disgust.

"Ye is my crew for now. Thar be nowhere to go ye yellow bastard," Abel responded.

"Yes, you think I am your crew because you have found me and that moron that was just taken. Despite the fact that you don't have a crew!" Trent shouted in anger.

"Why, ye selfish bastard!" Abel said slamming his fists down on the desk.

The walls seemed to shake as he did so.

"Selfish? Me? You are the one that plans on taking us from where we need to be, which is the foreign shore," Trent said.

"Yer friend is long gone, mate. No one who has been taken by the black demon was ever heard from again," Abel said.

" I don't care about Owen. I just need to get to the shore," Trent said folding his arms.

Abel looked at Trent in disgust.

"Abandoned a comrade like that? How cold," Abel said. "But, I offer still stands. Defeat the leviathan and I let you go where ever you need, or I leave ye on yer little sailboat and we can see how these waves do to yer lil nothin boat."

Trent looked to the side, thinking for a minute.

"You will take me to the foreign shore?" Trent asked.

"Ay," Abel said.

Trent stood up and left the cabin and walked on the deck. It swayed like a dance across the calm water, the breeze in his hair as he looked out. Following Trent was Abel. Approaching him from behind and stopped just inches away.

"If ye accept, then we would need a crew. A mighty crew, mightier than any crew you would ever see," Abel said.

"But where would we find a crew?" Trent said.

"My boy...," Abel said before getting interrupted.

"No! One that can defeat that thing," Trent said turning to face Abel.

"Many a man have tried and failed...," Abel said.

"What makes you think I can defeat the leviathan?" Trent asked.

"Not you...that dark one...,"

"The dark one?"

"Lucifer, himself,"

"What are you saying?"

"The original creator of darkness,"

"Do you understand what you are saying? You are a leaf blade. That's crazy. There is no such thing as creators,"

Abel then reached into his pocket and held out a stone that glowed green. He held it out and let it drop on his ship and shatter into pieces.

"I ain't no leaf blade, mate," Abel said summoning his white, transparent blade. A grin grew across his face eerily as Trent backed away in utter surprise.

"Ye leaf blades are so gullible," Abel said.

Trent drew his blade. Abel slashed at him as Trent jumped back to evade it. It sliced the wood of the floorboards. Trent disappeared in the blink of an eye. Abel was amazed. He glanced around his ship but nothing. Knowing that Trent clearly had the upper hand in this fight, Abel thought quickly.

"Legendary Zen," Abel chanted as his sword glowed white. The glow consumed his weapon. The glow reached up to his arm and when it subsided, there were white, transparent spikes growing out from his arm.

"Come at me, ye yellow bastard!" Abel shouted.

Out of nowhere, Trent slashed at Abel. Abel quickly dodged and threw his arm out. Spikes came from out of Abel's arm and directly at Trent. Trent tried to move out of the way, but some of the spikes hit part of his shoulder and he fell to the wooden floor. Trent screamed out in pain; for, where the spikes skewered him, the wounds stung more than anything he could ever imagine.

"Ye like that? Poison, as well as a tranquilizer and a hallucinogen. Good night, boy. Ye gonna need the rest for tomorrow," Abel said.

Trent drifted as he tried picking himself up, but he just collapsed on the deck. He could not move a single muscle. He laid there lifeless as he drifted off.

Everything went black.