Ennui. IV

Lorraine, Evermore, Warren, and Jacob arrived at the capital in the state-given cart. The journey was nothing but smooth-sailing however, as a huge group of pirates had just docked off nearby their trail.

Pirates were nothing if greedy, ruthless, and unforgiving. Eyes that follow anything worth precious gold doubloons were acquired through cruel years of looting; Captain Goldilocks spotted the cart from a mile away.

"Oy, lads! Me might see a cart worth' ya whole lives sum mile 'way! Pirates don't only loot the mighty seas! Zehahaha!" With a cutlass raised to the sky, his men charged forward in the direction he pointed at.

They came across little problems; if they did, nothing a little cut with their blades couldn't fix. Cruel looking men holding blades in the sky, blood splattered on some, screaming at the top of their lungs and with eyes full of vigor (and greed), their attention was caught by the man manning the cart.

"Tch. Don't they know carts are always protected by the state? Oh? Pirates? Go figure." Upon closer inspection, he saw that they were pirates. Evident by their jolly rogers tatted visibly on their bodies. A skull with crosses on both eyes.

"Zehahaha! A true state owned cart. Now man, hand over the cart and die! Zehahaha!" Captain Goldilocks ordered. His men put on their most menacing faces they could. Snarling, some drooling and howling. They did all they could to scare the occupants, and scare they did.

"Lorraine, what do we do?" Evermore asked.

"What do we do? We fight them o'course! Right Warren?" Jacob replied even though he wasn't asked.

"I agree with Jacob, we are magicians!"

"That aren't trained! What spells do you know?" Lorraine shot back.

The man manning the cart overheard the conversation in the back, and was musing with himself.

'Silly kids. Bet they don't even know about the state owned cart.'

"Well… I would come up with my own!" Jacob pushed past Lorraine and Evermore and uttered a spell he was sure existed. "Fireball!"

Seemingly, for a second, the heat seemed to have rose. It was tickling on their little hairs on their skin and for a moment, everyone believed that Jacob, the untrained magician had conjured a fire ball.

Just then, they did see fire. Its sweltering heat could be felt as it came closer and closer to the cart.

"I did it! I did it!" Jacob celebrated ceremoniously.

Flames of epic proportions touched the ground and immediately, the pirates who sailed the seven seas had fallen victim to the flames and fell to their deaths. One by one, they flopped over like trees being cut down. Stiff, and dark in shade. Unliving as well.

In Jacob's heart, he was eerily undisturbed by the piles of burnt corpses surrounding him. What mattered to him was the cause of their deaths. Unknowingly, a gate inside him that was soon to unleash his wildest desires.

But he saw a man descending to the ground, dressed in fancy garbs. Donned in green and white, the kingdom's colors. Once his feet touched the earth, he glared right into Jacob's eyes; the desire now replaced with fear.

"Not even in the capital and ya think you're a big shot, huh? Lemme tell you something, you're not, nitwit!" the man spat.

Jacob's previous unfound confidence was now shattered into a million pieces. Each piece covered in embarrassment.

The man went from the back to the front and met up with the driver.

"Egoistic bunches in the back."

"All magicians are, Yeowl. Especially you."

Yeowl rolled his eyes at the insult.

Inspecting the bodies, he called out to the driver.

"Hey, ever heard of the K'ero Pirates? Nasty bunches. We won't see them anymore though."