CHAPTER 3 : SWORD FIGHT

I left for my quarters as the discussion was over. And as I slept, I heard a commotion. Sounded like a blood spatter of 2, maybe.

I quickly put on my black trousers and father's shirt with my red coat. I put a green-covered bible in the chest pocket and a yellow hardcover book in my bum undergarment and tighten it up so that it won't slip. I grab my sword and rope throw knife. And head to where the commotion was coming from.

I was right, the 6 was trying to slaughter 12 within their tied-up hammocks.

I throw my knife and slit 3 throats. Then I was in a dual sword fight with two more and Pob was wrestling right of me with the other one.

The rest of the men sat in their hammocks, somewhat drugged. 52 so drugged the slime was leaking out of their noses and mouths.

I wondered what they did to the others in bottom deck. Pob said as if he knew my thought that he found Henry dead in his nest and came up when he heard the commotion.

We fought for about 3 hours. They slotted my yellow book about 5 times out of 30 attempts at my buttocks. And, out of 64 attempts the one guy hit his sword 5 times on my green bible, spot on. My body was cut by now about 14 times with 3 deep slit wounds.

Pob slit the 5th guys throat from behind as I dove with my sword through the 4th guy's back.

Then we cornered the 6th one together who held the poison drug bottle ready to drug again. He threw the stuff on me and Pob's head, and we were drugged within 4 seconds. he drugged himself in the process, also, though.

The next thing I see is tall Raelph standing like a ghost with his sword through the 6th one's Adam's apple. Down he goes in moans.

We sat ill green, pale, and confused for about 12 hours with the rest checking up on us and Raelph holding fort for 4 hours until he passed out with his face against the wall, rolling down as a man standing.

I then left to my captain cabin and got dressed in my black leather coat, but what I actually did, which I guess many did as they were all cut in their hammocks. We dressed our wounds and half of our medic supply was finished that evening.

I went back and saw what was going on and Pob suggested we toss'em overboard. Which is what we did. Raelph agreed, only to lower down again with saliva leaking out of his mouth.

Then we went and checked up on the bottom, and 5 of those were cold dead. After a while, 60 more died.

It was a very strong poison. We suspected he must have found something during the food fight day and bottled it or else kept it from before.

We sacrificed 2 row boats for a funeral the next morning. And we checked our ship for any boobietraps or sabotages and found 46.

We then childproofed the ship, so to speak and stocked up for any such type sword fights. We felt frustrated that half the medic kit was wasted on our now dead crew mates.

We had problems. As our chef was also dead.

After some debate. There were 58 left for the ship. From 218 total. 89 of the men sat on the sails. They said that when we killed the 6th man, we killed their captain.

The odds were against us. 58 vs 89.

It started raining. As the rain dropped its first few droplets, a fight-for-life brawl commenced.

Survival was the aim of the game, and the last man standing was the Master Commandeer.

I was running on the border, hitting 43 swords, front-flipping over 5 back onto the deck slicing the ankles of 9. We fought for 15 hours.

At last only 4 survived. Best of all, it was myself, Smeathe, Pob, and Raelph.

We tossed the dead crew mates overboard, all four carrying a body together. It took us 23 hours.

We had Maroontov, not just a name but also the colour of our deck.

We spent 6 days scrubbing the deck just us four cleaning what used to be cleaned within 14 hours.

Then Raelph and I tied ropes as crew replacements and Pob handled the steering on behalf of 7 crew via the Ropes for sailing. Smeathe just sat and cried. He lost his right eye.

After a while Pob takes out Smeathe's eyeball from his pocket and gives it to Raelph who was managing ropes for the rudder to give to Smeathe. Our ship was 60% damaged. But as a ship, still a 100%.

After some inspection, Smeathe asked Raelph where he got Smeathe's eyeball from which Smeathe put back in the socket. Raelph says from Pob. "Where did Pob get it?" asked Smeathe as he stood up. Raelph backs up and says coldly, "From his pocket." Smeathe cries out and stabs Pob in the lung. Pob dies within four 4seconds, already too injured to recover from such a deep stab.

Quickly, Smeathe changes his tone of voice and apologises to Raelph and me and says that Pob had it coming for swinging his sword at Smeathe during the brawl when we were all supposed to have been the 53 for the ship on deck.

I said nothing, too injured to argue, and Smeathe just sighed and cried softly by the border and steps, rubbing the broken ship parts as he went.

Raelph starts picking up 4 things that look like it could have been eyeballs and starts mocking Smeathe by asking if it's mine, Butezda's.

I then said to Raelph coldly and sternly "Don't joke like that, damn it Smeathe lost his eyeball." Raelph replied coldly, "I know," with a sarcastic smile and his hand on his sword handle, flickering his fingers as he approached me.

Next thing I know, Smeathe smack's him with a green glass bottle on the neck and shoulder.

Then it was Smeathe and I fighting Raelph.

We fought for 2 hours and 40-something minutes before everyone gave up, exhausted.

We sat for 7 minutes, when Raelph started again by saying to Smeathe, "So you lost your eyeball. Ay, I hope it's not your good eye to look up a lady's skirt" and laughed rudely.

Smeathe looks over at him, legs out and eye twitching. And takes his throw metal piece and slices Raelph's neck. Raelph dies, suffocated via neck.

For the first time in what felt like forever. The ship was peaceful again.