Bab 2: Chapter 2
TW// Blood, Mention of Death, Description of Violence
Tivon got woken up by a distant sound of a harbour. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he knew that they were about to arrive to Leeside just by looking out of the window.
The city was known for its beautiful purple blossom trees. Leesiders use it's petals for almost everything. From making tea and sweets to using them for making colors. They are also used in medicine, because they are believed to ease headaches.
As the ship landed Tivon put the hood back on and sneaked off, unnoticed by anyone. Just around the corner of the harbour there was a market square. Tivon smiled. He was finally outside kingdom walls and the city's warmth, beautiful white terracotta architecture in contrast with purple blossom trees, welcomed him in its embrace.
The smile on Tivon quickly faded and he fixed his hood so nobody could see his face. Someone may still recognise me here. I'll just buy some food and find a new ship. He continued walking. On the market he bought some dried fruit, some bread and a bottle of dried purple petals.
He headed back to the harbour and looked around to find a ship that would sail far away from here. He spotted a rather big ship with a red flag and a blue cross in the middle of it. The Erast. The city was about seven days of sail away from here. It was outside of Krens and father didn't have any trading deals with it.
He approached the sailsman and asked him. »Excuse me? Is this ship sailing to Erast?«
The sailsman looked down at him. »And who are ya?«
Tivon startled. »I-I'm David.«
The sailsman lowered his posture and yanked Tivons hood off. This is it, they got me. »You aren't from aroun' here, are ya?«
»I can explain-«
»Nothing is free. You'll need to pay me 25 peiges.«
Tivon didn't show it from outside, but the relief he felt was indescribable. He paid 25 peiges and boarded the ship. The sailsmen was kind enough to show him the room where the other sailors slept and the other parts of the ship. Tivon was honored, but still scared that someone might recognise him so for most of the sailing time he was by himself.
Five days passed and there was only two days of sailing left. Excited to be back on land, Tivon actually enjoyed his time one the ship. The crew left him be, but they were still kind to him. Nobody recognised him, morever they didn't even know much about The Kingdom of Naydawin.
Most of his time he spent drawing in his journal and every evening when the crew gathered up for dinner, telling stories of their life, mystical creatures and gods, he would listen to them and drew the creatures from their descriptions.
And just like previous days Tivon was sitting by the ships railing, drawing a seagull who was just flying by. He struggled to keep the pages open and his eye covered, because the wind was getting stronger and stronger by every hour. Unintentionally he heard two crewmates talking to each other.
»The Musha is comin'«
»Ya. You can smell it in the air. And the wind is gettin' stronger.«
»It will be a rough night.«
Tivon was glad that he listened to the crew's stories, because now he knew that they were talking about the witch Musha who brought rain and storms to the seas. Tivon knew that that wasn't the case. He knew that storms and rains were just a natural phenomenon and that the sailors weren't educated on it, so they came up with witches and gods to explain the things happening around them.
He looked up to the horizon. If it's going to rain, I better go inside. Tivon took his journal and put it in the inner pocket of his coat and headed below the deck.
Just as the crew said, Musha came. Waves big as a mountain were crushing into a stem of the ship. Rain was coming down like meteors, lightnings were cracking and lighting up the grey sky and black sea. It was impossible to sleep through it. Tivon could hear every crack in the ship, every time a lightning struck it shook the ship and lighting up the cabin. Sleeping in a net didn't help with the already rocking of the ship.
He wished to get on deck and get some fresh air despite the rain. As he got off the net a big wave wrecked the ship, causing Tivon to crash into a wall. He barely caught himself by the window as another lightning struck lighting up the sky. Tivon thought he saw something at the sea. He straightened up and looked carefully again. As another lightning struck, he saw it. A black ship. Tivons heart stopped.
He heard stories the crew were telling. In all of your sailing life you don't want to come across the black ship. Tivon looked closer to the ship's flag. And if things weren't bad enough the flag was black, a red sparrow with a red rose in his beak, in the middle of it. The Rose Sparrow. Tivon didn't have to hear the sailors' stories about that ship, because he knew it was real. He knew that if your ship gets captured by The Rose Sparrow you won't see the next day. They were the pirates, the enemy, inside and outside of Krens. Tivon heard about them from his father. The kingdom feared them. But there was one particular person who they feared more. The Grímur... The Masked man. He was a ruthless killer, feared everywhere.
Just as Tivon was about to yell to their crew for a warning, a big light followed by a blast came towards the ship, crushing the side of a ship. Everything happened so quickly then. There were crewmates running around the ship, filling up cannons, firing them, picking up pistols and swords, people screaming, medic helping the wounded. There was chaos.
Tivon didn't know what to do. He was frightened, shaking, unable to move. Just before he knew The Rose Sparrows was beside them, pirates jumping down on to their ship. Tivon gathered that much energy just so he could hide himself behind the barrels on the deck. Scared as he was, he helplessly watched the crew get murdered. He covered his mouth, even though he couldn't scream even if he tried.
The captain's door opened and someone was pointing a knife to the captain's neck, leading them out of the cabin. The other pirates brought the rest of the crew in the middle of the deck, pushing them on the ground, pistols and knives still pointing at them. Everything was happening before Tivons eyes.
»Please spare my crew. W-we'll leave you everything we h-have.« stuttered the captain.
»Spear ya crew?« Said one of the pirates with a strong Ritherhithe accent who had a scar on his lip and a big earring on his right ear.
»That's a first that a captain wanted to spare his crew and not save their own ass. What ya say boys!«
A loud agreement rose amongst the pirates.
»Please spare them.« Cried the captain.
The pirate who was holding a knife against his neck, pushed the knife a little closer. »Shhh, I didn't allow ya to speak.«
»Please...«
»Well ya begging suits me. I will spare ya.« he moved his hand and the other pirates started killing the crew. Tivon needed to look away.
»No!« The captain screamed.
When there were no more heartbeats on the floor the captain said. »Y-you... filthy pirates.«
»We've been called worse.« Smiled the guy with an earring, turned away and the other pirate pushed a knife into the captain's neck.
When Tivon heard a big thud, he looked. There was his crew that he got to meet in the past few days, lying lifelessly on the ground, rain washing their blood away. Tivon, you have to move. He thought to himself. At the side of the ship there was still one rescue boat undamaged. Move! He moved his body, he started running towards the boat. Just as he made it to the railings a dagger flew in front of his face just missing his nose and hitting the railing. Tivon froze, looking at the silver dagger with a red ruby in the middle of a crossguard, stuck in the wood right in front of him.
Suddenly he remembered that he is out in the open and when he turned around someone swung a sword right at his neck. Tivon started shaking, he slowly moved his head up. There was a tall, slim person in a dark brown coat, his long black hair braided falling on his left shoulder, wet from the rain. And as the lightning struck, lighting up the figure, Tivons eye pupils narrowed, because he didn't see a face. He saw a mask with red windings on it. Tivons heart stopped. Standing before him was none other than The Masked man.
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