Hello! If you're reading this during July 2013, then I'm busy writing for NaNoWriMo! I'm also busy taking a class over this month, so I will be harder to reach. However, I have written a short story to be published over this month for you to enjoy. You'll find an update on things twice this month. Enjoy!
Backstory: Brecken is sent to Skull Island to fight in the resistance against the invading Armada. She meets Errol and does not want to befriend him. After meeting with Captain Avery, Brecken teaches Errol a few fighting skills and sends him to sleep. Brecken meets with a friend and offers to take the night shift for her.
Backstory: Brecken is sent to Skull Island to fight in the resistance against the invading Armada. She meets Errol and does not want to befriend him. After meeting with Captain Avery, Brecken teaches Errol a few fighting skills and sends him to sleep. Brecken meets with a friend and offers to take the night shift for her.
A cold breeze blew
colder through Jonah Town as the night continued. Brecken approached
a wooden tavern, stepping in. Familiar talk filtered in throughout
the space, and creaking from upstairs in the inn could be heard.
"How many beds
ye got left?" Brecken asked the bartender, keeping her head
down.
"A few. Twenty
thou for one, and -"
"Alright, make
that one..." Brecken sighed, "There room in here?"
"Plenty."
Brecken nodded. She walked back outside where Errol stood. Brecken
rolled her eyes.
"It's not that
bad. Come on, I got you a room." Errol shrugged and sighed,
walking towards the inside. "I got a room for myself, too –
just down the hall," Brecken lied. Errol disappeared into the
inn, and Brecken ordered a drink for herself once he was gone.
"I never
thought I'd see 'em again," a pirate laughed from nearby, "An'
I didn't – took out me eye, they did!" Brecken prodded her own
eyepatch. She turned to face the conversation. A friend of the
dead-eye's turned to her.
"So, captain?
How'd yours go?" Brecken kept her face straight.
"There's a
Marleybonian dog fencer – female, at that – by the name of
Marissa Helmsley. She was out stealin' again, and I was sent during
my Navy duties to fish her out o' the skies.
"In my time,
the Marleybonian air had plenty of clockwork activity. Ships were
docked at the Isle of Fetch and a whole machine had been built near
the Isle o' Dogs. Scary place, you know. Marissa was rumored to be
near the tower by the name o' Beachhead. You would know that
Beachhead, before I destroyed it meself, had been a source of fire of
the Armada. That's right, I took 'er out.
"In the end,
it was Marissa 'n I, fencin' and shoutin' insults at one another."
Brecken took slow sips of Yum, smiling in memory. "She had
dragged her sword across me face, and I took the opportunity of her
smile to take her out with me own sparkshooter." Brecken
unsheathed her pistol, sliding her hand over the side. A small crowd
marveled over her. Brecken turned her hat down and stood up.
"I should be
off," Brecken murmured, "Have a good night, scurvy ones."
Brecken walked out from the tavern and towards the docks, watching
Fiona's ship sway in the oncoming wind. Cannonfire hadn't decreased
with the time. Brecken wondered when the pirates would be too
fatigued to fight against the sleepless clockworks. Being on the
island was a death sentence indeed. A shadow loomed over the island,
and Brecken accepted her instinct to stand. Standing had saved her
life in Valencia, anyways. She gazed up at a hulking Armada-origin
galleon, cruising by on the windlane. It stopped in front of Jonah
Town. Brecken scurried back a few steps, and looked to the town. It
was a peaceful fishing city, not a place for fighters. She spied a
bell on top of a building. Using her peripherals to guide her
barely-mentored shooting skills, Brecken took a shot. The bell chimed
then was destroyed in a loud clang. Brecken winced at the noise, then
at the single clockwork officer that landed on the docks.
"A pirate,"
it cooed, "How appropriate for...first impressions."
Brecken stood her ground, unsheathing a dagger from her belt. "I
am...Presidius Mulitius, fleet commander of --"
"Yeah, yeah,"
Brecken growled, stepping right up to the clockwork, "I'm still
not moving. What makes you think you have access to this port?"
A spark whizzed by Brecken's shoulder. She closed her eyes. Once, she
and her first mate had taken out an entire fleet of clockworks and
came out unscathed. Only two faced her. As Brecken stalled the
clockwork, two turned to ten, to twenty, topping fifty after a
minute. Presidius Militius swiped its axe down, making Brecken leap
to the side.
"See, you are
no thorn in the side of the Armada, pirate," Presidius cooed.
Brecken darted back, aiming a high kick at the clockwork followed by
a gunshot and a swipe of her dagger. The clockwork dropped
immeidately, and others followed its path. After only minutes, a heap
of metal was around Brecken, forming a sort of fort. Something was
above it, though, something with wings. It didn't speak, but a sort of scream was uttered as a battle cry. Brecken yelped and
sprung into a backflip, shooting at the clockwork battle angel and
landing just outside of her fort. However, the clockwork simply strode
forwards in the air, using its sharp rapier to pierce and lift
Brecken by the collar. It flew, carrying the pirate towards the top
of the landing. Brecken struggled, but she couldn't seem to wriggle
free. The cold air nipped at her cheeks as she felt more whoosh under
her. Brecken struggled for a moment, but them hung limp. The Angel
didn't seem to be letting go. Was she just to be there until the
fleets left, or until someone of higher rank could attend to her?
Brecken cringed. She heard metal on metal farther back, and turned
her chin. Something was fighting more of the clockworks – her bell
chime worked. The fight slowly escalated upwards. A smaller pirate,
bloodied up to the point of being tough to recognize, approached the
battle angel. It unsheathed it other dagger, aiming it for the
pirate's neck. In one swift motion, the pirate whacked the angel's
wrist, knocking the sword out. He pushed the angel back, lowering
Brecken to where she could cling to the deck.
"Errol!"
she exclaimed, getting a help up. Errol wiped his face and kicked the
battle angel over the docks. Destiny saw people boarding and fleeing
on their ships. The Armada was just too much.
2) Going to attempt the SGP/Deathbane Maxwell Maze today! I'll be sure to post it in my Sunday updates.
-high fives- Congrats on getting the Rake's Lagoon! I got my Sharpshooter's Citadel recently as well and I love it. XD
ReplyDeleteOh, and that was an awesomesauce chapter of Clockworks on the Island. I'm interested. :D
Good luck with the maze. XD My poor Musketeer couldn't breathe in all the crowd when she was trying to figure out what was going on.
Ciao Des!
Wow, good chapter? AHH, how did you buy the Lagoon! It's twenty bucks or hours of farming! HOW? Me wants.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the maze as well.