Ok guys, I'm back, and just as I promised, I worked on my story, and I finished two chapters. Mates, this is the climax of the story. Get ready to have your breath taken away! Enjoy my friends, the epic climax of Shadows Rising!
Chapter 32: The Broadsides Fire
The cannonballs slammed into The Harkaway, but didn’t do much more than dent the ship. Davy didn’t expect them to. He knew The Harkaway was too strong to have her hull ripped to shreds by just a few broadsides. It would be a very long battle. This is one of the reasons that Davy wanted to board the enemy. It be faster if he got on board, defeated Jolly Roger, and got off. That would be assuming he was able to defeat him. Jolly was powerful. As strong as Davy was, he still wasn’t sure if he could beat the mighty leader of the undead army.
“HIT THE DECK!!!” Davy heard a man yell. Davy immediately jumped down as a spectral cannonball flew above him, slamming into the wall behind him. As the mystical cannonball flew over him, Davy could have sworn that he heard the sound of tortured souls, crying out for help, to free them from their prison. Davy shuddered, and then got back up. Sam ran up to him.
“Davy!” Sam said. “The enemy’s first broadside hit us! Almost every shot made its mark!”
“Damage report?” Davy asked.
“The hull of the Shadow King is too powerful to rip from just one broadside,” Sam said. “Minor damage for now. For the most part, our hull didn’t break, just a few dents.”
“That’s good to hear!!!” Davy yelled through a clap of thunder.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Luckie said, running up the stairs as fast as she could without slipping on the soaked wood. “Eventually the hull will break, and when that happens, well, things may get ugly. Uglier than they are right now.”
Davy nodded. “You’re right. Sam, take the wheel. Luckie, come with me. I want to go below decks and check on our broadsiders.”
Davy walked down the stairs of the ship, Luckie following, through the pouring rain, listening to the firing of cannons, the cries of pain from his crew, the sound of wood cracking. Then, the next thing he knew, he was flying through the air, and had landed flat on his back, the air knocked out of him.
Davy groaned, and tried to sit up. As soon as he did, he regretted it. His back was hurt from the fall, and he was dizzy. He fell back, eyes closed. He heard the sound of people running towards him. He opened his eyes, and saw Meg helping him up. He dizzily sat up, and shook his head.
“Ugh…” Davy groaned. “What happened?”
“A cannonball landed right by your feet,” Meg said, looking at Davy in concern. “You and Luckie went flying. You landed pretty hard from the looks of it. Are you all right?”
Davy nodded, “I think so… although my back is badly bruised.”
“Here, let me have a look at—”
“No!” Davy said. “Help the others first. I’ll be fine.”
“Davy, are you sure?”
“Positive. Now go!”
Meg obeyed. Davy got up slowly, wincing as his back screamed out in pain.
“Damn it,” Davy cursed. He made sure that all of him was intact, and that he still had his sword. He had long gotten rid of his staff. It was inconvenient to carry. Before they had spotted the fleet, he had put some spells on his cutlass so that it could channel his voodoo powers. Davy leaned against a nearby mast, regaining a bit of strength. He took a deep breath, and looked at the battle so far.
Davy smiled slightly. The hull panels on The Harkaway had begun to break, so soon the interior would be revealed, giving the Shadow King a huge advantage. They would be able to fire straight into the enemy, hopefully allowing them to hit the stash of gunpowder, which would annihilate The Harkaway, and Jolly Roger as well. Davy then peered onto The Harkaway herself. He could make out the form of Jolly Roger barking orders to his undead minions.
It won’t be very long before I will have to fight him, Davy thought nervously. Once and for all…
Davy tried not to think about it, but he knew that his fight with Jolly Roger was unavoidable, unless he wanted all his hard work to go to waste. He examined the area of his ship. The rain was falling harder than ever, and the cannons continued to fire. Davy felt the hair on his body prickle, and instinctively he rolled to the side, back screaming in agony.
Davy saw a flash of light, followed almost instantly by a massive bang, and a snapping sound. He looked up at the mast, wincing in pain from his back. A bolt of lightning from the storm had hit one of the Shadow King’s masts, the one that Davy had been leaning against. The mast had been completely fried from it. If Davy hadn’t moved, he wouldn’t be much different.
Davy remembered the job at hand, and ran down the stairs, biting his tongue from the pain in his back, and ended up next to his broadsiders. He could see that things were not going as well as he expected. Even though
The Harkaway’s hull was starting to break, the Shadow King’s had already broken. There was a large hole in the hull, just over one square meter in size.
“Davy!” Matt said, running up to him.
“Report?” Davy asked.
“Not sure what exactly to say,” Matt said carefully. “Our ships are pretty evenly matched. They have a slight upper hand, but not by too much. I’m guessing after one more full broadside we can make a small hole in her hull. Davy, broadsides won’t determine this battle. What will determine the battle is how well you and the boarding party fare.”
Davy nodded, “I see. I want to wait a little longer for the boarding though. I want to wait until we have done some more damage to the ship. Chances are that will take out some of the boneheads on board as well, giving us an easier job.”
“Understood,” Matt said. Then his eyes widened. “GET DOWN!”
Davy immediately hit the deck, as two fury cannonballs flew towards them. One of them smashed into the hull, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere. The other flew inside of the hull, slamming into one of the back walls, and killing a man.
Davy and Matt stood up and examined the area quickly. Most of the crew in the area had survived the shots, except for the one near the back of the room and one other man, who had been stuck through the gut with a massive piece of wood. Davy ran to the man who was lying on the floor, motionless. He kneeled down beside him, checking his vital signs. It was too late. He was already dead.
He Davy shut his eyes tightly, holding back tears. What was the point of fighting if so many would die? He felt Matt put his hand on his shoulder.
“Davy,” Matt said softly, but load enough to be heard over the cannon fire and thunder. “People die in battles. It is inevitable. But we are fighting for a cause. For freedom. I know it’s hard on you, but you must accept it.”
“Aye,” Davy said. “I know.”
“Sir!” a man said to Matt. “Continue to fire at will?”
Matt looked away from Davy to respond. “No, fire at my command.”
“Wait,” Davy said, holding up his hand. “We won’t win with normal ammo.”
Davy walked towards the barrels of cannonballs, and held out his sword towards them. The sword glowed blue, and a light blue mist spread over the barrels, seeping into them, to get to the cannonballs. The glow stopped, and Davy sheathed his sword.
“What did you just do?” Matt asked.
“I amplified their power,” Davy said. “It may make me a bit weaker, but it is a sacrifice worth making. Now they are going to do much more damage to The Harkaway’s hull. Once you blow some more holes in that ship, I’ll order boarding.”
“Aye, aye Captain!” Matt said. “Alright mates! Fire!”
The cannons fired, flying into The Harkaway. One of them must have gotten a lucky shot, because rotten hull panels flew off of The Harkaway. Davy could see skeletons that were below decks firing broadsides fly everywhere.
“Nice shot!” Davy complemented. “Keep up the good work. I’m heading back up. I should get ready to board. It’s time that I fight Jolly Roger for the last time… and Billy as well…”
Matt gave Davy a look of sympathy. He knew it was hard for Davy, even though he tried to deny it. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he met up with Billy, but he hoped that he would be able to defeat him. Then Matt said, “Very well. Davy, I wish you the best of luck in fighting Jolly. You can defeat him. I have faith in you. If I don’t see you again, well, know that it has been more than an honor to serve under you.”
Davy couldn’t help but let a tear slide down his face. He nodded, and walked up the stairs. Instantly he was greeted by torrents of rain and the sound of thunder. The battle was not going well. Many of the railings that separated the decks had been destroyed. The deck was littered with holes from cannonball impact. Some were small, but there were several ones that were dangerously large. The sails of the Shadow King were covered with holes varying in size, and the upper part of one of the other masts had been hit with a chain shot, splintering the section of the mast, leaving it dangling to the side. Davy looked at The Harkaway, in the hope that it would be in worse shape. He was wrong.
The ship hadn’t taken any significant damage. Other than the one hole that had opened in it, there was almost no other damage. The masts were almost perfectly fine, except that one of the horizontal bars on one of them was broken. Railings had been broken, but not in the quantity of the Shadow King. Davy gulped as he realized that if he waited too long, the Shadow King may take critical damage before they even were able to board. He turned to head to the wheel, and saw Sam heading towards him.
His feathered hat was gone. There was a tear in his shirt, and his face was smeared with dirt and grime. He looked awful.
“Davy,” Sam said to him, panting. “I think it’s time to board.”
Davy nodded. “I agree. Will you come with me?”
“Do you want me to Davy?” Sam asked.
“Yes,” Davy said. “Sam, you’re my best friend. If I die, I want to die alongside my friend, not alone. Go down and tell our cannoneers to load grapple hooks. It’s time to board.”
Sam obeyed, and ran to the stairs. Davy watched him go, but a flash of lightning made him cover his eyes briefly. When he looked back up, he saw the top of Sam’s head disappearing down the stairs. Davy drew his sword, preparing to board The Harkaway, and face Jolly Roger once and for all. Davy walked to the wheel of the ship. Will was currently steering it.
“Can you continue steering her while The Harkaway is boarded?” Davy asked.
“Yes Captain,” Will said. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.”
“Thank you Will,” Davy said. Then he added, “Will, thank you. Thank you for everything. From fighting alongside me in the Catacombs to performing your duties here. I can’t thank you enough.”
“Don’t mention it Davy,” Will said, smiling. “Now go! Looks like the grapple hooks are being fired!”
Davy nodded, and walked to the side of the ship, looking out at the enemy ship before him. The Harkaway fired another broadside at the Shadow King. Davy watched as the spectral cannonballs slammed into his ship, sending wood flying everywhere. He took a deep breath, and began walking down the stairs, onto the main deck. The hooks were dragging The Harkaway steadily closer. Once it was close enough, him and the boarding team would swing onboard with ropes hanging from the rigging.
He stopped and looked on board the enemy ship. Through the torrents of rain, he could make out the figure of Billy Fireskull and his two Grave Reapers. As much as Davy told himself he wouldn’t have to fight him, he knew he would need to if he wanted to get to Jolly Roger. Sam came up to him, and told him that the ship was now close enough to board. Time slowed down for Davy, as his life began go flash before his eyes. He remembered himself as a small boy, playing with his toy boat in the little river that ran by his house. Then when he was sailing away from The Eagle on the lifeboat as a small boy, crying out for his father. From his servitude aboard The Black Swan to the island where he found the Sword of Darkness, to Tortuga where he was reunited with Billy, to their voyages, to Raven’s Cove and the Catacombs and all the other adventures. Perhaps this would be the end. But if it was, he had lived his life, and if he died, he would die fighting. He would die knowing that he had fought until the end, and then there would be nothing to regret.
Davy clenched his sword, turned toward his crew, and spoke.
“Prepare to board me hearties! We fight to the death! For piracy! For our friends! For our families! FOR FREEDOM!!!”
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Chapter 33: The Fall of a Hero
Davy swung on board The Harkaway, bracing himself for the battle that was about to come.
Possibly my last battle, he thought to himself nervously. He let go of the rope, drawing his sword while he did so, and brought his sword down on a skeleton as he landed. Davy quickly took in his surroundings. The Harkaway was a terrifying vessel. The dark, rotten wood gave Davy a feeling of dread, and the two main masts with their tattered and menacing sails didn’t help reduce that feeling. The ship was massive. There had to be at least fifty skeletons on board, probably more. Fifty skeletons that now had all of their swords drawn, advancing towards Davy and the rest of the boarding crew.
The boarding crew was far from enough, having about fifteen pirates boarding out of the forty or so of the total crew. Davy hoped that these pirates would be strong enough to take on this much of the crew.
Sam landed next to Davy, and said, “You ready for this mate?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be my friend,” Davy said. Then, to the whole boarding team, “CHARGE!!!”
The Sorcerors charged, showing no fear as they brought their swords down on the undead crew. Davy’s sword glistened as lighting struck above them. One slash from his Assassin’s Cutlass was deadly to the skeletons. They were able to survive many normal blows, but with the venom on it, the sword was able to send the undead back to the grave in a single good slash.
Davy slashed, ducked, rolled, stabbed, and did jumping slashes, defeating the undead all around him. But even with the massive numbers he was taking down, with every bonehead he took down, it seemed like two more would take its place. No matter, Davy could cut down anything that came his way.
He battled skeletons for what felt like hours, even though he knew it was probably less than an hour. He met up with Sam once again during that time. They fought back to back, an invincible duo that none could defeat. They got separated after a few minutes, but the fight continued.
Davy had just finished cutting down a dagger using skeleton, when he felt someone looking at him. He stood up, sword held outward, looking straight at his brother.
Billy was holding his two Grave Reapers at his sides, ready to strike at any moment. He stared directly at Davy, his eyes boring into his. Davy looked into his dark brown eyes, and for once, saw a new emotion. Fear. Billy was afraid. In his previous fights, he saw nothing but hatred, but now he could see that Billy was afraid. Why was that? Before Davy could ponder it more, Billy spoke.
“Davy,” he said. “It’s too late to surrender now. I’m going to have to destroy you. Jolly Roger won’t tolerate it if I let you escape again.”
Davy thought he heard his brother’s voice shaking, but he responded anyway. “I’ve made my choice brother. I will not let you live this time. As much as it pains me, I will have to kill you.”
“So be it,” Billy said, before leaping up, swords drawn, and bringing them down on Davy. The battle between the two brothers began.
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Davy blocked his strike, and sent another attack flying back, which Billy parried as well, and the two began to send blows flying at each other. Billy was extremely fast with his blades, but Davy’s defense could not be broken down.
Billy was filled with fear. He knew that if Davy got away, Jolly Roger would punish him severely. A fate worse than death for sure. That’s how Jolly always punished when it came to something severe. Then there was Davy. The way he had nearly killed him on Cuba worried him. What if he defeated him again? What if this time he didn’t spare him?
Billy used this fear to fuel strength. He unleashed a series of quick but powerful blows upon Davy. His brother struggled to block them, and Billy continued. Billy paused for a fraction of a second to lift his blades to bring them down on Davy, but Davy’s instincts were good. He quickly rolled to the side, and thrust out his sword. Billy, startled, barely had time to dodge the blow and return another.
The two continued their sword fight for almost a quarter of an hour, neither gaining any advantage. Billy started to wonder where Jolly Roger was. He didn’t see him on the deck of the ship, which surprised him. If Jolly was outside, then he could easily kill almost all of the pirates that had boarded.
Davy had some of his boarding team. Out of the fifteen or so that had boarded, there where probably about ten or so left, maybe less. Even though Davy’s men were outnumbered significantly, Billy had to give them credit. They fought valiantly, showing no fear. It made Billy sad. These were once his friends, his crew, his family. He was just going to stand by and watch them be slowly killed by the undead. Could he do that? Could he let more people die? More people that were once his friends? Billy was once again starting to question himself. But he couldn’t turn back now. His choice had been made, and he was going to face the consequences, whether good or bad.
He blocked another attack from Davy, and his brother continued to advance on him. Davy brought his sword down on Billy, but he blocked it. The two locked their swords, each trying to overpower the other. Billy, his two swords held parallel blocking Davy’s venomous cutlass, pushed against his brother’s strength. Billy was always the more powerful one, and he slowly pushed Davy back. Then he made the mistake of looking in his brother’s eyes. Billy all of the sudden realized that he was about to kill his brother, the last of his family, the one who had always been there for him. Everything that Billy had done flashed before him. Him shooting Sam and almost killing him, the buildings of Port Royal exploding, the invasion of skeletons flooding into the town, killing the innocent people, and the woman and her baby being murdered.
Billy’s force weakened, and Davy took that advantage. He slashed Billy across the arm, opening up another gash on it, a slash across his eye, and finally a cleave across his chest.
Billy stumbled back, grunting in pain, and fell over, onto the ground, dropping his swords.
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Davy walked up to his fallen brother. Billy looked up at him, his left eye completely shut and bloody where Davy had slashed it. His arm was held across the wound on his chest. Billy looked up at his older brother, his eyes full of an emotion. Not fear. Guilt.
“Davy,” Billy said, wincing with pain. “I’m… I’m—”
“Enough,” Davy said, holding up his sword, ready to stab Billy. “It’s too late now.”
He raised his sword, and held it hovering over Billy. Davy could see Billy bracing himself for the attack. For the attack that he deserved. He held his sword above him. It seemed like he was holding it forever. Then, Davy did the thing that he was hoping that he wouldn’t do. He dropped his sword.
“I… I can’t…” Davy said.
Billy looked up at his brother in shock. He looked like he was going to say something, but he didn’t get the chance.
“You’re weak Davy Fireskull,” Jolly Roger said.
Davy whirled around to see the leader of the undead army watching him and Billy in interest, a sinister smile upon his face. In his right hand, instead of his flintlock pistol blade combination that normally was there, was the Sword of Darkness. Davy knew better than to look at it. He remembered back to the mysterious island where he had made that mistake. The feeling of fear was horrible and overpowering.
A black glow seemed to emanate from Jolly Roger: the power of the Sword. Davy picked up his own sword, and held it out to his enemy.
“Jolly Roger,” Davy said. “Today is your judgment day. Today you will be punished, my parents will be avenged, and no more innocent lives will be destroyed at your hand.”
“We shall see Davy,” Jolly said, holding up the Sword of Darkness. “We shall see!”
Davy leaped towards Jolly Roger, bringing his sword down on him. Jolly blocked with his own, and from then, the two exchanged blows. Fast, slow, heavy, light, all powerful attacks. Davy’s skills had improved significantly, but Jolly was much more powerful with the Sword of Darkness. His attacks, even though they appeared to be light, were enough to split stone. Davy, even though his sword was unbreakable due to his voodoo tinkering, slowly grew weaker as he blocked each of the powerful attacks.
He’ll destroy me if I keep attempting to block his attacks, Davy thought to himself. I need a new tactic.
Davy leaped backward, avoiding another swing by Jolly Roger. Then, using voodoo, lit his sword on fire. The green fire blazed with unnatural heat. Davy cleaved his sword, sending an arc of green fire towards Jolly. It was useless. Jolly didn’t even need to do anything. Once the fire got within a few feet of him, it dissipated into nothingness. Jolly sneered, and slowly began advancing on Davy.
Davy’s eyes widened. In a desperate attempt, he began throwing more arcs of fire at him. The results were the same as the first. On the last fire arc, Jolly held out his hand, catching the green flame. He held his hand back, and then thrust it forward, sending a fireball at Davy. The fireball exploded a few feet away from Davy, sending him flying back. He landed hard on the stairs. He sat up, shaking his head to clear the stars in his vision. He stood, holding his sword.
The Sword has increased his power more than I had thought, Davy thought nervously. He stood up, but quickly ducked down to avoid a cannonball sent from the Shadow King. The cannonball slammed into the floor a few meters away from him, opening up a hole in the floor of The Harkaway. Davy stood back up, facing Jolly Roger.
“Honestly Davy,” Jolly taunted. “Even for a mortal such as yourself, I expected better. Come now, are you going to let me defeat you so easily?”
Before Davy could respond, Jolly lifted the Sword of Darkness. A black ball of dark voodoo charged at the tip, crackling with a white energy. Jolly roared, and sent the ball flying at Davy. It exploded right in front of him, sending him flying back into the wall behind the steering wheel of The Harkaway.
Davy’s body screamed in agony. The pain in his back had erupted again, worse than ever. His vision seemed to black out, even though he felt conscious. The horrible feeling was almost indescribable. It felt as if every wound he had ever gotten was hurting again, but even worse. Davy screamed out in pain as he slowly got up. He shakily held out his sword, and looked around him. His vision was still black around the edges, but he could see a little better. He looked onto the Shadow King. Skeletons had boarded it, and his crew didn’t look as if they could hold out much longer. He saw Smelly, the poor dog, had come back on deck to help the crew, his friends, his family. Davy saw him jump on a skeleton, only to have the skeleton slash his sword across him. Davy saw the dog fall back onto the deck of the ship, trying to get back up. Davy’s heart broke as he saw the skeleton advance on the dog, but thankfully, he saw someone come save the dog from its fate. Will Seaeagle cleaved open the bonehead’s skull, and then pick up the dog, and carried him out of sight. Davy looked back, to see Jolly Roger looking at him.
“Don’t you see Davy?” Jolly asked Davy. “It’s too late now. You’ve lost. Your crew will soon be dead, your ship will be sunk, and you will be destroyed.”
Davy lifted his sword, and looked at Jolly without a speck of fear. Davy knew he was going to die, but he wasn’t afraid at all. If he died, he would die fighting. He would die knowing that he had done the best he could, and that his parents would be proud of him for trying.
It doesn’t matter about the outcome, Davy’s father’s voice echoed in his head. It’s the fact that you tried, and that you did your best.
A tear came to Davy’s eye, and he lifted his sword, getting ready to fight the battle that could end his life.
“If I die, then so be it,” he said confidently, before swinging his sword, resisting the screams of agony from his body. Jolly blocked the attack, and returned the blow with another swing. Davy ducked and returned the blow. The two continued with the battle. Davy’s courage fueled him, allowing him to continue the fight.
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Billy’s body hurt in every way possible. He could feel the venom coursing through his veins. The pouring rain stung his wounds. If he didn’t somehow heal himself soon, it could be fatal. He sat up, and looked up the stairs at the fight between Jolly Roger, his captain, and Davy, his brother. Jolly had the upper hand, obviously. He was armed with a mystic sword that made the wielder almost invincible. Davy had a deadly sword, but it was nothing compared to Jolly. Billy watched as his brother, the last of his family, was slowly overpowered by Jolly.
Billy thought to himself about all that had happened. Not just aboard The Harkaway, but throughout his life. His life on Port Royal, when he was separated from his family on that night aboard The Eagle. Then to Tortuga, and his reuniting with Davy. When he was captured by Jolly and tortured. To when he decided to join him in the chance that he may be able to bring his parents back, to his battles with Davy, to the invasion of Port Royal. And the mother and her baby. The look on her face, her tear streaked face, as she looked at the undead about to kill her. How he was unable to save her and her baby in time.
Billy had let her die. If he didn’t do something now, more people would die. More mothers and children, more families would be torn apart because he failed to act.
But then, he thought about what would happen if he betrayed Jolly Roger. Davy and the Shadow King wouldn’t accept him again. Nobody would. He would be an outcast forever, cursed to live alone forever. Jolly Roger was all he had left. All of the sudden, he remembered back to when he had talked to his parent’s ghosts.
You will make the right choice in the end.
As a young child, he had always been told to help others before himself. At the time, that was limited to silly things such as allowing his friends to take food before he did at parties. It didn’t mean much back then, but now, Billy realized how important that really meant.
Billy struggled, but finally stood up, grabbing his two swords. He had made his decision.
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Davy was losing the fight. He knew he had lost already. Jolly cackled as he sent a final series of blows towards Davy. Jolly started with a deathly blow to him. Davy held his sword up to block it, but it was no use. Davy was weak, and as soon as the swords clashed, Davy’s arms gave out, and he dropped his weapon. Jolly finished with two quick slashes. One slashed across Davy’s right collar bone, and the other across his left arm.
“Ahh!” Davy screamed out in pain, before falling crippled to the floor. He could feel the wounds eating away at his body, his soul. He fought it, desperately trying not to die. Jolly did nothing but laugh.
“Ah Davy,” Jolly said laughing evilly. “I must say, you put up a good fight. You are a powerful pirate. I will give you that. Before you die, know that I hold you in the highest respect. Now, any last words?”
“Yes,” a voice said. “Get away from my brother.”
Jolly turned to the voice, but it was too late. Billy leaped at him, wincing in agony from the blows Davy had given him. He slashed at Jolly before he could respond. Jolly Roger cried out in surprise and pain as Billy slashed him across the chest. Before Jolly could respond, Billy tackled him as hard as he could, sending him flying back. Billy cried out in pain, showing to Davy that his wounds were deadly. Jolly flew backward, letting go of the Sword of Darkness.
“No!!!” Jolly cried out, reaching out for the Sword. The Sword of Darkness flew through the air, off the ship. There was a bright flash of lightning and a sound of thunder, and when they looked back, it was gone, into the sea. Almost instantly, Davy felt the feeling of his soul draining go away. The wounds still stung badly, but it didn’t feel as bad as it was before.
Billy roared in anger and exhilaration, throwing his two swords at Jolly. The two Grave Reapers span on their sides, each slashing Jolly across the chest. The skeleton leader fell back, twisting in pain.
Billy limped over to Davy.
“Davy!” Billy yelled through the thunderstorm. “You have to get out of here! The ship is going to blow any minute now! I can only hold off Jolly for so long! You need to go now!”
“No!” Davy said. “I… I can’t leave you!”
Billy didn’t listen. He held out his hands, blowing Davy back with a voodoo push. Davy flew backward, onto the main deck, where Sam grabbed hold of him.
“Davy, lets go!” Sam said, grabbing hold of a rope in one hand, Davy in the other.
“No! I can’t leave now! Billy! We have to get him off!”
“He’s made his choice!” Sam cried.
“No!!!” Davy yelled.
Jolly Roger was starting to get up now. He saw Davy getting ready to escape, and roared in rage. He began to advance, but Billy got in front of him and gave him a flying kick in the face, which must have hurt both of them. Billy looked back down at Davy.
“Davy,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry.”
“Billy!!!” Davy screamed out, trying to escape from Sam’s iron grip. Too late. Sam swung off of The Harkaway, and back onto the Shadow King. Davy struggled, but stopped once they dropped onto the Shadow King. As soon as he hit the ground, he ran to the railing and stared back at Billy.
The Harkaway was in bad condition now. Its hull was ripped open in many places, and the masts were beginning to collapse. The Shadow King was no better. The Shadow King had already lost one of its main masts from the lightning bolt, but they had now lost another smaller one from an enemy cannonball. Both ships had taken heavy damage, but then, Davy saw why Billy wanted him off The Harkaway.
Looking through the holes in that had appeared in The Harkaway’s hull, he saw that the broadsides had been completely abandoned. Someone had gone in there and killed off all of the undead there. In the back, there was a massive stack of gunpowder barrels, crates, explosives, and anything flammable. There was a long trail of gunpowder on it, but it had been burned away. Advancing towards the pile was a flame, moving slowly along the gunpowder trail. The ship was about to blow.
Davy looked back at Billy, who was once again in battle with Jolly. Jolly, even without the Sword of Darkness, was extremely powerful still. Davy watched as he disarmed Billy, and sent him flying back against the wall.
Davy was speechless. Jolly advanced on Billy, getting ready to deal the final blow. Billy looked away from Jolly Roger, and stared straight into Davy’s eyes. Even though the two were far apart, they could read each other’s faces. Billy looked at Davy, showing one emotion. Guilt. A tear ran down Davy’s face, and he nodded sympathetically towards him.
“I forgive you,” Davy muttered, choking back a sob. A small smile appeared on Billy’s face. A smile of relief. And then, the explosives lit. The Harkaway, in an instant, exploded with a powerful bang that was louder than thunder. Rotten wood flew everywhere, and when the smoke and light cleared, what was left of The Harkaway was almost completely submerged, and there was no sign of Billy or Jolly Roger.
Davy’s eyes widened as he realized that Billy, his brother and the last of his family, was dead and gone. He walked through the crowd of rejoicing crew members as they watched the skeleton fleet become engulfed in green fog. When it cleared, the ships were gone. As Davy walked through the crowd, some patted him on the back, others congratulated him. He paid them no notice. His facial expression was blank and showed nothing. He opened the door to his cabin, and sat down on his bed, face in his hands, and cried.
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There you have it mates. Comments please.
