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This one has more serious overtones, and be sure to read carefully, you might find out some of the guy's history...
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CHAPTER 3: Ok Davy and Dog, action time!
"Do you think it is okay to kill my crewmen?" A deep booming voice rang the group's ears. The bags were pulled from their heads, but they still could not see who was talking through the thick darkness.
The headstrong Edward quickly retorted, "If they get in our way, then yes."
The voice paused for a second. He then replied.
"I used to think the same way. I used to kill anyone and anything that impeded my progress on my so-called "quest" that I believed I was on. I was a fool, a pawn in a larger game. Death and destruction awaited my crew, and I barely survived. The Urna del Santo is a myth, Professor Surrey. Your doctorate has already been taken, along with your job, your wife, your son, and everything you have strived for (not the least of which being your sanity). All that is left to take is your life. I have enough blood on my hands, but I won't let you be killed in pursuit of something that you know doesn't exist, and I certainly won't let you drag these men to their graves with you..."
Daniel looked at Surrey with bewildered eyes, and Edward scoffed. Edward told the voice:
"There are a few things wrong with your statement, good sir. For one, if you have enough blood on your hands, then why kill the innocent? Two, the Urna del Santo does exist. Surrey sent an armada of Royal ships to the depths just so we could glimpse it, and he wants to acuiqire the elusive artifact this time. Three, I already knew he was going to kill us, so he is not dragging me to any grave."
The three heard a chair sliding back, and footsteps getting slowly closer. A huge, strong-looking man emerged from the shadows. He was covered in scars all over, several deep gashes on his face and arms; and he had an eyepatch with a deep scar over his eye socket. His bicorne hat was covered in what was either blood, mud, or a mixture of both. He grabbed Edward's chin and looked into his face. He told him:
"You call the British Royal Navy innocent? They tried to kill me three years ago in Isla de los Elegidos! Surrey, you remember, don't you?" He transferred his attention to Surrey. "You betrayed them, sending BOTH factions to their deaths. Edward and a chosen few departed to shore with you while I tried to reach you before you landed. I had to tell you what I'd learned, that if you landed then a near certain death awaited you! But your greedy ways betrayed the Navy swine and me... And you acheived nothing. Together, we could have found the artifact. I would have my Society degree, and you would be a national hero, knighted by the king. Edward would have been a hero for improving Britain's relations with Germany on this daring crusade, and your crew would have been rich AND heroes! Everyone would have won, but you turned your ships against me. Huitzilopochtli sunk us all. The vengeful Aztec spirits left no one alive. I floated on end, no crew, trying to return home. I felt like an Odysseus, only my sacrifices were for NOTHING..."
"I-I'm sorry, Confesi..." Surrey replied.
Daniel got his hands free from the ropes that binded him. He pulled a nail out of the ground from behind him and seized the moment when Confesi was talking to Surrey, who was opposite of Daniel, to cut the ropes around his ankles. After he broke free, he snuck behind Confesi, pulled his pistol from it's holster, and knocked Confesi out with the butt of the pistol. He produced a knife from a sheath on Confesi's side and cut the other two loose.
"Never stop surprising me, Daniel..." Surrey muttered. Several shouts in Spanish were heard nearby.
"We might need these." Edward said and smashed open a display for swords. All grabbed one, all but Daniel. He, instead, looked out of a window.
"The boat is directly beneath us," he said "If we go through, we can get out of here." Daniel said. A pounding was heard on the door. On the other side someone shouted:
"Abrir esta puerta ahora mismo! Abrir ahora, o vamos a matar a los tres de ustedes!"
Daniel pulled a cloth from the Captain's table and wrapped it around his hand. He then shattered the window. The door was broken from it's hinges. The Spanish sailors all shouted and pulled back the hammers on their firearms.
"Jump! NOOOOWWWW!" Daniel shouted. As they jumped, a musket volley was fired. Surrey was nicked in the leg as they all fell into the boat. Daniel looked into a bag on the boat and produced a grenade and a match. He lit the grenade and threw it into the window.
One shouted, "¡Cuidado! ¡Granada!". Shortly after, an explosion went off and a fireball erupted from the broken window. The three made haste in paddling away. Surrey pushed the dead crewman from the boat.
"I don't think hitching a ride will do you much good now, friend," he said. He clutched the wound on his leg and cursed.
"Let's just get back to shore..." Edward said.
"I volunteer Daniel for rowing!" Surrey exclaimed. Daniel sighed.
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