Word Count: 90,016
Summary of Events:
Quique and the pirates were getting set to head out when Captain Sly ended up wrenching his knee due to his horse's saddle sliding out of place on him. Later on the pirates found a natural spring and the other men with flags came out to claim it; in jest, one of Captain Sly's men joined them with one of Captain Sly's flags. Bethania and her family attended Mass, after which Reynaldo gave her a present that sparked an argument over his feelings for her with Maristela before her father accused her of making trouble and she walked out on them. Quique had gotten up to relieve himself and saw one of his mates sitting awake; they talked for a few minutes before Melville and his crew attacked them and Quique got into a duel with one of Melville's best men, who ended up losing his sword's blade in an attempted stabbing of Quique, but didn't believe he had . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"Seeing nothing for himself, Delbert furrowed his brow and looked down to see that Quique was right: he had no blade.
A savage roar of fury burst from his mouth and he threw his hilt to the side before seizing a sword from one of his own comrades who was mid-duel with one of Captain Sly's men and promptly killed as a result.
Quique didn't have time to watch the grisly demise — for which he was grateful — as Delbert quickly and viciously swung at him with the new blade.
Skillfully swinging his own blade, Quique defended against Delbert once again before surging forward quickly and viciously on a ruthless offensive that carried them into the jungle around the clearing they'd been doing battle in.
Delbert had his eyes wide as Quique pushed him further and further back into the jungle unrelentingly. Quique pressed on further and harder, hoping a sinkhole would open up and Delbert would fall in.
With a cry, his blade going flying, Delbert fell onto his back and looked up at Quique, his eyes wide with fright, his body shaking, absolutely petrified that he was going to be decapitated.
Sighing, Quique straightened, glancing up to see Delbert's stolen sword embedded in a tree beyond reach. He then looked down and started to turn away.
"You aren't going to kill me?" Delbert panted.
"No," Quique replied. "Unlike the men with whom I am associated, I do not believe in the shedding of blood unnecessarily, and most of the time is unnecessarily."
"You're a coward," Delbert said.
"I am not," Quique replied.
"Only cowards don't kill," Delbert said.
"Only dishonourable men do," Quique replied.
"If you don't kill me I'll find a blade and make you bleed until you're dead," Delbert said. "Dying like the stinking piece of horseflesh you are."
"You think you can?" Quique challenged.
"I do," Delbert replied, sitting up.
Quique looked down at Delbert. He spied a rock of good size close by. Bending down, he grabbed it and threw it at Delbert's foot, leading to a bellow of rage while he dashed back through the trees toward the clearing.
He saw a man standing in line with his trajectory ahead, aiming a musket. He kept running anyways. Suddenly there was a flash of powder and the man collapsed, his gun obviously having exploded in his face.
"Kill that piece of horseflesh!" he heard Delbert bellow from behind him.
Jumping over the man whose gun had just failed him, Quique intended to make for where one of his comrades was outnumbered, but a hand seized about his ankle and he hit the ground face-first, and very hard.
His ribs screamed in pain and protest at the landing while he struggled agains the frighteningly strong hold of the wounded man.
Refusing to look back he desperately struggled while a demented laugh reached his ears. "I'll finish you, stinking piece of horseflesh.""
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