Oak staves splintered with a loud crack from the impact of a musket ball that had just missed the dark figure?s head. The man who was as dark as night bent down behind the old barrels that were stacked in the ally behind the tavern. The narrow walkway stank of stale alcohol, urine, and vomit all mixed with the finer aroma of rotting garbage. Another shot rang out and split more barrel staves just above his head.
?Did yer get ?im?? a voice rang out in the night from thirty yards away where the ally met the street.
?I got th? bloody bastard!? was the response.
Two men came running into the ally, anxious to view the fallen body that would bring them their reward of 10,000 gold. They stopped at the stack of barrels and felt around with their feet for a fallen body. ?He?s got ta be ?ere somewhere. Giv? me some light ?ere so we can see.?
The scrubby old man pushed forward a small, smoky oil torch and they looked on the ground for the fallen body, but they could see no dead or wounded man behind the barrels. ?Yer missed ?im!?
?Couldn?t ?ave!? the one kneeling down with the flintlock protested.
?Don?t? be? so? sure,? came a voice from behind them that was as cold as death. The man with the torch turned around and came face-to-face with eyes that were blacker than the night. The mouth turned from a sneer to a smile. A blade flickered in the light of the torch, blood splattered against barrels and walls, and a head rolled in the filth of the ally floor.
The man who was bent down raised his pistol in defense and pointed it with shaky hands at the shadow of a figure standing over him. ?Get a-away?or I?ll s-shoot!?
?I would lay a wager that you haven?t had time to reload that pistol,? the voice in the night said.
The impotent click of an unloaded pistol was heard just before the point of the sword passed through the man?s body, splitting breastbone and spine. The figure in black wiped off his blade on the man?s pants then turned at the sound of a group of men with pistols and lanterns arrived at the opening in the ally. He pulled one of his two pistols from his belt and fired. A man with a lantern fell in the street. It the moment it took the crowd of reward-hunting vigilantes to pick up the lantern and start down the ally, the figure in black silently slipped away within the shadows of the night.
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An hour later Captain James Black was back on board the SeaWolf, pacing the quarterdeck with eyes afire with anger. The only crewmember who would come within twenty feet of him was Sam, his cabin boy; and Sam stood off in the shadows and said nothing.
Captain Black stopped pacing long enough to train a spyglass upon the lamp-lit city docks to see if there was any action in the city?s defenses. Satisfied that the SeaWolf was still safe in the harbor, the spyglass slowly lowered from the eye that was so dark, one might easily construe it as black; an impression that was only enhanced by the black color of his brows and lashes, and the antimony-oxide liner of kohl applied around his eyes. It was applied to reduce ocean glare; a technique that he had, of all things, learned from the people (women, to be exact) of the desert.
?Sam! I believe I need to have a meeting with the most esteemed, reputable and illustrious crew of the SeaWolf. Give the word. We meet in thirty minutes.?
Captain Black opened the crumpled paper that was still grasped in his fist and looked at it with disgust. There he saw his own picture above the description, ?Captain JD Blood Bath Black.? He didn?t know why they added ?JD Blood Bath?. The ?Captain Black? more than described his appearance. In addition to the dark and blackened eyes that had been so keenly peering through the spyglass, he also had black hair that was usually covered by his black, tri-point leather hat. His long, black hair was partially braided with colorful beads in several places on both sides of his head. He also had a handkerchief that was folded in a band and tied about his head. It was red and not black, but he liked it anyway.
All of this might have afforded anyone good reason to call him ?Captain Black,? but it didn?t end there. Captain Black always wore black shirts ? black, silk shirts to be exact. The black silk shirts were tucked into tight, black pants, that where themselves tucked into black boots. One could rightly assume that Captain Black was partial to black. He also liked silver and he wore a lot of it. The silver chains around his neck and silver bracelets seemed to only enhance the black background of Captain Black.
The tall (6?2? to be exact) pirate with the muscular frame crumpled the paper in his hand and sneered. ?Hurry, Sam!? He called out. ?We have things to do, and people to damage.?
?Did yer get ?im?? a voice rang out in the night from thirty yards away where the ally met the street.
?I got th? bloody bastard!? was the response.
Two men came running into the ally, anxious to view the fallen body that would bring them their reward of 10,000 gold. They stopped at the stack of barrels and felt around with their feet for a fallen body. ?He?s got ta be ?ere somewhere. Giv? me some light ?ere so we can see.?
The scrubby old man pushed forward a small, smoky oil torch and they looked on the ground for the fallen body, but they could see no dead or wounded man behind the barrels. ?Yer missed ?im!?
?Couldn?t ?ave!? the one kneeling down with the flintlock protested.
?Don?t? be? so? sure,? came a voice from behind them that was as cold as death. The man with the torch turned around and came face-to-face with eyes that were blacker than the night. The mouth turned from a sneer to a smile. A blade flickered in the light of the torch, blood splattered against barrels and walls, and a head rolled in the filth of the ally floor.
The man who was bent down raised his pistol in defense and pointed it with shaky hands at the shadow of a figure standing over him. ?Get a-away?or I?ll s-shoot!?
?I would lay a wager that you haven?t had time to reload that pistol,? the voice in the night said.
The impotent click of an unloaded pistol was heard just before the point of the sword passed through the man?s body, splitting breastbone and spine. The figure in black wiped off his blade on the man?s pants then turned at the sound of a group of men with pistols and lanterns arrived at the opening in the ally. He pulled one of his two pistols from his belt and fired. A man with a lantern fell in the street. It the moment it took the crowd of reward-hunting vigilantes to pick up the lantern and start down the ally, the figure in black silently slipped away within the shadows of the night.
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An hour later Captain James Black was back on board the SeaWolf, pacing the quarterdeck with eyes afire with anger. The only crewmember who would come within twenty feet of him was Sam, his cabin boy; and Sam stood off in the shadows and said nothing.
Captain Black stopped pacing long enough to train a spyglass upon the lamp-lit city docks to see if there was any action in the city?s defenses. Satisfied that the SeaWolf was still safe in the harbor, the spyglass slowly lowered from the eye that was so dark, one might easily construe it as black; an impression that was only enhanced by the black color of his brows and lashes, and the antimony-oxide liner of kohl applied around his eyes. It was applied to reduce ocean glare; a technique that he had, of all things, learned from the people (women, to be exact) of the desert.
?Sam! I believe I need to have a meeting with the most esteemed, reputable and illustrious crew of the SeaWolf. Give the word. We meet in thirty minutes.?
Captain Black opened the crumpled paper that was still grasped in his fist and looked at it with disgust. There he saw his own picture above the description, ?Captain JD Blood Bath Black.? He didn?t know why they added ?JD Blood Bath?. The ?Captain Black? more than described his appearance. In addition to the dark and blackened eyes that had been so keenly peering through the spyglass, he also had black hair that was usually covered by his black, tri-point leather hat. His long, black hair was partially braided with colorful beads in several places on both sides of his head. He also had a handkerchief that was folded in a band and tied about his head. It was red and not black, but he liked it anyway.
All of this might have afforded anyone good reason to call him ?Captain Black,? but it didn?t end there. Captain Black always wore black shirts ? black, silk shirts to be exact. The black silk shirts were tucked into tight, black pants, that where themselves tucked into black boots. One could rightly assume that Captain Black was partial to black. He also liked silver and he wore a lot of it. The silver chains around his neck and silver bracelets seemed to only enhance the black background of Captain Black.
The tall (6?2? to be exact) pirate with the muscular frame crumpled the paper in his hand and sneered. ?Hurry, Sam!? He called out. ?We have things to do, and people to damage.?