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The two of them were side by side, sweat dripping their brows as they rounded a corner, and skidded to a halt.

“By the deeps!” Meg’s first mate exclaimed.

Flames covered the tunnel in front of them, dancing, writhing, the heat rolling off onto them, and more sweat dripped down and out.

“We’re going to die. Trapped in this bloody magical cave. We’re going to bloody die.”

Meg backhanded him, a smart slap on his cheek. “We are not going to die Hector.”

“There’s a fire in front of us, and a flaming monster behind us! Not literally flaming, but it might well be when it catches up to us!” his arms were gesturing wildly, his hair failing out of it’s usual neat ponytail.

“Trust me.” Meg held out her hand to him.

“With what?”

“That,” she nodded to the fire in front of them, “we’re going to walk through it.”

His eyes went wide, and his mouth slack, “Are you mad?”

“A little, aye.”

“What makes you think that we won’t just roast to a crisp?”

“A badly worded trade and a bit of gut instinct.”

Hector ran a hand through his hair, pacing the short distance of the corridor. A roar echoed back from where they had come through, and he threw a glance that way.

“To hell with it, I’m a bit mad too,” Hector reached out and took her hand.

Meg took in a deep breath, and stepped through into the fire, leading her first mate behind her. It was probably only ten paces of so, but the warmth of the fire as it surrounded them was immense, almost no air for them to breath, but the fire didn’t burn them as they stumbled through and out the other side.

Hector took a few paces, and then collapsed to his knees, shaking all over, “I don’t know how you did that cap’n, but I ain’t complaining.”

“Like I said, badly worded trade. You should never really trust Djinn’s.”

A roar echoed from the chamber, closer than before. The two pirates looked at each other, and then pushed to their feet and started running again.

“Some days, I wonder if this is what normal pirates have to go through.”

“Where’s the fun in normal?”

Efreet_Warlord_by_JasonEngleThe being looked down at her. “Once you have made the deal, there is no going back.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “I’m aware of that. It’s not like I grew up in a coven or anything.”

“If you give up your power, you will never again be able to use-”

“I know what I’m doing, okay?” She interrupted the Djinn. “Look, I don’t want this power. I reject this power. If I had ever had a choice I would have rejected it straight off. I reject my mother, my coven, and everything else that goes hand in hand with this damn power. You want it? Have it. Stop talking already and take it, because I really, really don’t want it. I came to a Djinn because you guys love deals, not because I wanted a freaking sermon. And you’re a fire Djinn. Don’t tell me you don’t want more power, because rejection is not in a Djinn’s nature. Fact.”

The Djinn looked down at her, and then held out it’s hand.

“Finally.” Meg reached out her own hand and took the Djinn’s.

At first, she felt nothing, but then her hand grew hot, hotter than she had felt before, and it started to burn. For the first time in her life, she felt fire as other people did. It swept round her whole body, and her knees gave way as every nerve ending in her body screamed at her that she was on fire.

There was blood in her mouth, she had bitten her tongue, and she was on the floor. The burning had stopped, and the Djinn was standing there with what looked like a smile.

“Did I forget to tell you that it was going to hurt?”

“Yeah, okay. I probably deserve that.”

“Look Cap’n, stowaway. Barnes was only shitting right.” One of her crew thrust the small boy in front of her on the deck.

Meg eyes’ flicked down from scanning the horizon. The lad was small, thin. Wouldn’t have had too much trouble slipping on board and hiding in between what they had stashed down there.

“Name?”

“Toby, miss.”

Her crew had started to gather around, and they all burst out laughing. Her first mate clapped him round the back of the head. “That’s cap’n to you boy.”

“Sorry Sir. Sorry Cap’n.”

“Age?” Meg asked him, still keeping half her eye on the horizon.

“Twelve m…cap’n.”

“Pah, a child. Nothing to do with a child except chuck them off.”

“I’m not a child! I can work!”

The crew started laughing again, jostling the boy.

“Come on lad. We’re dropping you off at the next port. Might be pirates, but we’re not going to kill a child for no reason.” said the first mate.

“Childhood ends when the person wants it to.” Meg said, and quiet descended. “Age is irrelevant. You can be twelve, you can be eighteen, it ends when you realise it’s time to grow up.”

Her eyes narrowed, then she grinned and looked down at the boy. “You want to be a pirate?”

“I want to see the world!”

“Good enough. Stick around. Help out. We’re getting visitors soon.” She pointed a lazy finger a the dark blotches on the horizon she’s been searching for. “Survive this little meeting, and we’ll start calling you a man.”

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Meg’s head slammed against the side of the ship and she saw stars. Twinkling spots of light clouded her vision, the sounds of the ship muffled and faded out all together.

There was something wet on her shoulder. And her back. Oh, and now in her eyes. Her hand wouldn’t stop shaking as she wiped it across her face. Now her hand was wet. And red. She thought, it was hard to see when everything was dancing around like this.

Something slammed into the railing inches from her head, followed by a larger something. Meg pushed herself up, only to receive a boot to the chest as the larger something grabbed the smaller something. The pressure on her chest increased, and breathing became hard.

She reached round her back, her belt was tangled, but the knife was sharp and everything fell away as she drew it round and stabbed it into the knee attached to the boot on her chest. The pressure dropped, and she rolled onto her feet, grabbing at the thing stuck in the railing, and with an almighty heave, pulled it out and swung it straight into the stumbling person.

Red stained the deck as her vision swam back into focus, and the sounds of the battle raging on her ship cleared.

Meg had lost her sword, but that wasn’t too much of a problem. There was this lovely axe, just sitting there. She planted her own foot on the dead man’s chest and heaved the axe out.

Who cared about how much blood they had lost when there was a nice fight like this just waiting to be joined?

They watched as the chests were loaded onto the ship, two men to each chest, carrying the heavy load down into the hold of the ship.

“I don’t like this cap’n.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Don’t like what?”

“Having those aboard the ship. Even if they are tucked away all snug like. I don’t like having bells on the ship. It’s bad luck.”

“So’s having a women aboard, but you’re fine with that one.” Meg grinned at him.

“You’re the cap’n, cap’n. And frankly, you’re no lady. No offence.”

“None taken. Look, they’re just bells. Magical bells, maybe, but we are not going to sink because of the bells. We might sink when the people who are after the bells come after us and try to take them back, but that’s not the bells doing that, is it?”

“Some say it would be. They wouldn’t be after us if we didn’t have them aboard.”

“True. But just think, a thousand Doubloons. Just keep repeating that number to yourself.”

“That’s not going to help if those people what after them there bells catch up to us.”

“If that happens, I think we can rain down a little misfortune on them. Seems a shame to keep of all this supposed bad luck to ourselves.” Meg walked off, to see that the chests were secured down in the hold.

The first mate tugged on each of his earrings and then muttered a prayer to the Lady of the Deeps. Hopefully the cap’n would be right. They had been at sea with a women for years now, and that hadn’t brought them misfortune. Well, not more than any other hard-ass cap’n he’d ever had.

97. Doubt

Meg had an expression that rivalled thunder on her face. She had one hand holding up her chin and the other tapping out a staccato beat on her desk in her cabin.

Her first mate shifted nervously as he stood in front of the desk.

“So, you think they won’t show?”

Meg stopped her fingers dead on the table and the first mate winced.

“No, they’ll show.”

He waited for the explosion and when it didn’t come, tentatively spoke again. “So what are you so tense about?”

Meg huffed and threw herself back into her chair, rocking it on its legs. “There’s no doubt that they’ll show. What I doubt is every other promise that they made. My mother is not a women who sticks to promises she makes. I doubt that they will hold up their end of the bargain, and I severely doubt that they will just go along with the little plan that we’ve cooked up.”

“So we do we do about it?”

“We set up a little cheat of our own.”

“But we promised that we wouldn’t. She might not keep her word but we do.”

“I promised that neither me or my crew would do anything. But I know some fellows who are neither me or my crew.” She grinned.

75. Comrade

Meg stood on the bow of her ship, looking over at the other ship, fading away into the mist.

She turned to her spotter with the scope and waved him over. Sounds carried on waters as still as these.

“What can you see?”

“That’s the ship alright. Got the right figurehead it has. There’s a smaller boat too, mybe some sort of guard boat? Shouldn’t be too much trouble for us lot, but there’s always the chance of a surprise.“

She clapped him on the shoulder and waved him back up to the crow’s nest. Twisting round on the railing she walked like a pro to the other side of the ship, and motioned for the crew to gather round.

Usually this would be the time for a rousing speech, and she was still going to give one. Just one in the spirit of the moment. Queit-like.

“Friends, comrades, scum of the earth.” Her crew grinned at her. “We’ve got a nice rich target for the picking tonight, like taking a plump apple from the low boughs of the tree. But it’s real easy to drop a nice shiny round apple, so let’s take this easy like. Nice and quiet. We’ll slip in, take the ship, the crew and the cargo, and be off before the Marines even know we’re in this ocean.”

The grins got bigger.

“So come on pirates, let’s go get us some booty.”

62. Pity

Honestly, it’s a pity.”

“What is?”

“This.”

“Meg, stop being infuriating and define ‘this’.”

“Oh, this treasure. Just lying here. At the bottom of this pool. Such a pity.”

“Oh, that is a pity.”

“Mhm.”

“A right pity.”

“Isn’t it just.”

“So what do you think?”

“It’s such a pity. And it would be an even greater pity if we just left it there. I mean, it’s been down there for four hundred years.”

“Aye, it would be a shame to leave it down there for another four hundred.”

“It would get lonely. We should bring it back up. I’m sure we can find a much nicer home for all that gold than on the bottom of a cold, wet bed.”

“I couldn’t agree more cap’n.”

53. Boredom

53. Boredom (18/3/11)

A bottle of rum hung from idle fingers. The gentle bobbing of the ship at anchor was complimented by the gentle breeze as the birds flew lazily overhead. Meg was lying on the railings that surrounded the quarterdeck, looking up at the blue sky. Everything was quiet with the crew go on shore leave.

It was fucking boring.

Nothing to do with them gone. Nothing to do but drink, and she was even bored of that. But she took another swig anyway, draining the bottle, before letting it drop over the side into the sea, hearing it go with a plop.

She sighed. It was boring, and not likely to change before the sun went down. But thinking on it, that was okay. You needed the boring days to make the hectic days balance out. So although the sun continued to beat down, and the birds still wheeled in the sky, she didn’t move. She let the boredom take over, and just lay there looking at the sky.

47. Numb

*Credits for the song go to Linkin Park, it’s not mine in any way shape or form*

47. Numb (6/1/11)

Megan looked out at the crowd of people in front of her, and to the balconies up on high where she knew her mother was watching her. This was vindictive, and quite childish, but she didn’t care.

Meg signalled to her crew mates behind her, which song they should do know as she spied her mother about to leave. The opening cords struck and the crowd, especially the pirates who had heard this one before, roared out their approval.

“Numb! Numb! Numb! Numb!”

Maysa was almost at the door, her hand about to open it when the first few lines of the song hit her.

“Tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

Don’t know what you’re expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes”

She whirled around, almost running back to her seat at the front and gripped onto the railing there.

“(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)”

Maysa felt faint. This song could only be directed at her. She half fell, half sat back down in her chair. She felt that feeling again, that feeling of utter loss, she’d never knew how much she’d lost when Meg had turned away from her on that pier.

“I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there

Become so tired so much more aware

I’m becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you”

Meg took a quick glance at the balcony her former coven was on, and saw her mother sitting back at the front, looking pale. Good, this was for her after all.

“Can’t you see your smothering me

Holding too tightly afraid to lose control

Cause everything you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you

(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

And every second I waste is more than I can take”

Despite that this was mean to be a show for her mother, and it was, it was still immensely satisfying for Meg to hear the crowd roaring along with them, to be caught up in that energy.

“I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there

Become so tired so much more aware

I’m becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you”

And now for the real kick in the teeth. Meg bet that Maysa didn’t know she knew about this.

“And I know

I may end up failing to

But I know

That you were just like me with someone disappointed in you”

“I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there

Become so tired so much more aware

I’m becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you”

The chorus repeated itself once more, before the song ended to tremendous applause. Meg looked up at the balcony. That had been completely satisfying.

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