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Dark Depths
Topic Started: Nov 16 2010, 04:14 PM (476 Views)
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Great power comes with great responsibility, but what happens if someone is not able to use their "great" power and save people who depend on them? They fall into darkness. They stop believing in them selves. They lose will to live. They lose track of their goals. Only empty shell is left.

This is a story of how Dakelh Mooray fell to dark depths and his miraculous resurrection.
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Fishman woke up in hospital bed about three days ago. No familiar faces around, he was completely alone. With blurry memories past night events he rushed outside, but the battle was long over, everyone gone, vanished, left him. At first anger flooded his mind, merciless curse words were uttered, but soon it became quiet. He was useless, he could not protect them, he could not save people who put trust into him. Why would they stay at hospital and wait till useless fishman completes his inner fight versus his dark past. He might have won, however only single doubt in his power, a single doubt in his cause, was enough for dark side to be resurrected. Dakelh fell on knees, arms hanged like ropes, he slow started to sink into bottomless pit of sadness and despair. He is powerless, he could not save people which were send by Great Spirits of Nature to assist Nantego in his quest. Do even Spirits want him to continue his quest? Power, it was gone. Only helpless and powerless fishman was left, a empty carapace. Lightning bolt pierced dark sky. Soon it started to rain. But faithless shaman kept on kneeing, waiting for a sing.

And he waited. For two days straight without any food. Many people walked past, many people stopped to ask what he is doing, many people tried to pick him up, but Mooray didn't pay attention to any of them. But eventually citizen got tired and called marines to remove fishman from their sight. And so they did, of course Nantego tried to resist, but in vain. He was captured and locked up in prison. He was powerless and useless lying on cold and wet cell floor. Spirits have abandoned him.

Next two days Nantego spend locked up in marine prison. However, he was not alone - his cell mate appeared to be quite interesting guy and noisy. He was around his late forties, though looked much older with wrinkled face, brown beard and wrinkled mustache.

Two marine guards decent into cells level and start distributing poor breakfast. At each cell, they drop a wooden bowls with rise jumble or something similar, soon they are in front of Dakelh current habitant. "Eat you dog" - hurled an insult one of marines, as he throw in two bowls of porridge. Apparently it was really funny, as his partner let out a loud laugh and patted his shoulder. "Good mornin to you too, gentelmen" - replied with little irony in his voice Mooray's cell mate, but marines already were distributing food to further cells. Old man slowly stands up and picks up bowl and starts slowly eating his breakfast. "It does not taste really good, but it is only meal you get here, if I were you I would eat it as fast as possible. Unless, you like rats crawling over your food. God knows what diseases they carry..." - tried man to start a conversation, but Nantego was in completely different location now. And as man guessed, rats started to crawl out of smallest cracks in the walls, circling around bowl several times they sniffed air. Finally overcoming their fear, small rodents attacked rise bowl - it was a real feast, at least for them. But one rat is late for all-you-can-eat party, sadly other rats already ate most of porridge, so poor rat had to look for something else to chew on. Luckily, Nantego's leg was lying not far away, the rat slowly approached, sniffed air around and was about to taste fishman flesh, but a bowl flew and scared the rat away. Mooray, slowly opened his eyes and looked at dark cold floor: "Why did you do that, man?"
Old person shrugs and cowers in the corner: "...that rise wasn't that tasty anyhow..." An awkward minute of silence floated in the air, only rats could be heard crawling on floor.
"So... what are you in for?"

Edited by WolfZ, Nov 17 2010, 04:39 AM.
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"So... what are you in for?" - asked old man curiously.
"In for? Sorry, but I don't understand..." - fishman rolled onto his back, black sky made out of stones, no sunlight. No hope.
"I mean why are you here? ... For example, I beat one guy at local bar, which appeared to be marine. Tough luck." - he sounded like he was really proud of his action, probably he will tell it to his grandchildren, as greatest achievement in life.
"... I am weak... and cursed by Great Spirits... my desty is to rot here..." - another dark pessimistic wave flooded Dakelh mind.
"Gagagaga... you fucked up, didn't you? I know that feeling, don't worry, it will lesser eventually. A good drink works like a charm..." - smiled old man, probably he really wanted to ease his thirst.
"If only it were that simple..." A large drop of water fell on Mooray's forehead.
Old man just rolled his eyes and whistled: "Well I will leave it to ya... my ride is about here." Soon footsteps of several men coming down the hall would come and stop in front of Nantego's and old man's cell. Fishman did not see their faces, as he kept his eyes locked at ceilings.
"You sure took long..."
"Shut up, I hope you shall acknowledge what I had to go through to get you out of here. Common, we don't have all day..."
"Yeah... yeah... as if I want to spend another minute here... Take care, fishman. You will survive.. one or another way..."
"You sure make friends fast..."

And he left, leaving Dakelh all alone again. Rats did not keep company for too long, once there was nothing eatable left they crawled back to holes from where they came. But Mooray did not move a muscle all that time. The day to it's end and sun hid behind endless horizon.

Again couple pair of boots came down the corridor and opened cell doors. Marines picked up lifeless fishman's body and carried him out. But they did not took same route they came, no - they opened some kind of secret doors and descended dark staircase for couple of minutes. The place was too dark to see, but smell was horrible, stench of rotting corpses and faeces. Not the most pleasant ones. Silence was finally broken by one of marines: "You sure that it's a good idea?"
"Shut up and go." - responded crudely marine's companion, they were in a hurry.
They walked through this horrible smell for several minutes more, until group reached open area. The horrible smell was gone, Mooray smelled ocean air. Marines let go of fishman and let him fall onto ground.
"Stand up, scumbag!" - ordered one of them and kicked hard at Dakelh's ribs. That hurt a lot, as Mooray coughed some blood on to ground, he was not in state to fight, nor was he in state to defend. Maybe it is for the best him to die right here, from hands of these marines. The braver marine kneels and grabs fishman by neck and forces him to look into his eyes: "Look at me, you mistake of nature, send a word to your fellow fish folks and tell them that you are not welcomed here." Marine would then start to pound Nantego's face non stop, blood splatters around coloring rocks red with fishman's blood. "Enough... you will kill him..." - the other marine tried to stop his companion, but effortless. He was in berserk mode, nothing could stop him now, but luckily he was not the strong and got tired soon. Mooray's body fell on ground lifeless like a piece of wood. Breathing heavily, brutal marine cleans his hands from blood: "Push him off the cliff..."
"What?! Are you crazy? What if somebody finds him? I won't be able to cover it this time!" - tried to object marine. However racist marine grabbed him by his shirt and threatened: "Do it, or I will embroider your face just like that sea trash over here!"
Obedient marine did not rebel any more and followed master's orders directly by pushing off lifeless fishman's body into ocean.
"Don't forget your piece of shit" - shouted bully marine and threw Mooray's belongings after him into open sea.
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And so Nantego fell: both literally and metaphorically. Cold dark water came closer every second - the final grave for fishman. No gravestone, no one to remember him - he will disappear like piece of sand in endless whirlpool of time. Water is so close that Mooray could reach it, but before he could even move a muscle it is already too late.

SPLASH!!
A huge impact hits Dakelh's chest and large air bubbles escape his mouth. He has no strength left. He is useless. Slowly sinking into dark depths of his final resting place. He disappointed so many people, who would ever miss him? NO one that is for sure. Soon he will hit the bottom and from there he will not be able to escape. Slow death by drowning.

Funny. Lack of oxygen plays interesting mind tricks even for fishmen. Suspicious figure came closer, circled around and to Mooray's surprise grabbed him and started to pull him up to surface. Who would risk their life and try to save worthless shaman? Nantego could not see his savior's face, as his mind blacked out.

And there he stood, surrounded by grotesque beasts. He trembles. He is afraid for his life. But why? He has goal in his life? Not any more. Is he a coward? Could be... that would be perfect addition to his pathetic power. All creatures merge together into a giant black whirlpool and turned around Mooray - spinning him like leaf caught in strong wind. Fishman lifts from ground higher and higher, but suddenly tornado stops and he falls down. With huge splash he hits surface of dark liquid, but as he does that all black water evaporates and Dakelh is left on lying on hot sad. But temperature continues to increase up to the point where all surroundings burst into raging green flames. The fire seize motionless fishman's body and caress him with its tongues - skin burns, peels, but he do not feel any pain. He burns until only ashes remain.

Pile of ashes in the middle of a endless desert. Completely dark figure stands in front of it and smiles with wicked smile: "I win... Black figure reaches his claws into pile of ashes, wiggles something inside and grasps something in it. With sharp motion he pulls out panting Nantego's body and throws him on the ground.
"Ahhh I waited so long for my turn... time to have fun and LIVE!!! WUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Evil Mooray knees near and with both hands opens fishman's mouth stretching it to abnormal proportions. With "doors" open, black figure starts to crawl into shaman's body - not one of pleasant views, but suddenly a huge white explosion erupts above them and colors everything with light white, it feels so out of this planet, something higher. And it leaves strange taste in the mouth, something like... salt... and water...

"COUGH COUGH" - sea water escapes Dakelh's throat. Sun rays blind him. He tries to lift his hand and cover his eyes, but dark figure appears in front of eyes and stops: "Don't move... rest." That familiar voice, what it could be doing here? Another illusion or mirage? Eyes finally adapt to light beams and catch a glimpse of known face: wrinkled face, brown beard, wrinkled mustache and missing front tooth in his wide smile.
"Why did you help me, human?" - Dakelh set same question, as in prison.
"... I like good morning swim to stretch my old tail..."
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Stretch his tail? Did he just say that? A bit confused about it, Dakelh slow rose his head and looked at old man. By the Great Spirits! His lower half was just like fish tail. A merman? Mooray did not knew that they also lived outside grand line. It was a little surprise, if not more, for fishman. He has seen many mermen and what ever female species are called of their race, in Grand Line, but he did not had good opinion about them. While yes, they were half fish, half human, but that was enough for his crew to bully them. If only bullying did not grow into something cruel it would have been alright. There had been blood. Lots of it. It was not the time for painful flash back, so Nantego had to resist urge to drift away into his dark memories. At least for now.

"...my name is Grob... How are you called, fishman?
"...Nantego, the Tidewater... nice to meet you." -replied Dakelh with slight antithesis about how he should introduce himself. But he is now Nantego. The dark and evil Dakelh Mooray is dead, at least in material world. However he was lurking somewhere deep inside, waiting for a moment of weakness.

Suddenly adrenaline stopped working and pain "kicked in" hard. Fishman felt blood dripping from his nose, lip, eyebrow and forehead. Sharp pain in right ribs section. Witch doctor slowly pulled out a big white leaf, a broadleaf to be more accurate, and vial with his self made soothing gel. Mooray slowly applied pain killers on his wounds and then covered it with leaf. Of course with it on his face, he could not see anything. All this time Grob was rowing the boat towards unknown destination, but fishman did not want to bother him, so he though it is for him to not know where they were headed.

"So you are a doctor? How can you be useless with that kind of skills? Im nothing compared to you! I should be trying to suicide. not you! GAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"But that did not comforted even a bit. Nantego closed his eye and waited for their journey to end as fast as possible.
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A dark room. Fishman sitting on chair in the middle. He opens his eyes and looks around. "I have been waiting for you, 'friend'. Did you miss me?" - familiar voice echoed from all room walls. "Disappear mischievous abomination!" Whole room trembled from loud Dakelh's roar, he slowly stood up and continued monologue: "You are dead, the past cannot return. It is my time now!"
"Ha... full of spirit already? Just ten minutes ago you were at the brink of death... And look at your self now. I proud. No, I am really. Remember, if you were to... 'vanish', so would I... Look i have one question for you... an important one... think before answering... answer sincerely that you do not wish for the carefree life to return, do not wish to feel strong again, do not crave to feel the taste of human blood in your throat..."
As soon, as voice silenced, spiked chains flew out of walls and wrapped around Mooray's torso, legs, neck and hands, piercing sharp spikes into flesh. "... think very carefully what you say..."

At moment Nantego snapped out his slumber and jumped up, dropping broadleaf from his face. He was still on Grob's rowboat, in the open sea. Though they were getting closer to unknown ship with lowered blue sails.
Some people were moving on deck. "Isn't she a beauty? Eighty feet long, can carry 80 tons of cargo. Real queen of the seas!"
"Is that your ship? I do not wish to insult you, but you do not look like a captain..."
"Ohhh just lookie here who got back his humor! Ha! No i'm boaswain, but does not mean that I cannot be in love with a ship... Well we are here, just hand in here a little. AHOY! LOWER THE HOOKS!"
- shouted old man, while his lower body transformed back into human counterparts. Two ropes slowly descended two sea level, boatswain attached one of the hooks to the loop at the end of boat. [color=green="Here attach the other one to the end."[/color] - spoke Grob when handing another rope with hook to Dakelh. Once he done as he was asked, old man shouted out another command: "AHOY! LIFT US UP!"

And their ship slowly began to rise. Mooray heard some kind of machinery which was apparently lifting the boat. As the boat rose to the level of deck Grob jumped on deck and screamed: "Did you miss me guy!?!" Sometimes Nantego imagined this old man not in his late forties, but more like eighteen years old - full of youth and energy (with a beard). Five other men on deck smiled and greeted old man with hearty yo.

"GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOB!"



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A young man, around twenty five years old, curly blond hair and fancy coat with embroidering, came out from lower deck. He looked really pissed off, probably angry at boatswain, for unknown reasons. Well reasons would become clear sooner or later, but Grob looked completely carefree: "What's wrong cap't?"
"What's WRONG? We had to be in North blue YESTERDAY! First during your "leisure activities" you got locked up in prison for fighting with marine, next after I get you out of there you disappear for whole morning and bring some trash with your self (probably your drinking buddy)! IT'S NOON FOR GOD'S SAKE! ORDER THOSE FOOLS TO SET SAIL ALREADY!"
Young man let his steam off and probably felt a lot better. He was standing with hot stare piercing old man.
"Jeeez somebody needs to get laid..." - let out a joke old man and whole crew on deck started to laugh. Blond head's face became red from embarrassment.
"You heard the cap't, lazy bumps, rise anchor, lower sails, set the course! Destination - North Blue! On the double!" - Grob shot out orders like bullets, the crew without any delay started to fulfill tasks. The young man turned around without saying anything and left.
"Well... that was weird. Come here Nantego, I will introduce you my mates." - waved old man inviting fishman to come closer.
"This Sancho, he's from south blue, sailing with him for four years. This crazy guy is Bob, been on same ship for six years. This lazy ass is Koko, he's new guy here. Come over here, meet my left hand - Hodgridge, but everyone calls him Hodge. Next is "Slim" Jack, good lad and sick cards player." - Grob continued to give Dakelh a tour around deck introducing him to crew, everyone would just smile or wave and go back to their work, while Mooray just barely had time to nod or say 'Hi'.
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"Come, come, still several people left to introduce." - Grob was happy like little schoolboy, Great Spirits know why was that. Nothing the less, Nantego didn't want to say something inappropriate, so he kept quiet and smiling. Well eel fishmen did not had most "appealing" face in the open seas. "I want to meet my oldest friend Makko, I know him from time when we both were six years old! Ohh and this is his young trainee - Micky."
Makko would smile and shove his pupil to go away: "Ohhh what we have here? A FISHMAN!! I really wanted to meet one! But why did you took on ship, Brog?"
"Gahahaha he is a doctor. I has some really good stories to tell, today after dinner we will have a bottle (or more) of rum and open our hearts." - boatswain would burst in laugh and with "pat" Dakelh's back with strong slap.
"A doctor? Hahaha you a real comedian, have you talked with cap't about it? Hahaha of course not, I bet it would piss him off good". Both men burst in synchronized laugh holding their bellies to avoid "exploding".
"Ok ok, I see ya at supper table. I bet cap't has bunch of errands ready for me to ruin my day. What ever, I will show Nantego his cabinet." Both men seamed excited by something, but shaman could read it. The future still held it's secrets locked away from him, he will have to experience everything by himself - the easy or hard way.

Mooray followed old man to lower deck through several corridors. Grob quickly knocked on the door and without waiting for an invite to come in he opened doors and pushed Dakelh inside: "HEY IRWIN! PATCH UP HIS GUY! AND BTW HE IS A DOCTOR TOO! TAKE CARE OF HIM!" - after those words he quickly shut doors behind fishman's back. Nantego got a bit bewildered, as he heard fast footsteps getting father through corridor.
"ehhhh hello?" - fishman looked around, he was in small room with shelves filled with strange vials, liquids and medical instruments.
"Sit down, sit down, don't be so loud, old man on this ship can't even get a lunch nap." - small man came out from behind wardrobe. He was about 1,3 meters tall, or even less. He was way older then Grob, Nantego could not even determine his real age... more then eighty, at least. With small glasses hanging on the tip of his nose, bald head and tiny body he looked really weak and defenseless. Fishman silently sat on the nearest chair and waited for grandpa to check him.
"Ohhh we are fishmen, aren't we? I had a book about their anatomy somewhere here..." - old (really) man went to bookshelf and look for said book. "...wait, did you say that you are doctor too?"
"ehhh... yes" - Dakelh would answer with a little doubt in his voice.
"WHAT!?!? SO THOSE FOOLS DECIDED TO FINALLY GET RID OF ME?!? REALLY? THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE BALLS TO TELL IT TO MY EYES! PATHETIC FOOLS! YOU KNOW IF NOT ME, THEY WOULD HAVE DIED AGES AGO FROM SIMPLEST COLD!! OHH I REMEMBER TIME WHEN..."

And he kept on talking. Ten minutes. Half an hour. Two hours. Non stop, Mooray was afraid not to insult this old sir by showing disrespect, so he just kept on sitting and nodding to what ever Irwin said.


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The Queen of the Seas were sailing steadily across East blue, the sun was already at the horizon and has painted sky in light red color. The day was coming to it's end, but not Irwin's story. He was now telling the story of when he was six years old and was visiting his grandparents in Shell town.
Door behind Dakelh slowly and soundlessly opened. A strong arm reached for fishman's neck and with sudden motion pulled him out to corridor and put something in place on the chair. Mooray looked at his abductor and saw serious Grob's face: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh come with me, we are late for supper..."
"But what about mister doctor? Won't he miss me?" - asked fishman. Relationship on this ship was really weird, maybe it was only he, but it was something fishy here.
"Do not worry, that potato sack will draw his attention long enough for our dinner, after party and hangover next morning. Let's go, they are waiting for us." - boatswain led his new friend back to corridor from witch they came, turned left and continued till double door on the right. "Come in"
Nantego opened one side and entered - a long table for six person was in the middle of the room with chairs. It was covered with various meals and drinks, witch Dakelh has never seen before. There were three people inside: captain, Makko and his assistant. The captain was wearing new blue long coat with red embroidering, his long blond hair was tied behind. The navigator was in same clothes, as earlier today when they met. Micky stood in the corner, seemed like away from heated conversation between captain and navigator. Once Nantego entered room, everybody turned their attention to him, looked like they were surprised to see him alive:
"Ohh nice to have you both at last join our little dinner. Chef Puaro prepared something special for us tonight. Let's sit down and dig in!"




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All men took their seats, Dakelh was sitting between Grob and Makko, with plates with some unseen meals in front of him. He would wait for other to start, he did not want to be impolite. Fishman took a dip of salad with his fingers, he has never used table tools in his life and he did not knew what they were for. The taste was bad, well more likely Mooray was not used to such food - he preferred sea food, especially fish. If only he had something to spice this meal... and he had fish bones powder. He sprinkles some of it from powder pack onto his plate and continues to eat it using his hands.
"Oi oi, what did you put in your food, Nantego?" - asked curiously Makko looking at fishman's plate.
"Sorry, I did not wish to dishonor your chef, but I prefer more... sea taste... these are some fish bones powder, just to spice a food a bit."
"Can I try? Puaro is good chef, but after two years, his meals has become quite... dull."
Nantego did not object and strewn some powder over navigators plate.
"Hmmm this is not so bad, mmmm *chew* really something neeeeeeeeeeghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" - suddenly Makko grabbed his chest, his eyes popped out, face became green. His body started to convulse heavily, he dropped on the floor while white foams fell from his mouth. It did not look good. Everyone was scared, could not move. First one was Grob: he jumped to help his friend, but it was too late - eye pupils became white. "Makko!! MAKKOOOOOOO! Wake up you stinking bastard! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM, FISHMAN!"
Dakelh kneeled near motionless navigators body and started to check body for any clues what has happened to Makko. There was some strange black popped veins on neck, strange blackness in his mouth and tongue shrank so much that was nearly not visible. After short examination witch doctor was ready to give his deduction: "...he was poisoned, something was in his plate, the fish bones are not the cause of it!"
"Isn't it what culprit would say? He is fishy! Excuse me for a pun..." - spoke Micky with serious face.
"Could be, but he ate it too. Besides, when we came the table was already prepared for dinner and Chef Puaro is absent. Which is strange thing... Let's go investigate before coming to harsh conclusions. Follow me."
Captain left the room, Micky shortly after him. Grob stayed near his best friends corpse. "Grob... I'm sorry... it was really not my fault..."
Grob would pierce fishman with cold eyes, stand up without saying anything. "Save it..." - were only his words as he followed captain and navigator's assistant.

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Mooray was alone in room with corpse. Somebody is trying to set him up as scape goat. "Escape now, while it is not too late. Jump out of that window and swim away. Wait for them to go sleep and slice all their throats one by ONE! WUAHAHAHAHAHA!" - inner voice was maniacal like never before. It was not suppressed at all, something awful could go wrong if it accidentally went on rampage. "No, you are wrong! I did not do anything wrong, the cook is probably the culprit. I will go with them and clear this misunderstanding."
Dakelh was sure that it was all just "misunderstanding", and it will clear off eventually. He left the room and followed foot steps across the hallway to the kitchen. It wasn't anything special place where humans prepare their meals with pots hanging, wooden plates in shelves. Captain and Grob stood there looking around, besides them no one was there - Micky was missing.
"Where is person who prepared those meals and Makko's pupil?" - asked Nantego with a bit suspicious voice.
"I sent Micky to get doctor Irwin.... the chef is missing... search for any clues..." - spoke captain with serious tone, he looked really worried. Grob started to dig through shelves and cupboards looking for what? Poison, even if they found it, how did they plan to find if it is really what killed Makko? Nantego was not detective by profession, but it looked like he had more wealthy point of view at this moment.
"Hey... check that door on left..." Without thinking any further fishman opened small door on his left and suddenly human's body fell from inside. There was a knife stabbed deep into his back. Chef did not show any signs of life.

"Capain, Irwin is inspecting Makko's body right now. WOAH!!! That fishman killed Puaro with his favorite knife!" - like things could not go any worse, Micky entered room. Yes, he was exaggerate, but he must be really shocked from the view. Grob and captain came and looked at dead person.
"There is no blood... that means he has been in that freezer for long time... even before dinner..." - at least boatswain was on his now, relieved Mooray.
"He could have done it before dinner! Where has he been all day?! It is his job!" - started to panic young lad without any reason.
"I was with old doctor man..."
"That is not an alibi! He just could have put a sack of potatoes with face drew on it and leave to assassinate chef and put poison in all our meals!"
"Calm down. Just as everyone else on the crew. I need to look into this matter... Boatswain, come with me, I need to have a little word with you." - captain tried to calm down this heating situation. Grob and young captain left to hallway and had a little talk, but Dakelh could not hear a single word. He stood confused and scared a little. Mickey looked at him with mean eyes. He wanted him killed or locked down for eternity.
"Lad, go check the course, from now on you are ship's navigator - do your job properly. Nantego, follow me."
- spoke Grob with cold voice and left kitchen.

Mooray walked behind his new friend, or so he thought.
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Dakelh walked unknown dark corridor following Grob. Ship gently rocked over sea waves. Sun has already set below horizon. Dark mantle shrouded blue sky and small glitters poured across the night firmament. Giant white round eye hid behind gray clouds observing tonight's amusing events.

Boatswain's back never looked so wide before. "Grob... I'm really sorry for your friend.... but I'm not responsible for it..."

"Thank you... I know that it could not have been you, but the idea that one of the crew could be responsible for this treachery makes me really angry.. and sad at the same time. I thought that they are... "were" my friends, that I knew them... but this... I'm speechless... ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHH!" - soon they came to room filled with crates.
"Look, don't think ill of me, captain asked me to "keep" safe until this crime is revealed, though I don't like him, but he is right... Just stay put, I will come to pick you up in the morning."
Grob picked up chain with cuffs from one of boxes and put them on Mooray wrists.
"I do not understand... am I prisoner?" - confused asked fishman with doubt in his voice.
"I'm really sorry... I will be back soon..."
Old man left room and locked doors behind himself. Nantego was alone in dark room.

"HA HA HA HA HA ohhhh HAHAHA! Ohhhh the irony! Ready to answer my question now? HAHAHAHAHA!"[/gray]



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Why did even Dakelh followed Grob to his ship? Why in then name of Great Spirits, boatswain saved Mooray from dark depths of sea? He did not knew answer to any of these questions. It looked like... it looked like he was guided by some higher powers... no it can't be.
Suddenly doors opened and muscular build man entered room. He was Hodgridge, Nantego remembered him from time Grob introduced them on deck.
Man found stable looking crate and sat on it: "So... what are you in for?"

This question again. "Sorry, I do not understand... did you come to kill me?" - Dakelh noticed dagger hanging on his belt.
"Whaaaaaaaat? HA HA ... No no no, if you mean my dagger, it is a gift from my father. He was a sailor and got it for me from Alabastra. Quite a treasure, huh? So... Grob said that you are not responsible for Makko's and Puaro's death, but send me here to make sure that if someone were to die tonight you had a solid alibi, cheer up. Boatswain shall peel that bastard's skin and feed it to sharks! HA HA HA HA!" - it looked like Hodgridge was having fun, somehow he seemed very similar in personality to Grob.

Nantego remained silent. He did not understand why person which he met only today would take care of him this much. He never experienced such care and friendship before. Yes, he was in a crew, a captain in fact, but they were more like rivals and if fishman showed a slightest sign of weakness they were get rid off without mercy. But suddenly a closer memories flooded Mooray's mind, a time when he was happy, a time when he was carefree and time when he lost it all to murderous marines.

Was it long day's events or painful memories, but sooner or later tiredness took it's toll and send Nantego to deep and relaxing sleep on rocking wooden floor on queen on seas.
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"Remember time when we found that orphan on a small boat in the middle of the sea? Remember how scared he was? Remember how loud he cried for help? Remember how bloody your hands were? Ohh good times, I still sometimes feel taste of human blood in my mouth..."

Dakelh slowly opened his eyes and found himself in same room he went to sleep, but strangely Hodgridge was not here. He wanted to stretch his arms a little and get rid of final drops of sleep, but soon found that hands were still cuffed and prevented him from doing easing his morning. Fishman sat there leaning to a large box and bluntly observed wall in front. Wall looked sturdy and dirty, probably it has seen a lot of cargo up till this day.

Room's door slowly opened, a person silently creeped inside and sat in front of Nantego, leaning at the wall which he was looking into. It was Hodgridge. He still had his dagger attached to belt, his face looked pale, as if he was afraid of something, as if something scared him to near heart attack. "I... Grob... he... sorry... I can't... speak now..." It looked like he wanted to say something, but his mind was in disorder, complete chaos.
"Calm your mind, human... where is Grob? He said he will be free in the morning..." After Mooray's words Hodgridge bursted into tears, all this time he was trying to take over emotions, but he failed: "Grob *sniff* he was found dead in his cabin... fucking kitchen knife in his heart. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Dakelh stood up and walked out of room without saying anything to crying man. He barely remembered where to go, but eventually he came to kitchen. Captain was there, drinking some kind of liquor, looking it is the end of the world. "Ohhh it is you Nantego... do you bring a bad luck or something?" - he got a bit surprised when he noticed that he is not alone anymore.
"I do not understand..."
"Sorry, it was a bad joke... you will probably want to see him, right? Follow me..."
Captain took the bottle with himself and left through of doors. Without any doubt Mooray followed him, that moment he understood that he never heard captain's name, nor that anyone called him by one.
"We are here, his body is still in inside. If you don't mind I will stand here in corridor..." - spoke he and took gulp from bottle, he was getting drunk.

Nantego opened doors and stepped inside cabin. A human's body was lying on the floor covered with white robes, there is a red stain on top where human's heart is supposed to be. He could not believe, Grob was dead, the person who cared for his sorry and useless ass, but strangest thing is that he did not feel pain in his heart. Mooray kneels and lifts robe to see what really happened to boatswain while fishman was chain in storeroom. There was nothing what captain did not mention - knife was stabbed into heart from below, slow and painful death. Criminal probably stood there and held his mouth closed till it was over, second - it was someone who Grob trusted and allowed to come close to him.

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Fishman went through Grob's pockets searching for certain item - a key. Sadly it was not there. Dakelh stood up and looked around room once again: cabin seemed like after tornado, papers were threw all over, seemed like somebody was searhing for something in this room. Something glittering caught witch doctor's eyes on the work table. After pushing papers on the ground, a key was revealed. Mooray picked it up and unlocked cuffs, they dropped on the ground with loud noise. Captain immediately responded to it:
"Hey, is everything alright in there?"
"Yes... did the murderer make all this mess in room? What could he have been searching?" - inquired fishman while opening one of drawers and going through all the papers inside it.
"Ehhh, no. Actually, it looked most of the time like this. Grob was not the most orderly person in the seas..."
Dakelh did not reply, as he found very interesting picture among papers. A picture of Grob and Makko on board of ship, the strangest thing was that boatswain was wearing captains hat - they both were really young. The picture could have been taken more then 15 years ago, or so fishman believed. Without putting too much into consideration, he folded it in half and put into his one of pockets on belt. Was he becoming sentimental? Could be, it is hard to explain what feelings were brewing inside him - hate, despair, disappointment, sadness, hopelessness and several more.

Captain was still there in corridor, leaning to the wall and sipping his alcohol. Dakelh silently left the scene of murder and stood next to captain, who's name he did not knew yet. "What will happen next?"
"... that is a tough question. I guess we will continue the journey and hope no one dies and once we reach port in North blue - it will be all over for this scum. Marines will get to the bottom of this mystery!" -spoke captain, but Mooray did not feel real enthusiasm in his voice to capture this murderer.
"Do you actually believe that marines will be able to help? They will lock every single one of you in prison and will torture until someone confeses. After that marines will execute the "criminal" and bury this whole even under deep pile of trash, so that no one can ever find out real motives and culprit..." - fishman was pissed off, the mentioning of marines was the last drop. "Gather all crew members in one place and I will be able to point out who is cold blooded killer..."
"What... wait, it is not necessary..." -but it was too late, as Nantego already went onward and telling everyone he meets to come to top deck and catch this criminal.


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It was noon, wind was a bit cold. Men on deck were feeling a bit chilly, while waiting for everyone to gather, or what remained. Apparently Grob was like soul of crew - none of seamen smiled, or looked happy. As if, they lost their father or mother, not a boatswain. For fishman it was a little hard to comprehend, he did not new how he should feel towards the man who saved him from death at bottom of the sea - obliged, grateful, or ignorant. Because he did not ask to help in his worthless existence, but on other hand while living with Shalkgdan tribe, he was taught that every person must share their well being with other creatures and it included all creatures, even the smallest ones. As a witch doctor he once gave vow to try to cure every person and meet them with open hands. But what happened to his pure and innocent side? Trashed and trampled by marines, as they slain every man, child and woman of Shalkgdan tribe. Was he ruthless now? Was he merciless now? Was he bloodthirsty of every marine? Was back to his past doings?

No. He was a new man - not the same, as back then, but also not as innocent as he was in tribe. Nor black, nor white, but - grey. A creature between day and night, habitant of dusk.

Dakelh looked around, there was over thirty men gathered on deck, even old man doctor came, who was apparently having a discussion with a barrel this moment. The last one to come was captain:
"Are we all here, men?" - asked he.
"Aye....." - from single word which crew uttered in chorus, any man could make deduction that they were extremely sad. It was time. Nantego, the Tide Water, stood up, walked in front of all crew, and spoke:
"The killer is on this deck. He is among us..."

Edited by WolfZ, Dec 27 2010, 08:42 AM.
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