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“Thank God, you’re OK!” cried out the young man knelt over Flashy’s body. He lowered himself to embrace the bloody and beaten pirate. “I prayed for your life and you returned.”
“Prayed, eh?” Flashy’s eyes were languid and cold. “Such a waste of time on a man such as myself…” Flashy whimpered.
“No! Prayer is never wasted! Prayers always go heard when they are given with all your heart. It’s just like Father…”the young man was cut off by the voice of a slowly approaching shadow.
“Are you OK?” Garrinski asked, standing over both men. Flashy didn’t meet the concerned look with any form of acknowledgement other than a weak nod. He attempted to roll over to his side, but this just caused him to tense up from the terrible wound on his back. “Relax, we’ll help you up.” Garrinski stated. Nicholas was already at the smaller man’s side lifting him up. “What exactly happened here today?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know much.” said the young one. His light brown eyes jostled around in his head as if to search for the appropriate response. “They came from the south, and had us surrounded before I even came outside. Everyone gathered in the main hall and just waited. We heard the screams coming from outside and then a few minutes later, Th-they came in. That man, the captain, he killed them all, one by one.” the young man’s eyes began to sadly reflect after this statement, before he looked back at Garrinski. “But then you people came, and saved me. I don’t mean to be intrusive, but what were you doing way out here? You don’t seem like a commercial or military crew.”
“We’re actually traveling to find someone right now, for a friend of ours,” Garrinski said. Sam grinned a bit at this comment and began collecting his accoutrements. “But who are you and where were you heading?”
“Oh, forgive me please. My name is Solo. Solo Noten. I’m um, well sort of a…traveler of sorts.” Solo said. His hand was nervously stroking the back of his head, as he stumbled upon his words. “Well, I do travel, but not really. I mean it’s like this. I sorta go around and help people with their problems. Not problems I mean, like help them find God. Geez, I can’t remember what he called it. It’s like…”
Solo was cut off once again. “Ah, you’re a missionary. But, aren’t you a little young to be doing such work?” Garrinski questioned. Solo formed a weak smile and proceeded to laugh in the same suit.
“Yeah…I don’t really know how they reached that consensus either, but it’s a great honor! I know I’m the youngest to be sent from the monastery, it’s just that I had…to…leave.” Solo quickly changed his tone to a more joyful one. “I must give you my eternal gratitude though for saving me. He really does provide in the most mysterious ways. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, as you can see I’m sort of out of transportation and I could really use some help. I mean, uhhh, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble I’d really appreciate…I understand if you don’t have room or anything, it’s just that…”
“You’re welcome to come with us, until you reach an appropriate destination.” Garrinski said. He began to laugh at the younger man’s attempt of persuasion. “I certainly hope for your sake, you’re better at converting than you are at asking for safe passage.”
“We need to leave now.” Vash stated coldly as he made his way back towards the Legacy. “We’re still nearly a week from the island and I from the swordsman’s ragged breathing I can tell his situation has only worsened.”
The Legacy crew collected and salvaged what they could from the deck of the passenger ship, before making their way aboard their ship. Before they could clear the empty transport vessel a voice called out from atop the ship’s cabin.
“Wait.” came the familiar voice.
“Well it’s about time you come out.” Garrinski announced, turning to the man standing atop the ship’s roof. “I take it you could use a working ship as well.”
The man who stood on top of the passenger ship now looked on the Legacy crew with a blank impassive stare. Deep blue eyes, rigidly locked onto Garrinski’s immobile form. In the dark encroaching evening glow, the man’s dark brown hair was nearly indistinguishable except when it’s curly strands would blow across his face. He was certainly a larger man, taller than most. His clothing was all simply tailored, except for the murky jacket he wore. In his hand was a large metal case and across his chest a black strap.
“I’d be much appreciative if I could accompany you.” came a voice to everyone’s ears. It didn’t sound distant, or from the man who now stood alone, but all except Garrinski seemed to be baffled by the mysterious voice.
“That’s quite the interesting talent you have their,” Garrinski said to the statuesque man.
Red slowly began to understand the meaning of this comment. “You mean, this man…”
“Yes. I’ve been watching your crew since you came to this ship’s aid. I know you have no ill intentions. At least not at the moment” the voice calmly came again.
“If I may ask…”Garrinski stopped his vocalization and continued to ponder on the rest of his question.
“You may address me as ‘Ray’ if you need.” came Ray’s actual voice to the distant ears before him.
“Another person made it.” whispered Solo to himself, looking on in amazement at the other survivor before him.
The Legacy crew members each had their own way of showing their interest in the ship’s new passengers while others had none.
“We should make haste now, Mr. Garrinski. Mr. Flashy is still in critical need of medical treatment and I’m sure Mr. Sam could also use some rest.” Nicholas said. He carried Flashy back aboard the Legacy with Crazy in tow.
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Topic: The Legacy: Chapter 15 - Survival of the Frontier
Posted on April 25, 2009 18:54
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