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Huskies can fly. By Jawjee.

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Jawjee:
3 days passed with no trace of them. I assumed they were dead. I managed to find some food, and devoured all of it. I was starving. I had no intention of waiting more in there, I had to get out of there. But there was something...off with the steering wheel. It just didn't feel fine to get close to it. I thought it might be because of losing my trusty crew, and it was all my fault... I circled around it for 2 hours, inspecting it closely. I wanted to leave that place, but I didn't want to touch the steering wheel. Thankfully, I was saved from losing my mind by a loud crashing noise, a powerful bump that made the ship spin around like a ballerina. I didn't hesitate at all, I hung on the steering wheel tightly, yelling loudly, almost crying. The ship was spinning way too fast, making me feel sick. Though, the spinning stopped all of a sudden, just like it started. I was so dizzy, I had to keep the wheel tight in my arms for around 2 minutes. I heard laughter, and I knew exactly who was laughing. The guy in the black and red suit, Deadpool...and Affrayer. I was confused, scared, and angry at the same time. I slowly crawled towards the edge of the ship, and looked down, only to see another pyramidion right below. Both Deadpool and Affrayer looked at me, and laughed even harder when they saw my face.

Deadpool: Coldcurse sent us to make sure your rear is fine...It looks fine to me.
Affrayer: It was my idea to use mines.
Jawjee: YOU ALMOST KILLED ME.
Deadpool: You're not dead, are you?
Jawjee: Physically, no. Psychically, yes.
Affrayer: You seem to be able to talk, think and scream. You're okay.

I just sighed and facepalmed.

Jawjee: So uh, I would like to know why you guys abandoned me here like this.
Deadpool: I would like to know why you listened to Coldcurse's message.
Jawjee: I wanted to leave this place, but...
Affrayer: The steering wheel right?

I was shocked, he knew. He knew what I didn't know. I wanted to know.

Jawjee: WAIT, YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?
Affrayer: Well, it's haunted. Coldcurse crushed many skulls against that wheel.
Jawjee: Yeah, funny, the truth now please.
Deadpool: Actually, that is the truth. I helped him to do so many times. Did you never wonder why it is so red? Or did you think it's made of red wood?
Affrayer: That's why Coldcurse sent us to get you. He remembered about the wheel, and asked me nicely to change it.
Jawjee: Change it?
Affrayer: Yeah, you know, replace it.
Jawjee: Oh...

Deadpool's ship was gaining altitude, slowly getting at the same altitude as the ship I was on. Affrayer just hoped on, and with a spanner he went for the steering wheel. He was unscrewing the nut bolts at a quick pace. He was done in less than 2 minutes, replacing the entire wheel with a new one.

Affrayer: This one is from Lockheart, a gift for you. But don't tell him I took it from his cabin when he was away. I thought it looked awesome so uh...ya know.
Deadpool: Pfhah, I won mine at a game of poker. Everyone was betting money and what not, but there was a guy that decided to bet his ship's steering wheel. It was really awesome looking so uh...I decided to play some poker.
Jawjee: And?
Deadpool: And I won.
Affrayer: He won because there were no players left.
Jawjee: Did they leave or what?
Deadpool: Yeah, they left this world. As soon as they placed their cards down, I took my pistol out and killed all of them...Great memories...
Affrayer: Eyup, I was there, I had to help him with the wheel. I mean, there had to be someone to help with dropping it on someone's foot.
Deadpool: We're not allowed in around...80% of the bars.
Affrayer: But we're going there anyway.
Jawjee: So...may I ask, what are your jobs?
Deadpool: I'm a mercenary.
Affrayer: I'm just an universal helper, but I'd rather help Deadpool kill people than change the oil in the engines.

Everything was set, the steering wheel looked brand new, and had a natural wood smell.

Deadpool: Oh and I almost forgot...That Pyramidion is now yours. Coldcurse now has a Junker.
Affrayer: For now...
Jawjee: M-mine? It can't be like that. I mean, I already lost a ship...and an entire crew.
Deadpool: And I lost 10 minutes, doing nothing but talking to you. Saddle up and let's move out.
Jawjee: I can't...I'll just crash the ship into something.
Deadpool: Listen, I'm going to teach you how to be a marvelous pilot, but for now, you'll do as I say, AND YOU'LL PILOT THE DAMN PYRAMIDION BECAUSE WE HAVE TO GO. Just follow my lead.
Affrayer: Oh and, here Husky Boy.

Affrayer tossed me a pair of fine leather gloves.

Affrayer: Lockheart will have a heart attack when he'll notice a lot of his stuff missing.
Deadpool: He might be dead by now.
Jawjee: Alright, let's get out of here, I'm starving.
Affrayer: Deadpool, I'll just make sure this ship doesn't suddenly combust.
Deadpool: Yeah, take care of our rookie.
Affrayer: AND OFF WE GO.

End of part 6.

Jawjee:
Jawjee: So, Affrayer, what do you know about...everybody?
Affrayer: Depends, I may know everything, or nothing at all.
Jawjee: I'm talking about Coldcurse, Lockheart, and the others.
Affrayer: Hmm?
Jawjee: I'd enjoy to know more about you first.
Affrayer: There is not a lot to tell about myself.
Jawjee: Everything matters.
Affrayer: Well, I was born in Starostrog, it's a pretty bad place. My family had problems with money, so I decided to join the Mercantile Army. I hated every second there. Those guys wanted excelence, and had no mercy towards no one. Well, the short story, we were once sent to scout some areas, and ended up in a storm. The ship was torn apart by the storm,and it ended up in the Middle Plains. I was the only survivor, after the ship crashed. Thankfully, there was Coldcurse and his men. He was fighting some bandits, and I decided to just grab the closest working gun, that being the artemis, and shoot the crap out of the bandits. Luckily the ship was placed in such a way to have a great arc at shooting above. Huzzah, the end.
Jawjee: So he saved you afterwards?
Affrayer: Yeah, he thought I should be repayed for helping him. And that's how I ended up here.
Jawjee: Well, at least you're alive.

The discussion was silent for a while. We didn't say anything at all. I was following Deadpool's ship at a safe speed, remembering what that madman could do. It was getting late pretty quick. Soon, it was really hard for me to spot Deadpool's ship through the pitch black darkness. The sky was all covered in clouds. Black, thick clouds. We needed to get to safety, before a storm would get to us. Affrayer went in the back, trying to arm the flare gun.

Affrayer: This flare is all jammed. What the crap happened to it?
Jawjee: Remember the mine?
Affrayer: Oh yeah. Why did you fly into a mine again?
Jawjee: Are you serious? Just repair the damn gun, I can't see Deadpool anymore. I can't even hear his engines over mine.
Affrayer: Stop the engines for a bit...
And so I did, things got dead silent in no time. Was this another bad joke?
Affrayer: We're lost. Very lost. And we're not alone.
Indeed, we were not alone, even I was able to smell it. There was something big around us.
After a minute Affrayer got the flare gun working, launching a flare without hesitation, only to reveal 6 ships around us. I saw the emblem on the ships. Fjord Baronies.
Fjord Soldier: Well, well, well, look what we've got here. Exactly who we were looking for. And look, he has a friend with him.
Affrayer: Jawjee, we ain't getting away this time.

I was all tense, ready to strike a few hits, but had no time, as a hammer striked my head first, knocking me out.
We were taken away. They left my ship fly away with no pilot, and locked us into a small galleon chamber until we got to the destination.
It was a small military camp, with huge concrete walls. I knew what was going to happen to us pretty soon. Execution. For some reason,
me and Affrayer got locked in different cells. Things happened really fast, as Affrayer escaped without me even knowing. I heard alarms,
but it was too late, he really escaped. He got through the walls, all alone, leaving me alone, waiting for my death.
At that very moment, I gave up on all hope, but I quickly regained it. If Affrayer can escape, so can I.
I'd just need to know my surroundings...I will escape.

End of part 7.

Jawjee:
Think fast...think fast...I have, about 1 hour left to get the hell out of here. For some reason, the guards are not here. Those bastards are most probably waiting outside, for my execution. The bars are very solid, probably won't break too soon. The walls seem new. God, I'll break everyone's face if I get out. Maybe, a good hit applied in the right spot will just make the damn cell fall apart. Okay, to hell with it. I'll kick the crap out of the damn bars.

Jawjee: Funny thing was that only a kick did the trick. It must've been embarassing for them to find out I managed to break out right after getting arested.
Lockheart: What happened afterwards?
Jawjee: Well...There were 2 ways out of that chamber, the entrance, and the backdoor. But I assumed they were both guarded.
Lockheart: ...So?
Jawjee: I escaped through the roof. It was perfectly horizontal, thankfully. Aaaaaaand, on the edges of both sides, were 3 musketeers ready to shoot whoever tried to escape and sneak out through the entrance or back door.
Lockheart: How the hell did you get out through the roof anyway?
Jawjee: A small trapdoor, some powerful legs and a lot of luck.
Lockheart: A lot of luck? How so?
Jawjee: Right when I jumped and broke the trap door...because aparently it was locked...Some of the troops were
training, using lochnagar rounds on their flaks. I don't know, they must've thought it was the projectile that made all the noise.
Lockheart: You truly were lucky...and what did you do after that?
Jawjee: Well, It was hard for me to sneak out with that many guards around, so I decided to neutralize the guards facing the back door. Oh, and, thanks for the training. You know, about fighting dirty? I grabbed the left guy's head, and the right's one aswell, and guess what? BOOP! they collided with the middle head.
Lockheart: Well, still, how the hell did you get out of there?
Jawjee: I'll get there... They were all distracted for the preparation to execute me...So not everyone was paying attention to people passing by. Best way to get out? Disguise! I stole the clothes of one of the musketeers, and quickly changed mine with his...The only problem was having to hide the tails. One of the musketeers had a back bag full of food...which served me well.
*everyone chuckles*
Jawjee: But I used it to hide my tails, cutting the end of it, stuffing my tails in it, putting the bag over the shoulder...and the bag looked pretty normal, you know, like a food bag. I thought they wouldn't really pay attention to every single detail. But then I remembered...Tails, hidden.
Muzzle?
Affrayer: Yeah...You should've seen what he did about that...
Lockheart: Wait a second, how do you know?
Deadpool: Well, me and Affrayer were waiting right outside the walls, planning to invade the encampement. We were so close to the wall, we were able to go to..."nature's call" on it. That's what I did.
Affrayer: And he made a lovely yellow icecycle on it.
Jawjee: As I was saying...I had to hide my muzzle too, so I had to sneak in again, and look for some helmets. I found plenty...that were heavy as a galleon, ugly as hell, and simply too big. My ears were killing me due to the weight of that damned helmet. I just got out using the backdoor, and headed straight to the gate, which was guarded by about...20 swordsmen. And by the looks of it, the gate would have taken 1 minute to open enough for me to pass through. I was passing by troops, dogs, and what not. No one seemed to care of how I looked. But when I got to the gate, they asked me for my authority pass. I began searching in the jacket's pockets, and found a colonel pass. Those bloody bastards that don't work, and only point guns at the entrances are most probably high ranked it seems... They looked at me pretty dubious, and asked for my reason to why I'm leaving. I think I said something like "I need to inspect the outer walls."
Lockheart:...And?
Jawjee: Could you stop asking so many times? I'll get to it soon. They looked at each other and wondered why the hell would a colonel want to check the outer walls... But they opened the gate.
Deadpool: And then, the fun began.

Affrayer was laughing as hard as he could.

Jawjee: Yeah...the gate was opening, I had like, 20 more seconds to wait, until I remarked something terrifying...A pyramidion heading full speed towards the gate.
I was petrified. Running would have given away my identity, not moving would have granted me my death.
Deadpool: Surprisingly, you're alive!
Jawjee: The gate was broken in a split second, bits of iron were flying everywhere, killing a few troops that were playing cards. The ship stopped 1 meter away from me. Its nose was poiting right towards my head. Lucky, ain't I? Affrayer started shooting the gatling at random troops, yelling "GIVE US OUR PET BACK YOU PESTS". Everyone was panicking, running, trying to arm the cannons. Deadpool jumped down, saw me, punched my face once, took me on his shoulders, got back up on his ship and started threatening everyone. "If you won't give us our guy, we'll kill this colonel of yours, with brutal spankings." Right at that moment, a guard got out of the jail, and sounded  the alarm. "THE PRISONER IS GONE, HE ESCAPED". Deadpool then threw me off the ship, got back on the helm, and went full speed backwards. Upon the impact, I lost the helmet, the bag was all ripped apart, the jacket was kapoot. Deadpool then realized the guy he threw off, was me, and went full speed ahead, again. "Don't worry Jawjee, we shall save you!". That poiting nose almost impaled me...again.
Deadpool: I wouldn't kill you, pet.
Jawjee: I'm no pet, now shhh. I jumped, and got back on. Deadpool turned the ship around and smoged everyone. Then we ran away.
Lockheart: Why does this escape sound so...easy?
Deadpool: Maybe because it was? We only broke the gate, had some fun, got the pet, turned around, smog, smog, smog, and run?
Jawjee: We, well, we managed to escape the camp, but we were followed by some galleons.
Affrayer: That collided with every single rock we dodged.
Deadpool: Jawjee was screaming for his life "Aaaah, Deadpool, save my precious butt and I shall make you the king of my kingdom, aaaah.", while Affrayer was having a lot of fun:
"Wooooo, slowpokes, come and get me!"
Jawjee: ...I didn't say anything like that.
Deadpool: Yes, you did.
Jawjee: No I didn't.
Deadpool: Oh ja, you did.
Affrayer: Well, he did scream something like "I DON'T WANNA DIE, I DON'T WANNA DIE, SAVE ME, SAVE ME~ GET ME OUT OF HERE AND I'LL GIVE YOU HALF OF MY KINGDOM, BUT GET ME OUT OF HERE, ALIVE!"
Jawjee: ...I didn't say all that either...except for the half of the kingdom thing.
Deadpool: I accept!
Jawjee: I wasn't serious though.
Deadpool: I was, I demand half husky icy frozen empty kingdom!
Jawjee: We'll find something...
Lockheart: You do know that now, we are going to be hunted down for helping you run away, right? *Lockheart was poiting at me*. Plus, I might be going to lose everything I have.
Deadpool: You already did, me and Affrayer went all in at poker, betting on your stuff.
Lockheart: Oh, I suppose that's not th- WHAT?!
Coldcurse: Don't worry, you'll always have a home, here, with us.
Lockheart: Oh lord...please kill me.

End of part 8.

Jawjee:
Coldcurse: We've been flying west for a long while now, are you sure we haven't passed over it?
Hearing that question, I gave Coldcurse a long serious glare.
Jawjee: It's a damn ice kingdom. A huge one. If we've passed over it, there are chances that: A. We're blind. B.The kingdom moved, which is not...you know, possible. Or C. You haven't been flying the right way.
Coldcurse: You're calling me a bad pilot? How about you do it, Big-mouth-small-hands?
Jawjee: I would rather not. Would you like us all to die? Yeah, thought so.
I could hear Deadpool in the background yelling for no reason.
Deadpool: DEAAAAAAAAAAATH.
Of course, all the yelling got Lockheart out of his minds.
Lockheart: MIND IF YOU'D SHUT UP?
Deadpool: Yes, I would mind. Mind if I'd steal your tea?
Lockheart: Ugh, you dumbwit. I'm done with all your crap! Said Lockheart going back into his cabin, slamming the door behind him.
Deadpool: I think I got the princess mad. BUT NO WORRIES PRINCESS, WE HAVE A PRINCE FOR YOU!
I knew he was referring to me.
Caramel: If a day could go without all the yelling and idiocy, I'd be impressed.
Coldcurse: And I'd be impressed if I weren't going to give you more work for calling it "idiocy". Go mop the deck.
Almyra: All done.
Coldcurse: Get it dirty and clean it again.
All this has been going for a while, everyone was arguing, annoying each other, while I was trying to spot anything through the thick fog. I did, but only when it collided with us. A Junker. Coldcurse was staring at it with joy, Lockheart let out a girly scream upon the impact, Deadpool was mocking him, Caramel and Almyra kept yelling at Coldcurse, more yells came from the other ship.
"ON A BAG OF POTATOS WHO BE THE CARROT WHO RUINED THIS RUIN?"
"YEAH, YOU BIG PILE OF DI--CHICKENS!"
"I CRY EVERYTIME."
"Don't start a war we can't win you morons."
For sure, this wasn't no Baronies ship, or crew. I was waiting for them to board us or us to board them. This is one long journey...

End of part 9.

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