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200 word drabble: The Scrolls
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avatar_500 prompt #30, Pirate.
Summary: Stealing from thieves is liberation.
The Scrolls
The ship darts through the water, throwing itself into the waves. “Hey captain!” The first mate hands the spyglass over and points to them, the moon and the waves on the sails shining in the sunlight.
He chuckles. “Good work. Men! Prepare to intercept!”
They swing on the ropes and slam down the planks, and scramble onto the Water Tribe ship. The tribesmen rush to meet them, weapons high, and the pirate captain turns to them. “This unpleasantness can all be avoided if you just hand over your valuables.”
The Water Tribe captain spits on the deck of his own ship and turns his head to an old, smiling man. The water around the ship goes suddenly horribly calm, and the pirate captain freezes.
One master waterbender and a couple of his students, and they were in the middle of the ocean, at his mercy.
A chill goes over all of them. A shudder runs through the whole crew, and the black water around them looks so, so cold. They wait for the wave to wash them away.
The arrow buries itself in the old master’s neck. The blood spurts, and he falls. The captain smiles. “Now, about your valuables...”
avatar_500 prompt #30, Pirate.Summary: Stealing from thieves is liberation.
The Scrolls
The ship darts through the water, throwing itself into the waves. “Hey captain!” The first mate hands the spyglass over and points to them, the moon and the waves on the sails shining in the sunlight.
He chuckles. “Good work. Men! Prepare to intercept!”
They swing on the ropes and slam down the planks, and scramble onto the Water Tribe ship. The tribesmen rush to meet them, weapons high, and the pirate captain turns to them. “This unpleasantness can all be avoided if you just hand over your valuables.”
The Water Tribe captain spits on the deck of his own ship and turns his head to an old, smiling man. The water around the ship goes suddenly horribly calm, and the pirate captain freezes.
One master waterbender and a couple of his students, and they were in the middle of the ocean, at his mercy.
A chill goes over all of them. A shudder runs through the whole crew, and the black water around them looks so, so cold. They wait for the wave to wash them away.
The arrow buries itself in the old master’s neck. The blood spurts, and he falls. The captain smiles. “Now, about your valuables...”
