Chapter 141 Vice Captain Me!
On Linwell's ship: Second Vessel
Planting their boots on captain Linwell's second vessel with their presence felt, the two gunslingers are met instantly with a whole slew of pirates with their weapons at the ready. Beining the aggressor as perusal, Rint waste no time in advancing toward the hoard of Scally wags, in quick fashion as he turns his gold hand into a long thick and shiny gold long sword, Rint says as he opens his mouth as he cuts through a good margin of the forces in front of him with no issue, I know I could have just shot all you ugly bastards dead. But I feel like giving my handsome limbs some exercise today.
Eyeing his straightforward comrade with a hint of apprehensiveness, Pap says, aw shucks there goes Rint just killing with no sense of mercy. Can we ever just travel without taking lives at least once. After making his comment, four hulkingly massive pirates rush at Pap with ravenous eyes, contradicting himself, pulling out his green pistol with the quickness of gas leaving someone's ass, Pap launches off four good speedy hot pieces of lead from his firearm, darting at their respective targets with no error at all, the bullets then pierce through each of the four heavy rapscallions' chests violently on impact, bursting their hearts instantaneously.
Holding his gun with the muzzle pointed up as he looks at the four dead men, Pap says with a dorky face expression, phew that was close. those huge men almost got close to me. Moving all around like an ice skater roaming around in an ice rink, slashing away at every pirate that he comes in contact with, showing signs of being bored at taking the souls out of the fodder pirates on his face, Rint says in an unenthusiastic tone, this is getting fucking tiresome. Is there no one in this crew that's not dog shit cannon fodder for me to handsomely challenge on this ship.
Making his wish come true, as a voice of a young man with a Scottish tone to his voice yells out, OI! ORANGE, GREEN HAIRED GUNSLINGER! IF IT'S A CHALLENGE YOU WANT! Jumping off from a top the large mast of the second vessel as a figure blocks out the sun for a moment as he descends down, right as he's about to plummet where Rint is, pulling out a blade from his sheath from his right side, feeling the presence of something coming down on top of him, cutting down one more grunt, Rint immediately turns and collides blades with the strange newcomer on the ship.
Feeling the weight of this new foe's thick blade on his, Rint says with an itching for a fight type of smirk showing on his face, and who the fuck might you be? Brimming with elation coming from his vocal cords, the young burly Scotsman says with vigor in his tone, vice-captain Me is me name!
End of Chapter 141