As Old Seadog's body fell on floor, with crimson blood staining the floor beneath him.
"Target eliminated!"
"Received 200 Exp!"
"Obtained information on the skill Vital Strike!"
As Alex saw the information he didn't have any change in expression. His gaze turned back to the body of Old Seadog. Alex looked that the steel longsword stained with blood and the only thing running through his head was, "I'm suprised that worked. I must say I'm still not use to this."
No matter how many times he did this, he would never get use to it. He got up off the bed and picked up Old Seadog's corpse. He exited the room with the body over his shoulder and dumped it overboard.
Alex took a look back at his room and could see the blood on the floor, as well as smell it. If he left it this entire ship would smell of blood. He couldn't do anything about the smell but he could at least clean the blood. He left and came back with a mop and a old bucket filled with water.
He could feel the cold night air embrace him when he got back outside. He knew that when they went back to the harbour, he would not have any ability to continue to rule over the pirates. "Call familiar," he said softly. A small black bird approached Alex, it was a raven.
He extended his hand out reaching for the bird. The creature landed on his arm and made a croaking sound. Alex starred into the creature's small beedy eyes and said, "I need you to go to Jon and tell him to meet me at the docks."
The bird made another croaking sound and then flew away. Alex stayed for a second watching the bird fly away before heading back to his room. In morning Alex was woken up by a sudden shout. He got out of bed and made his way outside.
What he saw was most of the pirates standing near the deck yelling and shouting in excitement. He got closer and moved the people in his way. He saw a fight between two pirates. Alex was confused and didn't have an information.
Suddenly he grabbed a pirate next to him. "Why are they fighting?" Alex asked as he pointed at the two men that were engaged in a fist fight. The pirate had a frightened look on his face. "They-they are fighting because Hentry stole something from Edward."
Alex was even more confused by those names. He never bothered to learn any of the pirates names. He looked beyond them and saw the docks in the distance. He simply decided not to bother with their conflict and left.
He walked back to his room and shut the door behind him. He sat quietly on the bed with no distractions or noise. As he got ready, he started channelling his magic. Once his mind was clear and he could feel the magical energy running through his vain he spoke.