The captain cursed several times. So much fighting spirit. He hoped the boy would survive and suddenly he didn't know why it matters so much. But the little boy for some reason was still there, next to the mainmast, without any reaction. What slowed you down?
Richard Morgan's mind wandered. He remembered the wreckage of Glenhouse Castle after the attack. It was hell on earth unbearable of scorched flames that didn't exist in the place and yet Blackwill. Liliana was dead. He was desperately looking for his little son. Kassuim was still a child.
They were about to leave the place. He walked through what has left of the castle's majestic hall himself, coughing and gasping from the smoke that had burned his lungs when he'd seen it. The child's eyes were too big in the child's face smeared with soot and trapped between the flames. Rick tried in every way to persuade the little one to come closer, but nothing seemed to arouse greater attention, wide-eyed with fear until he finally managed to rescue him. The shocked child trembled and gasped breathlessly in his arms.
"Come on, kid. Don't look into the fire and just jump!"
- I told the boy to abandon ship.- Cornor was irritated. - I can guarantee a good lashing...
And Richard Morgan growled before cursing loud and clear, displaying pure fury in his six feet tall. The Spanish were detestable. A guy of the worst kind. He does drugs and steals everything. To be nothing more than an unscrupulous thief. He had nothing against Thalagar and his Ja Cornor... In general, the Spaniard preferred the company of young men, although he did not dispense with the pleasures of a woman. He was Philip Morgan's favorite lover, his great love. Curse. That kid sure knew that to piss off that damn vulture. Or else he had the sadistic interest arousing that man. And the idea of repudiation. They weren't reasons like Will's worries. Where the hell was Zagorra?
Another explosion and the captain recoiled from the intensity of the flames, issuing orders.
-Check for survivors and collect.
- But, captain! Cornor cursed his luck. – The boy is probably dead.
Rick heard nothing. The Estrela is too close to the schooner and her wreckage is sinking. A temerity Wreckage through the air and the sea was a heap of boards and sails and cables and wood. He then saw. The little boy in a swinging leap propelled his body into the dark, icy waters of the Ravlen Sea. Hurt. He returned with double fury at Cornor.
- Can you explain to me the reason for leaving the boy there? Where the hell is Zagorra? he growled furiously at Michael's resigned gaze.
-I didn't abandon the good-for-nothing brat. When I put me...
Rick Morgan's hands gripped the corner of his shirt collar, sending his sanity flying or remaining. The first breathed between gulps suspended in the several inches, feet dangling.
- I usually only worn once. - The captain hissed. His eyes no longer display the deep blue of the sky. He was a wolf and he was furious and his gaze was darting and black as night glowing, meaningful. "You won't go near that boy. Kassuim is under my protection. The boy is protected from the wolves, am I clear enough?
The thud of the longboat reached his ears as it was thrown back into the sea. And Rick can unleash a rosary of infinite curses. Ah, Zagorra was Will's trusted man. She would surely be dead to explain that upheaval and fuss. What an opportunity to get rid of a ship's limbs but a better approach Cursed treacherous vulture. He had taken the first opportunity to kill Zagorra.
-The boy is trouble, captain. The poor little boy you imagine doesn't exist. Cornor gasped with difficulty. - I warned Thalagar. Strange things happen around that brat. That wretch has complete freedom on this ship.
"Strange things happen around...".
Richard Morgan's gaze met Michael's. How do weird things?
- And why wouldn't he have freedom? He growled suspiciously.
Exactly what kind of weird things? Oh, with all the hells!
- Things happen. The ship even appears to be haunted by spirits. Things disappear. Thalagar seems to have gone mad. He was a strong, virile man. Then he proceeded to mumble ship chants. Say that Kassuim cursed him or punished him, or both. nonsense. She bewitched him.
Horn could only be teasing him. She would have the contact. He mumbled the most furious words yet. He feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was simply not possible. Haven't seen one of them in years. The boy was a...?
"No, definitely not. You're imagining things, old man. It's impossible."
Richard Morgan takes a deep breath. So probably the boy's tumultuous temper had clashed with his cousin's aggressive temper. It wasn't a surprise.
"Perhaps it was too much opium that Thalagar is so fond of. -He declared dry. "Thalagar never treated the less fortunate without cruelty. I don't feel sorry for him.
It was no wonder that the one that had manifested itself in that man's curse. Thank heavens the unfortunate one wasn't a wolf.
- Well, I'm warning you. Be careful. The kid didn't obey orders. - Cornor insisted, breathing heavily.
Richard Morgan paused in silence. The tide was incredible. Had the boy been accused of poisoning the captain? As you know, they happened. Did he know about the gossip aboard those decks? Why does he begin to believe so?
The last of his patience evaporated. He hated setups. To lift Cornor higher and not this time, the man was suffocating under the hard, relentless gaze both from difficulty breathing and from fear.
- Thalagar's misfortunes are not in question. You will know how to get rid of the boy. Where is Zagorra?
There was no secret about Thalagar's attentions, however, Cornor had always been his ward. That boy was indeed reckless in strength with the Spanish.
-Is it... is it indicated that I killed him? - Horn ignites. "I have Thalagar's protection on this ship.
"Of course since you're the captain's lover, bastard." Richard Morgan's smile was cold.
- It was you who said...
-This... Are you threatening me?
Rick rolled his eyes.
-I don't usually threaten. I prefer to resolve issues practically. The boy is still a child.
- Cornor when spitting the word?!- CornorC.
Cornor shudders with rage. Only an insane person would have the imprudence to alienate Richard Morgan. That man was one of the four commanders of the Armada. He can turn your life into hell. Oh, damn Kassuim. He would have gladly killed the brat, but Zagorra had put himself in front of his protege when he had fired the musket.
- I'm innocent. – Protest. he grumbled. "I didn't touch that boy.
It was unfortunate, but it was also the purest truth. He liked a lot of young boys. Thalagar had warned him several times to stay away from Kassuim.
-Zagorra messed up the plans? - Michael shook his head as he crossed his arms. - He's in trouble. This time his head is a prize in Muir. The Sucessorium came looking for him...