• 2 Days Later. •
Marcos, Now Boothill was finally at peace with his mind and in his right place, the island was small but had plenty of fruit everywhere. One of his discoveries was that his ammunition cartridge was infinite, so he could use his revolvers as much as he wanted. Using and abusing it, he killed birds that passed by but still had to reload his revolvers manually. "My aim is better than ever, that's good, but..." A sigh followed his speech as he took the birds he caught to a small makeshift tent made of branches and leaves that he used to sleep. "How the hell do I get out of here? I don't know how to make a raft, and if I screw up, I'll become fish food." His complaint would remain just for himself, after all, he had no one to talk to. Talking to himself was a way to alleviate his loneliness.
His shots were improving every day that he trained his aim, after all, it was the only thing he had to distract himself. Apart from small juggling and unorthodox styles of using the revolvers, he looked more like a circus artist than an ex-policeman doing these movements. "Well, at least I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore..." But as he spoke to himself, a boat appeared in the distance from the island, it was a reasonably large boat with a black flag. "Ah, a boat." The cowboy said, going back to eating a fish, before turning his face at a speed he didn't even know he had. "Wait, A BOAT!?" His eyes shone with happiness at the situation before becoming somewhat bitter when he saw the situation now.
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A tall bald man who was the ship's helmsman smiled broadly. "Hey Cap, land in sight! The map leads here, we'll be rich! Rehehehe." His laughter spread to everyone on the boat, Ron, the captain was the happiest one. "Rich? That's not enough! With that money we'll be true kings!" The boat approached the place, one of the ship's lookouts noticed something unusual. "There's someone on the island!" The pirates' smiles changed to something much more sinister.
They didn't bother to hide their intentions, the moment the boat finally stopped sailing, the pirates jumped, carrying their swords and guns. Of course, Boothill noticed the unusual way those men were, especially because they were armed, already having his revolver ready. "Back off, now." His eyes became firm, and his posture rigid, ready to shoot.
"Ooh, feisty, just the way I like it... Hey Cap, can I keep it? ~" A tall, slightly overweight woman said with a perverted smile. "Besides, he looks so handsome, I wonder if he's as aggressive in bed!" A primordial terror struck Boothill, his entire existence flashed before his eyes, and an evil omen never seen before passed through him, his face changed at the same moment to one of disgust and terror.
"Hell nah!" Boothill pulled out his revolver at the same time, shooting at the woman, who had the bullet piercing her chest, causing her to fall. "Dammit! Kill him!" The captain's orders were absolute, making everyone advance against Boothill. He took distance by jumping back, using his weapons to stop the blade that was coming close, as if he were doing a 'parry,' making the pirate's body go backwards, receiving one last shot to the head. The other pirates seemed apprehensive about approaching.
Boothill kept his eyes steady, and a smile began to appear on his face. "You filthy dogs better leave your weapons on the ground, or you'll feel the iron in your mouth." The attempt to scare the pirates seemed to work, causing some of them to start walking back, but not before taking a punch to the back of the head from the captain. "You cowards! He is just one!" The captain was already at his limit, he had lost subordinates, and those who remained cowered in front of him, an affront he could not accept.
"Oh? Shall we dance?" Boothill was even more excited about the situation, it was strange, this desire to fight, but he embraced it with all his being. Ron advanced with his sword, wanting to hit Boothill, who used his weapons to block and push his opponent away. Using his new flexibility, he raised his own leg high above Ron's head, and using his bladed boots, he came down, causing a serious injury to Ron's left eye.
"Ooh baby, that's what I'm talking about!" Placing his hand on his waist, Boothill posed, raising his weapons while Ron stepped back, placing his hand on his bleeding eye. "I'm starting to like this body." Adjusting his hat down, he prepared himself again, shooting at Ron's legs, making him fall like a sack of potatoes. "And the grand finale..." They prepared to watch their captain die, but all Boothill did was run to the boat, using the gangplank to pull himself up. "You don't have any objection to me borrowing this boat, do you boys?" An arrogant smile appeared on the cowboy's face, causing the pirates, who already had their morale destroyed, to simply nod in agreement.
But a realization dawned on Boothill; he didn't know how to sail or how to even get the boat off the island. "I still need some little pirates to help me get out of here, what do you think? After all, I know you don't want to stay on a desert island." Without even thinking twice, everyone left Ron falling on the sand alone and ran to the boat. "Better not try anything funny, I've got you all in my sights. Behave like good boys and get ready to leave." And then the boat goes away, leaving Ron behind with a wounded, useless pirate and bodies.