The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
“The blade is mine. I’ll never give it over,” you say.
“Ha-ha, and before you said it was for your employer,” Xolotl replies. “Funny how possession of power changes things. I bet you’re second-guessing that decision now that you’ve felt what the blade offers.
“I admit, it is something else...something I’d rather not give away, especially when the reward is questionable,” you answer.
Xolotl roars in rage. "Questionable! I offer you the power to be the most powerful man in the Caribbean and you call it questionable? You aren’t worthy of my gift.”
“So be it,” you answer raising the cutlass.
Xolotl charges forward swiping his massive claws forward. Fueled by the blade’s energy, you easily dodge the reckless assault. Time feels to have slowed down as you can see Xolotl’s movements almost before he makes them. It’s as if fighting an opponent underwater except you’re still moving at full speed. Xolotl tries to stomp his massive feet on top of you, which you easily side step and counter with several deep cuts.
Xolotl begins to rear his head gathering focus. A blast of lightning fires from his mouth toward you. Trusting in the cutlass, you allow it to absorb the blast. Acquainted with the power, you silently tell it to return the shock. Blue tendrils release from the point of the blade striking Xolotl in the eye. Xolotl screams as he falls to the ground clutching at the hole where his eye once resided.
You walk to the beast writhing on the ground and lift the cutlass.
“Look at you,” you start. “What fool would surrender Quetzalcoatl’s blade for your ‘power’?”
Your sword, the resting place of Quetzalcoatl, removes Xolotl’s head with a single blow.
The rest of the crew waiting on board The Sanguine are relieved at your return, but the moment is tainted with the death of the others. You preserve Victoria’s memory, and don’t tell the crew of her mutinous attack. Weeks later you dock in Nassau. Woodes Rogers’ man, Dampier, meets you as soon as you lay anchor.
“Let’s go. My master expects you at his estate,” he says without a greeting.
“Right now? We’ve been at sea for awhile and the rum stores ran low,” you answer.
Not willing to budge, you finally agree and follow Dampier to Roger’s estate...on the condition he provide you with a bottle upon arrival. Woodes Rogers meets you in the same room as before. The scarred face has a giant grin on his face.
“Is that it?” he asks pointing at your hip.
The gold-spiraled hilt reflects the bright-lit room like gold pieces under the sea. You unsheathe the blade for a closer look. The removal from the scabbard sounds similar to chimes on a windy day. Once more in your hand, you feel the limitless energy the blade feeds into the wielder. Almost as if a whisper, a voice, not your own, speaks in your head: Think what we could accomplish together…
“Captain? Hand it over.” Rogers says narrowing his eyes. Behind you, Dampier’s hand grips around the hilt at his hip.
“Ha-ha, and before you said it was for your employer,” Xolotl replies. “Funny how possession of power changes things. I bet you’re second-guessing that decision now that you’ve felt what the blade offers.
“I admit, it is something else...something I’d rather not give away, especially when the reward is questionable,” you answer.
Xolotl roars in rage. "Questionable! I offer you the power to be the most powerful man in the Caribbean and you call it questionable? You aren’t worthy of my gift.”
“So be it,” you answer raising the cutlass.
Xolotl charges forward swiping his massive claws forward. Fueled by the blade’s energy, you easily dodge the reckless assault. Time feels to have slowed down as you can see Xolotl’s movements almost before he makes them. It’s as if fighting an opponent underwater except you’re still moving at full speed. Xolotl tries to stomp his massive feet on top of you, which you easily side step and counter with several deep cuts.
Xolotl begins to rear his head gathering focus. A blast of lightning fires from his mouth toward you. Trusting in the cutlass, you allow it to absorb the blast. Acquainted with the power, you silently tell it to return the shock. Blue tendrils release from the point of the blade striking Xolotl in the eye. Xolotl screams as he falls to the ground clutching at the hole where his eye once resided.
You walk to the beast writhing on the ground and lift the cutlass.
“Look at you,” you start. “What fool would surrender Quetzalcoatl’s blade for your ‘power’?”
Your sword, the resting place of Quetzalcoatl, removes Xolotl’s head with a single blow.
The rest of the crew waiting on board The Sanguine are relieved at your return, but the moment is tainted with the death of the others. You preserve Victoria’s memory, and don’t tell the crew of her mutinous attack. Weeks later you dock in Nassau. Woodes Rogers’ man, Dampier, meets you as soon as you lay anchor.
“Let’s go. My master expects you at his estate,” he says without a greeting.
“Right now? We’ve been at sea for awhile and the rum stores ran low,” you answer.
Not willing to budge, you finally agree and follow Dampier to Roger’s estate...on the condition he provide you with a bottle upon arrival. Woodes Rogers meets you in the same room as before. The scarred face has a giant grin on his face.
“Is that it?” he asks pointing at your hip.
The gold-spiraled hilt reflects the bright-lit room like gold pieces under the sea. You unsheathe the blade for a closer look. The removal from the scabbard sounds similar to chimes on a windy day. Once more in your hand, you feel the limitless energy the blade feeds into the wielder. Almost as if a whisper, a voice, not your own, speaks in your head: Think what we could accomplish together…
“Captain? Hand it over.” Rogers says narrowing his eyes. Behind you, Dampier’s hand grips around the hilt at his hip.