Chapter 7
The End of Captain Horus
I had slain all the pirate officers and set to work on the crew. One by one, they all met the fate of the other catmen. Then, finally, I was ready for captain Horus.
I returned to his cabin, and, disdaining subtlety, I drew back and kicked the door in.
Horus jumped up from his bed where his captive catgirl Princess Fareon, lay entwined in his covers.
“I’m going to kill you!” I raged, pointing my sword at Horus.
He calmly picked up the Hellish Thundering Trident and slowly approached me, staring unblinking into my eyes. “That’s not necessary,” he said softly. “We can be peaceful.”
I felt a strange heaviness come over me. I shook my head to clear it, but his pretty eyes were so very. . . dark.
“Why don’t you sit down,” he said softly, languidly waving to the seat.
Slowly, I lowered my appropriated sword and reached for the arm of the chair to lower myself into the proffered seat.
Then something stiffened in me, and I jumped to my feet and rushed at him, raising my sword to cut him in two. Horus ducked away from my blow, then drew his sword and slashed at me. I ducked away from him, then turned and ran across the deck and around the corner of the deckhouse to where the body of Mottan still lay on the deck. I quickly lifted it up and dragged it to the gunwale. I dropped the body into the water, then jumped back into the shadows just as Horus came racing around the corner of the deckhouse.
Assuming I had jumped overboard and his crew were still alive, he ran to the rail. “Release the Goblin Manatee!” he roared.
“With plesure!” I said; he whirled around in surprise, legs tangling beneath him. I stepped forward and gave him a good hard shove.
He screamed as he was thrown overboard and fell into the cold ocean water with a splash. “Don’t worry, captain!” I called down to him. “I won’t leave you alone out here!” I turned away and went belowdecks, then came up carrying Quaterby’s bloody corpse. I glanced back and saw Horus had fallen behind the ship as it sailed onward. I took a tighter grip on the corpse, then threw it overboard.
“I’m sure the sharks will like your company, too!” I yelled.
With a frightened curse, Horus turned toward the distant land, little more than a smudge on the horizon, and swam for it as fast as he could.
I really doubted he could ever make it, with the distance and the sharks, so after a few more shouted barbs, I threw the rest of the dead crew overboard, then turned back to sailing the ship.
Some time later, the Damned Pearl hove into view of the city of Lastrene, a large port where I planned to continue my journey.
I pulled on the wheel, making a slight change in course. I had learned to sail while adventuring in the far north, deep into the Fagrere archipelago, when I heard a step behind me. I turned and saw the Princess Fareon.
She seemed to have recovered well from her experience as Captain Hprus’ plaything. She stepped delicately up to me where I stood at the tiller, a blue shawl wrapped across her shoulder against the wind. “How fares all?” she asked politely.
“Fairly well,” I replied. “If this wind holds, we will make port by this evening."
“Good,” she said. She paused uncertainly. I waited patiently for her to continue. “I have heard from my maidens how you rescued them all,” she said at last. “And also of how they. . . thanked you.”
“Oh,” I said. embarrassed. “Well, I-”
“I also,” she said, paused, took a breath. “... wish to thank you.”
I stared at her for a moment, but she met my gaze squarely. She shifted her body a little, and of a sudden her petite gray-furred form was impossible to ignore. Her large breasts almost glowed through her soft tunic. Her red-tufted ears twitched invitingly and her slanted purple eyes held a lustful glint in them.
“You are welcome,” I said, securing the tiller and taking a step toward her. “You are very welcome,” I repeated, stepping up to her until my breasts almost touched her. “Welcome... to my bed,” I finished, and the two of us went below together to fill the time until evening.
Continued in Chapter 8
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