NEVER DRINK THE SEA WATER. NEVER EAT THE FIRE...
Azazel: “Where is Samus?”
Ship-hand: “I believe he’s on the bowsprit, Sir”
Azazel looks at the ship-hand, eyes burning with disgusted curiosity: “You believe?”
Ship-Hand: “…Yes…sir…”
Azazel smirks deviously as if playing a game he knows that he will win: “Well, let us go check on my little brother, shall we?”
Ship-hand mumbles “yes, sir.”
Azazel walks across the deck of the ship, his boots hitting the wood like a hammer beats a nail. The sound of his thumping heels creeps through every fiber of wood in the ship, and every crew member shutters as if they know something vile was about to occur…
Azazel approaches the front of the ship, and immediately stops, as if he has noticed something. He lifts his hand, silently commanding the ship-hand to wait, and continues on to inspect the bowsprit. After a few seconds, he walks back over to the ship-hand, who is now clenching his fists with dread…
Azazel: “What is your name, low-life?”
Ship-hand reluctantly replies: “Roderick, sir.”
Azazel: “Ahh, Roderick…do you have family?”
Ship-hand: “No sir, they all died…”
Azazel circles the ship-hand menacingly: “Well then, RODERICK, I’m sure you can understand how it feels when a family member is missing, am I correct?”
Ship-hand: “I believe so, sir…”
Azazel sadistically chuckles: “You believe….just like you believed Samus was on the bowsprit there right???” (Points as ship-hand nods yes, his face red with fear and wet with sweat) “I’ll tell you what, go over there and tell me if you see ANYONE.”
The ship-hand walks towards the edge of the boat and looks down at the bowsprit. He notices that Samus is nowhere to be found…his eyes grow wide, as he realizes that he is about to become foam on the sea….
Azazel: “Do you see him?!?!”
Ship-hand slowly turns to mouth the word no: “N-…”
Before he is able to complete his response, the ship-hand is immediately engulfed in wretched and deathly flames. His body howls louder than he does as it trembles and withers away. He shrieks in pure agony as his eyes stare into the sky, he realizes that he cannot cry any tears…
The rest of the crew watch and listen in horror as their friend slowly dies; they are devastated, yet secretly glad that it was someone besides them…
Azazel walks towards the tattered body, dancing in pain within the blue and red flames, and kicks it into the sea; he walks away smirking and satisfied. As Roderick falls into the waves, his screams echo across the water…onto the back of a manta ray and into the ear of a little brother…
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