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[Graded][Flashback][Solo] The Last Secret Pt. 3
Topic Started: Sep 20 2017, 08:49 PM (13 Views)
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Winston’s punch sent the Salt man flying onto the table in the room. The lantern adorning it jumped into the air, being sent airborne from the impact of Salt. Throwing an arm of syrup at the handle, Winston caught it in a web of his own that attached from his arm to the ceiling. Hanging from his syrup, Winston realized it was stuck in his own personal web. I’ll have to use that later. Attached his end of the syrup web to the ground, Winston marched over to York with rage and contempt. Reaching out again with an arm of syrup, he hardened the candy around the body of the sailor and brought him up.

“We were told that there are 200 refugees on this ship, but I’ve already counted at least 50 corpses. If you want to make it off this boat, you’re gonna do some explaining.” Winston’s vile anger and rage escaped from his conscious. He wasn’t like this normally. Why was he letting his anger go unchecked here? He could see the fear in the eyes of York. It was clear this intimidation was working wonders, as it seemed like York was ready to do anything that he asked for. This isn’t justice. I’m just bullying this guy. My job’s not to punish right now. Without a word Winston released his hold on the man. Candy syrup still dripped from York, but now he was free to try and shake it off.

“Please oh god no. You’re one of those corrupt marines aren’t you, you’re just gonna kill me here then say it was too late! I know how your kind works!” The captain spit in the face of Winston. I let my emotions get the better of me. I shouldn’t be terrifying civilians I come across. Now he was fully aware of how much he fucked up. Winston had always been taught courtesy and politeness with the general population. It was the only thing separating himself from the pirates he hunted. Cursing, laughing at misfortune, intimidation were all actions that criminals did. Replaying his actions throughout the ordeal, he became more aware of just how he was presenting himself. Getting down to his knees, Winston put his head to the ground.

“I apologize sir. I’ve let my emotions get the better of me. Forgive me please.” While groveling was embarrassing, Winston had to save face. His actions were not of justice, and that had to be fixed.

The captain on the other hand was absolutely loving it. “Yes, well maybe I could find it in myself to forgive you. Maybe I won’t mention it when I give my detailed report. I might even recommend you aren't court martialed.” York’s toothy grin made Winston uncomfortable. The marine stood back up. “Now let us get down to business. I admit, I took in the passengers for less than noble reasons. I made a deal with the marines on the shore, to trade the lives of the passengers for a haul of loot they had confiscated from a pirate.” York’s eyes lit up as he started to regale the story, “I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw THAT thing. The most valuable thing in the world. A devil fruit! Just sitting in my cargo hold! All I had to do was drop those beggars off at another island and I could keep it. It was perfect. But nobody on the island told me what was in some of the other crates I had to pick up. Apparently, these people bred giant rats, and one of their precious monsters snuck out of his cage and into my treasure chest.” Tears were welling up in the captain’s eyes, “The stupid mongrel ate the fruit, which was apparently a giant spider fruit, cause it ballooned in size and started to shoot webs everywhere. My crew was all on topside trying to deal with the storm, so we didn’t hear about it until we had to retreat inside. The passengers were screaming that a bunch of them were missing. I went downstairs to find some of the nuts setting up a shrine to the new rat spider. I guess their religion had something to do with spider worship, I can’t tell. But they were dragging people to the cargo hold to feed to the giant rat spider for some sort of appeasement.” The captains story was getting farfetched, even for Winston. It was not out of the realm of possibility for spider cultists, but he was having a hard time putting faith in the captain’s tale.

“Why would they have rats if they worshiped spiders...you know never mind. It's not relevant. Suppose it is true they worshiped spiders. Why would they just decide to sacrifice people right off the bat? Weren’t they only down here for a day?” The captain was perplexed at the marine’s statement. “We’ve been in this storm for a week. We got carried out from the island almost immediately and have been stuck in here since. Most of our food got eaten by those stupid rats when they broke free. I was in my private quarters so I wasn’t part of any of this. I just came down here a few hours ago because I ran out of food, and now I’m stuck here. Only thing left to do is for the two of us to kill that spider thing!”

Mysteries of the sea were always occurring. Winston’s timeline of events was muddled, as he was told the storm only arrived a day ago. Just how long were we adrift after fighting those pirates? Winston’s mind was focused on how he would write the coming report. None of that mattered, however, as he remembered why he was down here. “There’s a giant monster in here, and from the looks of it, neither of us can kill it. I have a better plan than one-on-one combat. We can sink the ship.”

Wails and cries from the captain complicated matters. “This is my ship, you can’t break it. I paid too much for it to just let it sink. You’re a big marine, why don’t you just, I don’t know, punch it really hard. Or feed it poison! Or do something besides blow up my life’s work.” This ship was done for in the marine's mind, but he had to tread lightly. Winston knew his words had to be tactical around the captain, as he needed to convince him to get out of this cargo hold. Feigning a thought process, Winston put his hands to his chin, “We can always starve out the beast instead. Once this storm is over, we can pile into our broken ship and throw out a distress signal. If we move all the food from the cargo hold to our ship, all these rats are gonna go hungry. Once a marine transport comes around, we’ll explain the situation and get some monster hunters. They'll kill the beast, and you get your ship back.” This narrative pleased York, who was now gung-ho about this new plan. The man undid the locks on the doors and rushed outside, grabbing a giant box labelled ‘RATIONS.’ That was all he had left.

Winston wasn’t very pleased at the lack of food but it would have to do. “We need the quickest route to the first deck. The rest of my men are there, and I can’t leave them here…” he could see the boredom on York’s face, “as food for the rats. That would ruin the plan.” A light of understanding gleamed from the captain’s face. This was clearly somebody too selfish to care for the struggles of anyone else. All he cared about was that he was getting a free ride to safety. The man rushed over to the wall facing the ocean in the small room. Placing the box on the floor, he hopped on top of it to reach a small window. With a press on a plank below the glass, an entire fold-out platform popped out. “Out on the exterior we have a ladder. We can take it to the deck! I cannot believe that I'm getting saved, this is amazing.” A torrent of hail smashed into the back of the captain’s head. All of the ice balls merely hit a blob of syrup on Winston. The captain left the box for Winston to deal with, as he crawled up the side of the ship with glee. Coating the box with his syrup, Winston dragged it through the platform window, and shot a streak of candy from the window to the top of the ship. Rolling the crate up the side wasn’t any trouble, as all of the candy syrup adhered to each other and kept it going up the makeshift elevator. Winston climbed up with a coat of syrup on his back to catch any stray hail balls smashing into him.

The pair quickly reached the top of the ship and returned to the main hall. Inside, the twenty-nine marines immediately turned and pointed rifles at them. Upon seeing their leader, the men all cheered and ran over to him. Barnes and the other members of EENIS were first, as they all embraced him and asked how he was. Most of them assumed that he was chewed to death. Eastman was the most relieved, but he stayed perched on a table watching the entrance to the ship’s lower decks. Winston pushed his marines back away from him and relayed what he had saw. The captain was extremely smug the entire time, always piping up at the mention of his name and attempting to take credit for saving all the passengers from the island. He also went into full detail of how Winston brutalized him, as Winston ‘nearly broke my neck and made me suffocate.’ None of grunts took too kindly to this. When asked if he killed the beast, the marine responded, “Unfortunately, I retreated. I can survive a duel with it, but I can’t leave you guys up here without knowing the danger below. We can’t engage these things, they’re too small and number too much. It’s better we wait out up here and get on the next rescue ship.”

The men were not too pleased with having to stay put. With a giant monster on the decks below, they weren’t too thrilled about sharing a ship. “There’s enough candy in the cargo hold that they won’t bother coming up here. We will sit tight, get rescued, and live to tell the story of how we all survived.” The comforting thought of living until the next day was calming. Winston needed to hear it himself. He wasn’t sure that the rats wouldn’t assault them up here, but if his men believed they were safe, that would do for now. Fear was their number one enemy; the rats were just a catalyst.

The rest of the storm was relatively quiet. The men stuck to their posts and sealed up any hole they saw. Any entrance to the lower deck was chained up and blocked. No rat steps could be heard, nor the hissing of their hordes. After two days the rations were depleted, and the men were forced to survive off Winston’s candy. Eastman joked, “Only thing we’re losing on this trip is our teeth.”

After the third day the storm ended. Ellis, the communication expert, managed to relay for assistance. It was only an hour before a rescue ship came to save them. All the living, save for the officers, piled onto the new ship, which proceeded to hurry the grunts towards medical attention. Winston was greeted by a marine captain, one he had never seen before. Winston, Eastman and York stood on the deck of the Last Secret with the captain. The captain didn’t allow anyone to get a word in before the others had left. After a couple minutes, it was just the four of them alone on deck.

Winston broke the silence. “Sir, there is a giant spider-rat hybrid gathering an army in the cargo hold. We have to sink this ship before...” Screams from York interrupted him. “NONONO, I will not let this violent buffoon let my life’s work be destroyed because of his cowardice! You, captain, I need the might of the marines to march down there and kill the demon that killed all my men onboard! The only reason I agreed to housing those 200 refugees was to get a devil fruit, and their obsession with rats made me lose it! You owe me a devil fruit, a new crew, a new ship, and financial recourse for the damages done to me. I’m bringing this whole incident up with the world government and all of you are going to be licking my boots begging for a job. I mean honestly, how incompetent are you people, you couldn’t even save my ship before everybody died. This is all your fault!”

Two gunshots fired simultaneously into the chest of York. One came from Eastman, while the other shot from the captain’s own pistol. The captain stayed silent for a moment, then replied, “York of Salt died from his wounds attempting to fend off a monster from the 200 refugees. Ensign Iscariot found his body and brought him to the top of the ship so he may die in his own captains quarters. Bring his body into his study, and we leave once you step off.” Without another word the captain returned to his ship. Eastman and Winston exchanged a glance, then complied.

The two officers had little grace with York’s dying body, as they merely threw him through the window of his captain quarters that he had hung out in. He is everything wrong with a leader. The man let the rest of the people die while he stayed safe up here. It was only fitting he would drown to death in his own ship. The two jumped onto the rescue boat. In minutes, the ships cannons blasted into the hull of the Last Secret. It sank into the ocean unceremoniously. The captain approached the two young officers as it sank. “I will write the report of what happened. Get some rest.” Winston felt a burden come from his shoulders. This captain seemed so in charge of everything. His presence could be felt as he strolled away. Looking at the jacket on the back of his savior, Winston merely thought, That’s how I need to be.
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