The Prince and the Pirate: chapter 3

Carrying the prince was a farly simple task, despite his weak appearance Neyar was quite the oxen in strength. The hard part was looking inconspicuous as he walk to the stables and draped the prince's body over his dusty grey and muddy brown mare. Tightening the straps of the saddle and sliding on the reins, Neyar made a few adjustments, then placing one foot in the stirrup, leaved himself up and over to fall into the saddle.

He draped the prince's body over his lap and gathered the reins in one hand, the other used to keep the "companion" steadied.

Gently digging his heels into the fleshy sides of the mare, and a wave of the reins, the mare trotted out of the stables, following the cobbled path to the gates. He nodded to one of the gard, who nodded back out of Curtice.

Once out of the palace's walls, then he sped up his pace, the mare breaking out into a fast gallop/slow run.

"Let's hope we don't have to make any last minute changes, I really hate when that happens."

By late morning he arrived to the port city of Tavemon, where the duel pitan captains Arthur and Antonio were docked with their crew. Lith, a dear friend of the two, and given him enough of a description of the ship that he could find it.

Unmounting, Neyar knotted the reins to the thick low hanging branch of a tree, well with the reach of a nice patch of grass.

"I'll be back soon enough, and it's still morning, you shouldn't need water just yet."

He flipped the prince over his shoulder and continued on. There were very few people out, the pre-buze before the rush of the day, and in made the walk to the docks both easier and more pleasant, very few souls were giving him a second glace, and no one gave him a questioning look.

The pale yellowish stone of the streets morphed into the bleached wood of the sea docks. The dock was bare of any life, leaving only the pulse of the sea and the song of the wind to keep his company. Keeping both eyes out for the ship and any prying eyes he might have missed, Neyar walked on. At least he came to the vessel he'd come looking for, a large unpainted ship with it's sail still folded.

Looking around, he saw no one in sight.

"So, how do I drop off the prince?"

Neyar taped a finger the the side of his jaw as he pondered that.

"State you reason." a voice almost whispered in his ear.

Calmly turning hie head, Neyar met eyes with a man dressed all in black, his face mostly obscured by black cloth.

"I am an ally of Lith, he should have visited your captains yesterday and requested a favor." the man nodded.

"I have the person we are requested they keep hold off."

"Ahh, so you are the deliverer." a voice cheerfully spoke.

Neyar raised an eyebrow and met a defiant stare of green.

"Yes, I am."

Neyar eyed the man, he was of average height and build, his hair ever so slightly tinged with red. He was dressed in a long red coat and a white button down shirt, the top three buttons undone, with brown jerkins and boots.

"Good," the man said taking the sheet wrapped prince from him.

"Lith has explained everything already, and please give him our regards when you next see him." the man said.

Neyar nodded and turned away, walking back to his mare as the sun rose and turned the time to early noon.


Lovino's head was pounding ever so slightly when he woke up from his drugg endused sleep.

"Good god that was fast."

cracking open one eye and waiting for his vision to correct, the first thing the price noticed was that he was not in his chamber. He was in  some sort of wooden cell, chain attached to the wall encircled his wrists.

"Were am I?"

The over powering smell of salt burned at his nose a moment, then the burning subsided.

"Somewhere near the ocean, by the smell of things."

"So, your awake now."

Lovino snapped is head to meet the green gaze of a man dresses in a white button down shirt and brown jerkins. His partly tinted brown hair was a wild mess on his skull, but brought out his soft face and calm eyes even more.

"You should know my name by the tittle people have given me, one of the two twin terrors of the sea."

Lovino felt his blood chill.

"The pirate Antonio!"

Antonio watched him from his seat on a backwards chair, chin resting on his arms.

"I will be the one to over see your basic needs, but other than that no one should come here and bother you."

with that the pirate captain stood up and exited the room, giving Lovino a view of his ponytail bound by a purple ribbon as he turned around.