With Gren gone, it’s by a miracle that I found someone that will replace him. He’s just one boy and by the looks of it, someone people won’t miss. He has his enemies in the bar but he has his friends too. People always seem to love fighting him and he’d always come out victorious every time. I’m debating my chances on how I could possess this guy.
We stayed in the bar for hours in silence and wrapped around the commotion of the crowd. My suspicions were right when I overheard that the boy, named Edward Creach, is truly indeed a pirate’s son. He’s not just he son of any ordinary pirate but the son of Temerius Creach. I don’t know who that is but it seems the guy is a big shot around this place. His son carries the same honor as his father.
Denizens of the bar left one by one until we saw Edward leave the bar himself. We followed after the boy but not before the barkeep held my arms in place and issued a warning, “I know ye lot hate th' laddie 'n' you will want tae tak' revenge. Ah dae too, bit be carefull out thare. Ye wull nae be th' foremaist folk tae be murdered by his blade.”
I gulped. This Edward is a serious score, dangerous but to have those lean muscles is an opportunity I won’t lose.
—
We followed him to the plaza and the residences beyond. We sneaked behind him, careful not to make a sound. He led us deeper into Cordova, into a place where huge warehouses store trade goods from merchants, towards rows oh houses that got progressively smaller until it was only the size of a dog house. When we are in the city edge overlooking the deep abyss, he stopped.
“I knah you are 'here,” he shouted “Thare is na uise hiding. Come out ah will put ye out meself”
I walked out of the crate, “We’re not here to hurt you.” I said, trying to decrease the tension brimming between us.
“Wha sent ye lot? Crawford Jones? Tis’ Crawford Jones, is nae it? He is sending wabbit lackeys noo? Did he run oot o' gold?”
“We- we weren’t sent by anyone. We’re not here to fight.”
“Ah have a hard trach believing that bullshit whin yer mukker thare is drawing his weapons. Nae! Claws! Mawkit beast!”
Before I could descelate the situation, Aylwin has already prowled in the air in a drunken haze. He aimed to disarm the boy and swipe his cutlass and swipe the cutlass but the boy dodged before his claw could hit. The boy stepped to the left and kicked Aylwin to the shit before punching him to the gut. I’ll give it to the boy, he well acquainted with fighting men larger than him.
“Could I scratch him, just a lil’ bit, Jon?”
“Yer master's name is Jon? Lik' dae mutt? Bahahahah.”
Aylwin dashed, leaving a mound of dirt behind him. He attempted to grab the boy by the neck but like before, the boy was too fast. The boy ducked and punched Aylwin by the stomach, sending him flying in the air. In the middle of the fight, I could see something glowing in Edward’s arms. It’s the anchor. It’s glowing green and blue glowing ropes are circling his arms and ending where his heart is. In his chest is another glowing tattoo detailing crossbones with its eyes replaced by smaller crossbones.
“Ah thought fightin' monsters wid be better. Ah thought nae.”
Aylwin landed from his fall but not before doing the unexpected. He swiped at the boy’s feet, sending him crashing to the ground. He swiped the boy’s cutlass and held his limbs tight.
“Jon! Do it now!”
He said it when I already knew what happened. Edward tried to break free from Aylwin’s hold but he stopped when he saw me jumping and phasing through his body. He might fight well in the physical world but he’s weak as a mouse in his soul and mind. All he could do is notice my presence and feebly force me out. With my self-training before reaching Cordova, I sent a soul-crushing force that made him sleep immediately. It was easy forcing inside after that.
Strength filled my veins and youthful vigor helped me up. The moon shines in the distance, lighting the mess between me and Aylwin. He was hurt badly and his chest seems to be bruised.
“The damn boy my ribs,”
“At least we got him, eh?”
“Finally! His Cordovan tongue got old fast. Fuck!”
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For now, his ‘Farkas’ body is off-limits until it heals by itself. In the meantime, he’s using another hunter’s face which is mediocre so to say. He could use the shepherd’s face in his satchel but it’s too small and Farkas’ gear wouldn’t fit.
“I helped you get that boy. I expect you to let me borrow it anytime I want ha?”
Of course. I nodded.
As of now, the night is young and the noise of the city is not ending. I have the body of the boy who beat Aylwin to the ground. I have power and fame in this city and it would be a waste to not use it.