Dicktiger week day 7- Free Day/Au (prince of sea, prince of shore)
Tiger scoffed as he watched the merchant’s crew surrender before the fight could even really get going. He held his sword to the neck of the merchant who owned the ship, trembling on his knees before Tiger. The Tiger of Kandahar, though he was not the captain of the infamous pirate ship Spyral, only quartermaster to Captain Black-Eyed Bertellini— his reputation as a fearsome and merciless pirate still preceded him. The disgraced knight, the great warrior— no matter what people thought of him as, sailors all over the seas had nightmares about the cruel swing of his blade.
They hadn’t even put up a fight. It was disappointing.
Helena smirked down at the quivering merchant as she strolled over to them, her heavy buckled boots stomping on the deck of the great galleon they’d just captured.
“Everything on this ship, everything you own, now belongs to me.” She declared, looking down her nose at the merchant. “All your treasures, your life and the lives of your crew— mine to do with as I see fit.”
The merchant said nothing, fear seized his tongue. Helena sneered at him.
“Tiger,” she ordered, “Throw this wet bellied pig overboard.”
Then she walked off to the hold to review their plunder, and Tiger grabbed the merchant by his ruffled collar and dragged him to the edge of the ship.
“Wait, wait!” He cried, suddenly finding his voice. “Please don’t— spare me! Have mercy!”
Tiger lifted the man up with ease, dangling him over the swirling inky waters below. The merchant continued to babble, scrabbling at Tiger’s arm, trying to hold on.
“I’ll make you a trade! Please, I’m begging you— my greatest treasure, my most valuable possession, I spent a fortune on it, it’s beautiful, mesmerizing even— it’s yours, all yours, if you let me live.”
Tiger raised an eyebrow at him. “And where is this treasure?”
“Locked away in my cabin. Only I have the key. I’ll give it to you if you let me go.”
“Fool.” Tiger smirked. “It will be mine regardless.”
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