Out in the middle of the sea, a ship sailed freely and headed toward Stormwind. The sails were black with a red wolf emblem prominent in the center of the mainsail. The sailors, different men and women of either faction, were mopping the deck and several were singing and laughing as they cleaned the ship. At the ship’s wheel, the captain looked down at his men. They were a rowdy bunch this time around, but something made him rather uneasy.
His second noticed and the goblin jumped up upon a rail and took a seat. “What the fuck has your attention?” the goblin said, looking down at the rugged bunch of sailors.
“Something’s not right,” the captain said. He locked the wheel in place and walked toward his companion. Red strands of hair flowed around his face as his blue-green eyes peered at the deck below.
“Well, no shit. Look at that scum we hired. Bunch of fucking losers!” the goblin shouted and the sailors below cheered. The goblin chuckled, but the captain wasn’t amused.
“No...” He took his spyglass off his utility belt and looked down below. “One of these is not... One of these is a Rat.”
“A rat. They’re all scoundrels, Wolf.”
Captain Seawolf shook his head and closed his spyglass. “A Rat. One of those Ratz.” He turned to look at the goblin. “Ziggly...a Rat.”
The goblin grimaced and looked down once more. “Fuck. I thought they were going to leave us alone.”
“He’s not spying on us, but he’s here.”
“How the fuck did you figure this out?”
Captain Seawolf smiled and walked away from his friend. “A seahorse warned me before we set sail.”
“What the fucking hell, Wolf? A seahorse? I mean, ok, you communicate with animals with this fucking weird talent of yours, but seriously...a seahorse?” He jumped off the rail and followed the Captain down to the main deck as another sailor ran up to the wheel. “When the fuck do you have time to talk to seahorses?”
Seawolf laughed and he stood on the deck before the main one. “Back at the tavern, before we set sail, you were fucking flirting with the whores.”
“Aye, and I could have fucked them if you weren’t all ‘Let’s get the fuck out of here.’ So?”
“So, I was talking to one of the ladies there...and she warned me.”
Ziggly furrowed his brows as he tried to remember every single whore he flirted with. His eyes widened and he chuckled. “Wait, wait...seahorse. That blonde with the seahorse tattoo on her boob?” The Captain nodded. “OH! Well, ok then. She said there’s a Rat here?”
“Pointed him out and everything.”
“And we’re going to exterminate some rats today?”
“Let’s see what the fuck he wants and if it’s not worth our time, we’ll see how well a Rat can swim, hm?” Captain Seawolf chuckled and placed a hand on his pistol as he walked down to the main deck. “I don’t want any fucking Rat King shit on my ship.”
Ziggly laughed and rubbed his hands together. “I love seeing Ratz walk the fucking plank!”
The bells rang in Booty Bay and sailors began to stock ships. They laughed and sang. New crew members were being hired and drunken sailors were trying to avoid getting caught off-guard and falling off the plank. Being used to stocking his ship early, the crew of The Darkmoon Rising was almost done with their supplies and goods. At the wheel, Captain Seawolf gazed out at the sea, checking out the waves and the breeze.
“Seems like we’re good to go, Wolf,” the dark haired goblin said as he wiped his nose. “Let’s blow this fucking joint and go home.”
Seawolf smiled and nodded. “Alright, let me go pay the innkeeper and we’ll get on our way.” The Captain walked away and his goblin companion nodded.
“It’ll be good to go home,” he said, turning away toward the crew.
“As long as we get there safely and without trouble.” When Seawolf turned to walk off the ship, he stopped and his smile quickly disappeared. “Oh fuck...”
An elegantly dressed undead man in a pinstripe suit, black wing-tipped shoes, and a large brimmed hat stood on the dock, smiling at him from behind rose-tinted glasses. “Captain Seawolf. You look rather shocked to see me. Perhaps a bit disappointed.”
“Understatement.”
“Oh, now Captain, I’m not the one you should be afraid of,” the undead said, smiling brightly.
“It isn’t fear. It’s the fucking anticipation of what the fuck you’re going to ask. What do you want, Flea?”
“I heard you were heading to the tavern. Perhaps we can sit and chat for a while? I’m sure your ship won’t sail without you. I mean, you are the captain, right?” The Flea smiled, stepping off to the side and making room for the Captain to step onto the dock. “It shouldn’t take long if all goes well.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Captain Seawolf turned back and looked at Ziggly, the goblin, who was chuckling from afar. He shook he head and walked away as the Captain continued on. “Come on. I’m busy.” The Flea nodded and walked beside him.
“I didn’t know you were back in Booty Bay. Last I heard, you had disappeared off the face of Azeroth. No one knew where to find you. It would be so much easier if you simply gave me a strand of your lovely red hair.”
“You are not taking anything from me,” the Captain muttered as he continued to walk toward the tavern. The Flea acknowledged his discomfort and walked in silence until they reached the tavern. The Captain glanced at the bartender and walked to the second floor, where the table he usually accustomed was within sight. He walked to the seat in the corner and gestured for the Flea to have a seat.
“You seem tense, Captain. Perhaps I can buy you a drink?”
“Get to the damn point, Flea.”
The undead smirked and nodded. “Very well. You provided the Rat King a crate of potions a while back with the intent of bringing more. However, his preferences are very specific and while they did the intended job, he wanted something…stronger. As of today, we seem to have lost our connection to these narcotics he was attaining and you are the next one in line for us to contact. We would like to get another crate of potions and to have you continuously deliver them until things are rather settled.”
Seawolf smirked as he leaned back in his seat, his red ponytail resting on his shoulder and his blue-green eyes glowing in the shadows where he sat. “The so-called King needs drugs? Well, that’s a first, isn’t it? What happened to your connections? Dead?” The Captain laughed softly and noticed that the Flea had only offered him a half smile. “I may have to refuse this time. My alchemist may not be interested in doing this, and frankly, I don’t blame them.”
The Flea chuckled dryly and looked down to his cuff, adjusting it a bit. “I don’t think you understand what I’m saying here. I’m not asking to see if you could get us another crate. I’m asking when we could get another crate. A few days? Tomorrow?”
The blood elf narrowed his eyes at the undead. “You have no precedence here, Flea. You do not simply give orders.”
“Captain, do you understand how many Ratz are wandering about here in this disgusting town? Better yet, do you know how many Ratz are on your ship right now?” The Flea leaned forward, his golden glowing eyes vibrant as he got closer into the shadows where the Captain sat.
Seawolf stared at the undead man. He despised undead abominations, even if they seemed somewhat civilized, but this was no ordinary undead. This was a Rat and he hated Ratz worse than undead. “I’ll speak to my alchemist. And since these are negotiations, one hundred thousand gold pieces a crate.”
The Flea laughed. “One hundred thousand?”
“Is your King not worth that much?”
Straightening his head, the Flea smiled. “Forty thousand.”
This time, the Captain laughed. “Forty thousand! No deal. I have to get going.”
“Tell me, Captain, what could the Kingdom offer you?”
“Offer me?” Seawolf laughed and slammed his hands on the table. “I have it all, Flea. I have money, happiness, peace. I don’t need anything from the Kingdom or it’s foolish self-proclaimed monarch! The only thing I want from you all is to leave me the fuck alone!”
“Done.”
“What?”
“Forty thousand gold pieces and we leave you the fuck alone.” The Flea smiled brightly as he tipped his glasses upward.
“That’s not what I meant…”
“By all means, Captain Seawolf, walk away from the bargaining table but remember this: you are alive and living in peace because we will it. At any moment, we could follow you and end your dreams.” He stared at the Captain, who glared at the undead man. His hands rolled into fists and the Flea licked his lips. “Forty thousand gold and we leave you the fuck alone.”
“Don’t you fucking threaten me, Flea. This place doesn’t respect your kind.”
“Undead?”
“Rats.”
The Flea chuckled and folded his hands in front of him on the table. “By when will I be expecting the crate? And where? Here? Where Ratz are not welcome?”
The Captain took a deep breath and exhaled, looking away. “Four days. I have to sail.”
“Where to?”
“None of your fucking business.”
“I only ask to see if maybe I could meet you there. No need to be defensive, Captain,” the Flea said softly.
“I doubt you would go there, but I have some business in Pandaria.”
“I can meet you there.”
Captain Seawolf hesitated as he tapped his fingers on the table. “Fine. Jade Forest. Three days. You be there and nowhere else or the deal is over and we’ll see who’s chasing whom.”
The Flea nodded and smiled. “It is always a pleasure doing business with you, Captain Seawolf. I will see you in three days. Come through with this and we will keep our end of the bargain.” The Flea rose from his seat and adjusted his hat. “There’s no need for violence, Captain. We will be just fine.” He took a few steps away from the table. “Goodbye, Ziggly,” he called out to no one in particular and he walked down the stairs and out the tavern.
The goblin stepped out of the shadows and looked on as the undead left. “How does he fucking do that?” Ziggly turned and looked at Seawolf. “Man you’re fucked.”
Captain Seawolf sighed and leaned back against the chair, a hand over his eyes. “I need to tell Alaia,” he whispered enough for the goblin to hear him.
Ziggly snickered and patted his friend’s knee. “Like I said, man, you’re fucked.”
The captains wakes up and finds his ship was stolen. How does he handle this. (Nissa stole it shh just kidding)
((Under a cut for language)
The sun rose over Booty Bay and the serenity of darkness was broken by the yelling of men and women starting their day. And elf and a human whispered outside the Captain’s room, both afraid to knock, but it had to be done, so the human knocked softly at first. No response. The elf took a shot and knocked, but this time, it was rather loud due to his shaking hand.
The Captain grumbled and pushed himself out of bed. Grabbing his gun from the side table, he shuffled over to the door and opened it, half asleep and showing his gun. “If you’re not here to tell me that my ship is ready to set sail, you have ten seconds to get away from my door before I shoot you in the face.”
He glared at them both, his eyebrows slowly furrowing. “What?” he asked softly in disbelief.
“Z-Ziggly…he sent us…it happened this morning….it’s not there.”
“You better tell Ziggly to be ready to explain himself by the time I get down there.” The two ran as fast as lightning and the Captain closed the door. He felt as if he was dreaming, but he rushed to the window and saw the two running toward the docks. “Mother fucker,” he muttered. He immediately got dressed, armed himself, and rushed out to the docks as well.
The hired crew moved away to uncover a goblin pacing back and forth. Wolf rushed toward the goblin and grabbed him by the shirt. “What the fuck happened!”
“Hey! Bitch! Calm your fucking ass!”
“My ship isn’t here, Bitch. Where the fuck is it?”
“That’s what I’m trying to fucking figure out! So let me go! Shit!”
Wolf dropped the goblin and continued yelling, “What the fuck do you mean you’re trying to fucking figure it out! You were supposed to be on the fucking ship! Where the fuck were you?”
“Oh fuck you! You know where the fuck I was.” Ziggly kept thinking of what to do and Wolf grew impatient. “Hey! Just chill out!”
Wolf pointed his gun at the nearest dwarf and pulled the trigger. The dwarf fell to the ground as a pool of blood began to drain out. The hired crew gasped and backed away, some of them simply running from the job. “Where’s my ship?”
“It had to be some fucker that stayed here last night. A lot of these dogs know better than to fuck with you. We’ll get him or her.”
“We better, Zig.” Wolf turned to look at the hired help and glared at them, “And if any of you know who it was, you better tell me know. I despise traitors.” No one said a word. Wolf lowered his weapon and kicked the dead dwarf. “I’m going to ask the fucking taverns. You fucked up, Zig.”
“Oh fuck you, Wolf. You should have been sleeping in your fucking cabin.”
Wolf turned and glared at Ziggly, “You’re fucking blaming me?” The hired crew watched them closely.
“Oh, fuck you.”
Wolf turned around and marched off to the first tavern. He was going to find whoever did this and torture them to no end until their final words became a faint attempt for mercy. “No one fucks with me,” he whispered as he entered the bar, his gun ready for anything.
☤ - Depending on their type, how they walk into a busy room, when everyone looks at them.
You’re A Wolf - Sea Wolf and Drumming Song - Florence + the Machine (instrumental)
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"Hey, look who just walked in…""That the Seawolf guy?""That’s captain to us.”"He’s a fucking idiot. Captain fucking idiot.""Tried to claim the southwestern sea. Who died and gave him power?""That other fucker who went only by The Captain.""That whole group was full of shit.""And he’s back to show us who’s boss, eh?"
The man froze after his final word as a gun was pointed to his head. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but hear you two assholes talking about me?” Cristianno grinned widely. “Anything I should be aware of?”
The man shook his head and the man’s companion pulled his gun out, pointing it at Cristianno. Just as instant, Gerty had her shotgun out and Ziggly held two daggers to the second man’s neck.
"You want to keep fucking with me? Because I have more crew members itching to spill some blood. Go ahead." Cristianno smirked and leaned toward the man, whispering in his face, "Get the fuck out." As soon as the gun was moved from his head, the man left and his companion rushed after him.
Cristianno laughed and gestured to his friends, “Come on, let’s go get us a table.”
The ginger female dwarf threw her hands up and shook her head. “You’re a fucking idiot, Wolf!”
"Oh, that’s new!" the goblin sitting at the table spat out sarcastically.
"Oh shut the fuck up, both of you!" Cristianno leaned his seat back and crossed his arms.
"Oh, now we have to shut the fuck up? You could have ruined this fucking job for us! Come on, Captain!” The goblin Ziggly shook his head and spit on the floor beside him.
"Yeah but I didn’t. Everything is as scheduled. So fuck off."
"Zig has a point. What were you thinking?" the dwarf asked.
"I wasn’t, alright, but that’s done and we’re on schedule. Just back off! Both of you!"
"You’re being a little bitch, Wolf," smirked Ziggly.
"You want me to show you a little bitch? I shove your fucking face in a mirror!" Cris slammed his hands on the table and rose off the chair. "Fuck you two." He marched off, leaving the tavern.
Ziggly laughed and looked at Gerty, who was sighing and shaking her head. “You saw him. He was being a little bitch, right?” The dwarf nodded.
