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[Mors]

Doran and Mirana

 

"A Davy Back Fight?! The last I heard that was from the stories when I was a child! You have a way with words, boy! Your jokes aren't that bad!" Lazarus's voice began to die down but he continued to laugh. "Doran was it? Along with that Han fellow, you're the kind of people I need on my ships! What do you say? Join my crew!"

 

Lazarus was an imposing figure, dwarfing Doran in size, but no one stood taller than Doran's pride.

 

Now it was Doran's turn to laugh. "Me, join your crew? Know your place. I follow no man but myself."

 

"For someone so small, you've got a lot of backbone!" Lazarus's smile remained. If words didn't work, he'd turn to other options. "I asked you to join before, but now, I'm telling you! Kehahahaha!"

 

"I suppose I should've seen this coming," Doran sighed as he quickly unwrapped his spear. He skillfully twirled the long weapon in front of him before lunging at Lazarus. Standing behind him, he knew Mirana wanted to help, but she knew not to butt in.

 

 

 

 

 

[Johnny Paradise]

Vaska

 

Not but thirty minutes ago, Vaska had been thinking how his luck had turned. He was going to get off this island with a crew who didn't seem terrified of the whole bug thing, and he was sure that once he had overcome that hurdle, everything would continue to turn up Vaska.

 

Things were not turning up Vaska. Things were turning up the opposite of Vaska.

 

It did not take long for Doran to turn to violence. From Mirana's expression, Vaska determined that she expected this sort of outcome. Really, it was pretty typical considering the downward spiral of his life to this point. Even more insects crawled out from beneath his mask and into his ears, hopefully clogging them from the soon-to-come boom of Lazarus' voice in the face of Doran's attack. But beyond that, Vaska was a bit concerned with what he was meant to do here. Help out? Mirana was not moving, so he wasn't sure he should step in. And even if he did, what would he do? Get in the way, most likely.

 

Still, Vaska was a dutiful and well meaning person. This would never change. And so he did all he could think to do, and tried to distract the rest of Lazarus' crew that had come with them to the tavern. A deluge of locusts burst forth from beneath the bandages on his chest, and swarmed the floors of the tavern, covering the arms and legs of the enemy pirates. Their orders were simple: eat.

 

For his part as the hive's mind, Vaska hid meekly behind Mirana. "Please don't let them beat me to death," he said. "Please."