She rode on, the bags of coin and jewels jingling behind her.
This was her biggest haul yet. It was larger than her father’s greatest score. He would be happy had he still been with her. This life of thievery was full of perils, and she recognised that it could lead her to a quick end. However, it was all she knew, all that was taught to her by her father – The Safebreaker. She liked the name. It announced her skill. Her other skills helped her get into the houses of rich spoilt sons.
I guess, after a point, we just want to feel young again. Alcohol helps with that. A few pegs down, my neighbours begin to think that they are young men and women. Once the booze really begins to flow, they begin revisiting their childhood. They are at it right now. I can see them holding on to each other and I can hear them making choo choo sounds – a human train. There goes the train, picking up speed. Okay, I think I need to be out there.
I could hear the creaking of my body with every step I took. It ached everywhere. The tests had been heavy. Sure, I’d read the terms and conditions before signing up for this, but the money offered had hastened my reading.
I grinned at my girlfriend as we seated ourselves at our table. She winked at me.
“So, this is the famous Captain’s Shack, your favorite restaurant. I finally get to see why you rave about it so much.”
“Ooo yes! Look’s great yea?”
“It does. But what’s with the orca..”
I placed a finger on her lips.
“Shhh! Just don’t ask that.”
She slapped my finger away.
“But why shouldn’t I ask about the Orca?”
I heard the Captain’s booming voice from behind me.
“The Orca you say?…”
An hour into the c/Captain’s tale, she realised she should’ve never asked…
“You’ve done it. Don Peeza is dead. Now his territory belongs to us. Well done.”
I smiled at the old man while gingerly sipping on my glass of wine. Don Peeza’s half eaten apple lay on the plate, next to his resting head. Don Pazta giddily got up from his seat and did a small jig.
“Tell me though. How did you know he would pick that apple from the basket?”
I grinned at the old don.
Don Pazta glanced towards the half-eaten apple on his own plate, before keeling over…
The writing on the wall was literal and figurative – No Tresspassing. Everyone in town knew that these folks meant it. No one dared venture into territory controlled by the Videlli Family. They were unsavory characters and had dealings in all things illegal. However, here I was, looking for my Dalmation, Onyx. He had wandered off into these streets, chasing some stray. After sneaking around for fifteen minutes, I found Onyx snuggling with that stray. Only, that stray was wearing a tag that read Videlli.
“Oh God! Are we really going there?” Yup.
“You realise they are uneducated tribals right?” Yes. Very little is known about them. We can learn and share their culture with the world.
*2 hours later*
“Is keeping us locked in cages a part of their culture?!” So is cannibalism, I’m sure…