6. THE DRUNKEN STYLE Is The Karl Style

Previously, Ryan was in a desperate need for a boat to reach cubes and was helped by Mary to borrow the boat of his fiance as a payment for the beer. But he get into a big trouble when he was failed to notice the presence of a mysterious man and who challenged him on the yacht.

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Jamaica (runaway port)

I was on the ground. Time had changed. the silent starry sea had started its saltshower on shore. Mostly indicating the probability of storm.

He was standing. Looking down on me, pointing his sharped apex of the sword.

"Hey officer I would not.... hicup...ste..al your wine, please spare hicup." He looked kinda a drunk.

A well built man, with medium curly head. His lefthand was handcuffed by chain to the pole of the sail.

"Huh, don't you look thin...... officer .....hicup......does your fiance ran away or what," he pushed his sword back to his backside sleeve near his right waist. There was a bottle hanging to a rope at left waist with another sword sleeve.

He reached out to the left side of his waist, pulled out a bag bottle made up of quite elastic fibre.

He put the opening through his mouth.

"Gulp gulp, haah that's hit the spot, this is last now I swear I will not touch any WI..hicup..ne."

This time he bent and reached out to the bag side of the long boots. A glossy bottle of wine perhaps. He took that out. Reached towards his mouth

Gulped it in a one go. Why do I feel like he is doing opposite of what he told me just now.

." When are you... Hicuup... leaving me of the charges officer, wait.....hmmm.. who are you."

Seriously, this is bad I have no weapon and he is out of his mind.

"Hmm let me think ........a hero. Ya that is what you are. You come to save me." He said.

I should be frank because he is starting to piss me off." No I am taking this ship as of now."

"Pirates huh, got guts to challenge me........what was my Nick name. Well never mind" He said as he throwed the bottle backward into the dark blue.

Whopped his mouth with his right long sleeve.

He reached out to his left waist sword and pierced the wooden deck with the sword and left it standing.

"Fight and take the ship," he said glaringly in a heavy voice.

With having no last resort left, fight begins.

I firmly gripped my hand to the rigid metal, engraved lightly with silver lining.

I took off the the sword through the deck.

He reached out for his right sword and pulled out from the sleeve.

He was handicapped as his left hand was cuffed up with a chain and was mentally unstable.

ATTACK IS THE ONE OF THE BEST DEFENCE thinking that.

I move forward.

slashed obliqly

"Clang" he blocked it.

He pushed me with the sword resulting me to step back. It was his sheer force.

He thrust straight.

It was quick, it glazed pass through my left side of neck beacuse of the slight tilting of boat due to waves.

I gulped, but this is my chance.

I slashed forward

He avoided, by swiftly moving backyard.

Dang it, I will be in trouble if this is going to stretch any longer.

"Got Swift..... Move" he spoke in a drunken way.

"But real fight begins now,"

He moved forward and started slashing through my defense.

I was just nearly able to block.

"Haha... 'Clang'... Hahaha...'Clang'," he was laughing crazily while forcing me to take my steps backwards.

'Clang', sheer madness can be seen in his eyes though it was dark skies, when metal grinded with metal.

His eyes were shining with delight.

'CLANG' sheer strengthpush by his sword took off my balance.

"Oraaaaa," he screamed as he slashed making me collapse out of the boat into the dark sea.

Like an autumn leave which is not needed anymore, which had became declared to fall long ago before it came to live.

Bubble were moving contrastingly as I submerged into the deepest depth of the unknown sea.

"Is this is how its going to end,"