THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART IX
Previously...
The corsairs had thrown a bottle into the sea, tied to a rope and from it they drank, the crystalline color had turned to a dark color. This liquid hurt the crewmen.
One of them with a dagger in his hand, said goodbye to the pirate, reaching the weapon on his neck he took his own life.
In an act of anger and desperation, Firebeard made a last call to Reelé, and she, appearing in front of him, spoke to Marrath and thanked him for his work...and Marrath was under the orders of the sorceress, a fact that caught Firebeard's attention considerably.
The corsairs had fallen to their knees, their eyes showed no life, but a putrid smell unsettled Firebeard who did not hesitate to draw his dagger and take the lives of those who had signed up as part of his crew.
-Have you ever wondered if all your sacrifice was really worth it? Each of your men carried with him a fate sealed by me-whispered Reelé in a tone that echoed like thunder, loud and terrifying, filling the air with its haunting presence.
Firebeard believed that his desperate act would get the sorceress to leave him alone. They faced each other face to face, in a confrontation that from the beginning had been marked by a misunderstanding, an unhealthy obsession of that woman who tried to impose herself on the pirate's desire for freedom, who believed himself to be the master of the seas. But nothing could unite them; their worlds were doomed to collide.
-With what audacity do you utter such words? Stay in the pit of oblivion, you damned witch," roared Firebeard, raising his sword threateningly against Reelé's neck.
It barely touched her skin, the sword did not cause any damage, as if the sorceress' own magic was protecting her, unbelievable what her eyes were observing.
-Firebeard, do you know why I detest your disgusting existence?" asked Reelé, with a calmness that hid an inner storm.
The pirate, without dropping his sword, gave him a gesture of contempt, as if his words were of no importance.
-I swore you would not live to tell of your exploits; not even death would be enough to stop your memory from haunting the dreams of children," she whispered.
Slow death or violent death? -asked the pirate, with a look full of uncertainty and defiance.
The sorceress, with a subtle sigh full of power, brushed Firebeard's sword. In an instant, the blade became a fiery serpent, and the bodies of the corsairs, inert, became ashes, those that went to the rhythm of the wind.
-Marrath, why have you turned against me? -asked the captain, his voice trembling with despair.
The sky turned into a black abyss, and amazing creatures, with thunderous blows, attacked Firebeard's ship again, filling it with hatred. The ship broke in halves, and slowly, it began to sink into the dark waters, as if the sea itself wanted to devour its remains.
-You took away the innocence of children! You and your corsairs took the women as trophies, you stole everything you could, and now... No more! -Reelé shouted, with a voice that resounded with fury and pain, trying to make each word pierce the pirate's ears, which were now bleeding from the inside.
SPANISH
Los corsarios habían lanzado una botella al mar, atada a una cuerda y de ella bebieron, el color cristalino se había convertido a un color oscuro. Este líquido le hizo daño a los tripulantes.
Un de ellos con una daga en su mano, de despidió del pirata, llegando el arma sobre su cuello se quitó la vida.
En un acto de ira y desesperación, Firebeard hace un último llamado a Reelé, y ella, apareció frente a él, le habló a Marrath y le agradeció por su trabajo...y es que Marrath estaba a las órdenes de la hechicera, hecho que llamó la atención considerablemente a Firebeard.
Los corsarios habían caído sobre sus rodillas, sus ojos no mostraban vida, pero un olor putrefacto desquiciaba a Firebeard quien no dudó en sacar su daga y quitarle la vida quienes habían firmado parte de su tripulación
—¿Alguna vez te has preguntado si todo tu sacrificio ha valido realmente la pena? Cada uno de tus hombres llevaba consigo un destino sellado por mí—susurraba Reelé con un tono que resonaba como un trueno, fuerte y aterrador, llenando el aire con su presencia inquietante.
Firebeard creyó que su acto desesperado lograría que la hechicera lo dejara en paz. Se enfrentaron cara a cara, en una confrontación que desde su inicio había estado marcada por un malentendido, una obsesión enfermiza de aquella mujer que pretendía imponerse sobre el deseo de libertad del pirata, quien se creía dueño de los mares. Pero nada podía unirlos; sus mundos estaban condenados a chocar.
—¿Con qué osadía pronuncias esas palabras? Quédate en el pozo del olvido, maldita bruja—rugió Firebeard, al alzar su espada amenazante contra el cuello de Reelé.
Apenas tocó su piel, la espada no causó daño alguno, como si la propia magia de la hechicera la protegiera, increíble lo que sus ojos estaban observando.
—Firebeard, ¿sabes por qué detesto tu repugnante existencia?—preguntó Reelé, con una calma que escondía una tormenta interior.
El pirata, sin soltar la espada, le entregó un gesto de desprecio, como si sus palabras no tuvieran importancia.
—¡Eres un imbécil! Juré que no vivirías para contar tus hazañas; ni siquiera la muerte sería suficiente para que tu recuerdo deje de acechar los sueños de los niños—susurró ella.
¿Muerte lenta o violenta? —preguntó el pirata, con una mirada llena de incertidumbre y desafío.
La hechicera, con un suspiro sutil y lleno de poder, rozó la espada de Firebeard. En un instante, la hoja se convirtió en una serpiente ardiente, y los cuerpos de los corsarios, inertes, se convirtieron en cenizas, esas que se fueron al compás del viento.
—Marrath, ¿Por qué te has vuelto en mi contra? —Preguntó el capitán, con la voz temblando de desesperación.
El cielo se tornó en un negro abismo, y criaturas sorprendentes, con golpes estruendosos, atacaron nuevamente el navío de Firebeard, llenadolo de odio. La nave se partió en mitades, y lentamente, comenzó a hundirse en las aguas oscuras, como si el mar mismo quisiese devorar sus restos.
—¡Quitaste la inocencia de los niños! Tú y tus corsarios tomaban a las mujeres como trofeos, robaban todo cuanto podían, y ahora… ¡Ya no más! —gritó Reelé, con una voz que resonaba con furia y dolor, buscando que cada palabra atravesara los oídos del pirata, que ahora sangraban por dentro.
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THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART I
THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART II
THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART III
THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART IV
THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART V
THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART V
THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART VI
THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART VII
THE PIRATE FIREBEARD AND HIS CURSE ON THE HIGH SEAS/PART VIII