"You'll have to do better than that, you snot-nosed little brat...and get your damn finger out of your nose!"
The captain of this small vessel was getting quite agitated with the small boy in the pink bunny suit, for the fight on this ship had been raging for some time. It was a single marine ship, Kaizer unsure, really, how it had come to be here. He'd taken his chance, however, for he hadn't been flying his Jolly Roger and had been able to bring his ship alongside the other. The Captain, Mr. Christian, Jerrek, and a few others had boarded the vessel, leaving "Tiny" Tim to snipe people with his slingshot and those deadly steel bearings of his. He was quite good, more than a few men on deck dead with holes through their skulls. Another good number were lying eviscerated from the blades of Jerrek's swords, the little demon angry that one had managed to cut his coat. Mr. Christian bore the brunt of damage, but he'd also done the most damage to the other vessel. Not only had he knocked more than his share of men overboard, he'd smashed the mast over a period of time with his errant swings, sending it crashing into the ocean.
Now, sweating and bloody, the two Captains faced off on the upper deck. Kaizer Cuttler stood before the man, his nostril impaled upon his finger, it would seem, the young man grinning as he brandished a cutlass with his other hand. He had nothing to say to the man, darting in as he rooted inside his nose, slashing out with the cutlass only to be parried again. It was all part of the plan, however, stepping and moving, bobbing and weaving as the two size each other up. Slashing downward from his right side, the man aims to cleave the boy from his shoulder to his hip, yet he never makes it even to his flesh, the cutlass ringing expertly off the man's sword before its owner bobs backwards again, a sneer on his face.
"It's all over."
His finger slides free of his nose, a small black speck at the tip of it as he levels his hand at his foe, giving the quickest of flicks. To the man he was fighting, it would seem as if he were flicking merely a chunk of snot at him. That was not the case, however, as the small chunk of nose gold smashes into his chest, exploding with a resounding boom and gutting the man quite effectively, innards spilled to the deck. Kaizer himself steps back to avoid the gushing guts and blood, though one man from his crew was not quite so lucky, bathed in the bloody backlash from the explosion. He merely wipes his eyes and gives a cheer, the crew going to sack what they could from the ship as Kaizer once more painstakingly carves his message upon the body, this time using a small knife from the man's own pocket to carve it into his surprised face.
Kaizer wuz heer.
No one could ever accuse Kaizer Cuttler of being the smartest cookie in the jar, but despite his atrocious spelling at times, he was an effective killing machine. Often underestimated and always the victor so far, he was surprised that his bounty wasn't higher than what it was. True, he didn't leave witnesses very often, but there was no reason to destroy this ship...everyone was either dead, dying, or useless, the ship's mast floating away. He props the dead man up on the rear deck so that he stands despite the gruesome hole, having to impale him on his own sword to do so. With that done, the small, pink-clad Captain grabs a rope situated against the railing and swings back to his ship with a heart-pounding moment of fear as one bloody hand slips, feet thumping to the upper deck moments later. He pulls his hood slowly down, eyes closing as he waits for his crew to get what they could and toss it over to their ship, which they had gotten as close as they dared once the fighting broke out. Luckily they hadn't been in a firefight with those cannons. This little crap ship would've broken up where it floated. Now all he had to do was wait...then they could find somewhere to get a ship..a better ship, one more befitting of a pirate of Kaizer's talents.
