Sawyer's Story

Sawyer wasn't one to be in other peoples business. So far he had kept to himself and avoided interaction with everyone on the ship since he had arrived on it. The crew usually never saw him either and if they did, they kept their distance. They weren't afraid of him or anything like that. He just didn't seem to care about any of them other than his money.

He was in the front section of the Phoenix. It was usually the only place he would be seen at. His long, dirty blond hair blew in the wind. He loved it up here. Up in the sky that is. It was early in the morning, and the breeze was nice and cool. Behind him, he could see people coming out of the Hull area and onto the deck. He noticed Anne, who he had never really looked closely at until now, Markus, the boy who he thought was too young to be the captain of this huge airship, and that TK girl. He already came up with a smart ass name for her. "Tigra" Sawyer said too himself out loud. He heard the voice of a boy talking above his head. He tilted his head up and squinted, the rays of the sun blinding him for just a few seconds. It was Jax, along with his big friend, Yori. Sawyer couldn't hear to much of what they were talking about, but from the tone in the boys voice saying, "...Y-Yori?", he figured they were kinda getting friendly.

Sawyer rolled his eyes and walked away. He thought about joining the other three in conversation, but thought twice about it. He walked past the crows nest, over to the other side of the ship. He walked passed the three overs, smiled and leaned up again the railing, looking down at the ocean. He was itching for something. He couldn't explain it. The urge of wanting to inflict pain upon something. Anything. He was thinking of his father and every time he thought of him, Sawyers mind was clouded with hate. He needed somebody to help him get this off his mind. But he always kept his distance from everyone, to scared he might kill one of them in anger.

He loved it up here, and that was that.

Sawyer was sick of hear everyone yabber. Sure he was excited about the upcoming job, but he wanted to be alone and he didn't know why. He just needed it.

He noticed TK. She looked hungry. He decided to go down to the hull, grab a drink from the bar area and wait for further instruction.

He walked up TK, stuck his hand in his pocket and grabbed a small loaf of bread he was saving from the day before.
"Here you go "Tigra"." He handed the bread to her, took his white hood that had been tucked under his brown vest and tossed it over his head. He gave one last look at everyone on deck. The girl with the green hair looked like fun. He gave them all a smirk and the disappeared to the hull below.

(Quick post before bed! XD)

Sawyer sat at the bar. "Whiskey." He told the bartender. By the looks of this place, it looked like there was a brawl previous to his arrival. There was a bigger fella to the right of him, smack talking about someone. The man was an oaf. Apparently he had his ass handed to him by a woman. "The green headed whore did this teh'meh!!" All of the mans friends were laughing and making jokes at him. His pride was too strong to have been beaten by a woman. Sawyer turned his head slowly, the shadow of his hood covering his eyes. He now looked at the oaf an his three friends. One of them was a red headed drunkard, telling the oaflike man how to sneak up on the green headed woman. Sawyer laughed. They all turned there heads his way. He gulped down his whiskey shot, and asked the kind young bartender for another. "One more and ill be out of your way." The bartender poured and slid it to Sawyer. Just before he could suck it down, the oaf interrupted.

"Oy, whitey." The drunk oaf slurred. "Did i sey' sum'thin funny?" He asked Sawyer.

Sawyer smirked at the man. "Yeah, you did." The oafs face grew red with anger. He started wobbling over to Sawyer, his hand on the hilt of his sheathed curved sword. Sawyer glanced at it very quickly, then back at the oaf. "Well, w-what was it then, lad. (Blurp) Tell meh', c'mon." He spit in Sawyers face after that burp. He let it go. Trying not to kill the man. "It ain't my business. So if I were you I'd step off friend." Sawyer said as he put the whiskey shot down. "

"No, I think'ya know-w what i is talkin' aboot'. You know of the green haired w-whore friend?" The oaf asked. "Yes, I do. But she's hardly a whore pal, sorry. Guess you're SOL."
The mans face got even more red, with rage now.

"She ain't nothin. She probably dose nothin' on this shep' anywee'." The oaf told Sawyer. Sawyer responded with, "that sword that your itchin' to threaten me with was most likely made or tampered with by her. She's built like and tank, I'd back off if I were you pal."

"Yeh must be one of'er friends then, ain't chia." The oaf slurred to Sawyer.
"We're part of the same crew, but no, I've never met he personally. Sorry bubb." He said to the drunken oaf.

"Yer' Lyin' to'meh boi'." The oaf said to Sawyer. The oaf unsheathed his sword. He ment business. So did Sawyer.

"You sure you wanna do this, bubb?" Standing up as he asked the oaf. The oafs response was a hacking of snot, preparing to spit it in Sawyers face, but Sawyer was quick to cut him off. With his left hand it took up the shot of whiskey and threw it in the oafs face. He screamed from the burning in his eyes. Sawyer then took his right hand, grabbed the head of his hair and smashed the drunken oafs face into the counter edge of the bar table. One, two, three times. Sweat trickling off Sawyers face.(God that felt good.) he thought to himself.

"Oh god, not this again!" The bartender yelped as he hid behind the bar, his eyes peering over to see what would happen next. Blood poured from the mans nose. Sawyer had smashed his face between the eyes and nose. The man was crying. Sawyer didn't care though. He needed it. The man also deserved it. Sawyer still had the mans head clutched his grip, his face still pinned to the counter top. The oafs friends ran In fear. All except one. The red head. He attempted to run up to Sawyer with one of the tall bar stools. But again, Sawyer was able to cut him off, too. He kicked the legs of the oaf out from under him, making him fall fast first in a pool of his own blood. Sawyer then smashed one of his boots in the mans face and kept it there. His reflexes were that of lightning.

Now that Sawyers hands were free, he flicked his right out. One could her a click, and the sound of a bicycle spoke, but extremely fast. A hidden palm sized musket pistol popped out of his right sleeve and fell firmly in his hand. He pulled the hammer back fast. Two shots ready.

"Back off Ginger, or you're next." Sawyer said to the drunk red head. "Take your shit bag friend here, get him patched up. You and your filthy crew get off the ship once we make port in the "Black City" or where ever it is we're going. If I see you try anything on miss green up there, or myself for that matter, ill kill you. Or I'll make damn sure one of her friends will. She's highly liked on this ship."

The man nodded. Sawyer kicked the oaf one more time. He walked back up on deck. Where else could he go? He went up, walked past everyone including Tigra and miss green and looked down on the far, far away ocean below. ( I needed that.)

The ocean was an endless blue as he looked down from the upper deck of the Phoenix. How long had it been since Sawyer had been to the "Surface"? "Three years" he thought to himself. Three years he had been looking for his father. Three years he had been following a lead on him. It lead him to The Black City. He had done jobs before and he was new to this ship called the Phoenix. He liked the crew, even though he kept to himself. No one knew what Sawyer was about to do once they made port to the Black City. He wanted to ask someone to go, but he couldn't bring himself to put someone in harms way, other than himself. He was a trained killer, an assassin. An ex-assassin.

"Hey Siren, why don't you go take the blacksmith to sleep that off. She'll need to be ready for the job this afternoon." Sawyer heard Anne suggest it to someone, he wasn't listening to hard. He turned from the railing and looked at the crew that was on deck. He walked over to them all in a casual manner. He didn't want people to notice his anger from earlier down at bar. Even though it sure felt good to put that oaf in his place.

"Hey Captain Youngster." He said to Markus. "Hope the bread was good, Tigra. And hello to everyone else." Sawyer shouted to everyone. He then turned his to Markus. No, more like looked down at Markus, seeing as how Sawyer was 6'1 in height. "What's the deal today, Boss?" Sawyer then looked at the drunk green haired girl laying on the floor. He then looked at the cap. "Is she ganna be alright?" he asked in a joking manner.

Markus looked up at Sawyer "She'll be fine" Markus said with a slight smile "As for the 'deal' today, we are getting paid a very high amount of coin to transport a few large crates to Wernthal. It should be a few days journey, which is why we need not worry for the time limit, which is three weeks" Markus explained to Sawyer. Markus felt a slight suspicious of the time limit, because the journey was so short, and the limit so long. Why would they need three weeks? Markus wondered as he walked towards his quarters.

Sawyer yelled to Markus before he was out of reach. "Whoa, Whoa! So we're not making port to the Black City first shorty? er, i mean cap?" The only thing Sawyer was thinking of were the drunk oaf he beat and the oafs gang he threatened to be off the ship when they arrived at the Black City. This is going to be a problem. If it was Wernthal first, then Sawyer needed to "Improvise".

Sawyer hurried down to the hull. He burst through the door to the bar area again. It felt like only 5 minutes had gone by since he was here last. He was looking for the oaf. He walked up to the bar tender, his eyes were shadowed from the hood on his head. "Hey, kid." Sawyer asked the bartender.

"Oh no! Not you again!" The bartender shouted at Sawyer. "It took me two hours to clean up that mess you left, and you didn't even pay for your drinks!" The boy "DID" seem scared when he was shouting at him. Sawyer took one big step forward, his face had an angry smirk. "B-But don't worry about it! Y-your always welcomed here, sir!" The bartender corrected himself.

Sawyer dug into his pocket. Nothing. He then remember he had a small coin purse tied to the back of his leather belt. He opened it and revealed one hunderad copper and silver coins. "This oughta cover the damage kid." He told the young bartender. The boys eyes widened. He jaw hung open, he slowly picked up one of the coins to examine, then put it back in the pile.

"Well, how many drinks can i get you sir!! Everything is on me!!!" he told Sawyer.

"I ain't got time for that kid. Thanks though. I need to know where that gang i ruffed up went after i told them to piss off." Sawyer asked.

"Well...Come to think of it. I don't really rememeber, i think that, H-hey behind you!" the doors creaked open slowly. The Oaf, the red head and the two others walked in slowly. Their expressions were not to happy.

Well, shit. Sawyer thought to himself.

"Oy there." The oaf said to Sawyer. "I thenk' weh' got'hof on the wrong foot, eh?" The oaf and the gang all drew there swords after he was done talking to Sawyer. "Truth es', I already got back at yer' green haired whore friend. I slipped the "You know what" in'er drenk." As the Oaf explained this to Sawyer, all he could think about was killing him. All five of them. And of coarse, saving the Blacksmith.

They approached him. Swords drawn, slowly walking. Sawyers expression was blank. They could not see his eyes in the shadows, and that's what he wanted. "I was getting ready to go track you down to tell you something, "Friend"" Sawyer said to the Oaf.

"Aye? What the beh, laddy?" The oaf said laughing at Sawyers face.

"To tell you and your gang to get off at Wernthall. That's where we're porting first." he told the Oaf.

"Oy'es that so, lad."

"Yeah, but I think i changed my mind."

"Es' that so." The oaf said again. Sawyer tilted his head up, revealing his eyes to everyone. He made damn sure everyone saw his face this time.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna kill you."

The oaf eyes went wide, his face red with rage. He raised his sword up in the air, preparing for a downward thrust at Sawyer, hoping to end his life. Sawyer took one side step the right. The oafs sword was now stuck in the wooded floor. "You see, that's the one thing about curved swords I don't like friend." The oaf turned his face up to Sawyer, his eye wide with fear this time. "Once there stuck in something, it takes a while to get them out." Sawyer then quickly flicked his right wrist, revealing his hidden pistol. It landed in his firmly. He rotated his body to the left, and immediately shot the man, point blank, in the head. His body went limp almost instantly and fell to the ground.

The red head screamed with rage, as his fellow gang member fell dead to the floor. He ran to Sawyer, sword in hand, ready to attack. Sawyers last shot in his pistol went through his head as well. The red head flew back and landed on the the remaining two men. The two men pushed there dead comrade off them selves.

"What's it going to be, boys." Sawyer taunted at the remaining gang members. They exchanged glances at one another and charged Sawyer, yelling, swords raised high. Sawyer flicked his left hand this time, revealing a hidden blade that was locked in place with the mechanism attached to his leather gauntlet glove. He unsheathed the dagger that was strapped to his chest.

Withen five seconds they both fell to their deaths. They attempted to charge, but Sawyer charged them as well, faster and stronger. He impaled the both with his blades, lifting them off the ground with steel in there chests. He slammed them both to the ground and watched them bleed out, slowly. (That REALLY felt good) he thought to himself once again.

"Kid, i'm sor-" Sawyer had a gun pointed at him. The bartender, though he was a kid, had enough of this. "Get out!" he said to Sawyer. "Take the bodies with you and so long as you are on the Phoenix, do not come back down here. Or i'll tell the crew what you are." Sawyer felt awful, but good also. "Listen kid, i'm sorry i'll clean this up once and fo-" He was cut off by copper and silver coins thrown at him. "Get OUT! Take your money with you." The kid said back to Sawyer. You'll be lucky if anyone up on deck and below deck didn't hear your gun go off. Everyones most likely in a scare now, cause of you. Get out."

Sawyer nodded his head, apologetically. He turned, walked back up to the hull. "He's right, everyone most likely heard that." He thought to himself, opening the hatch door to be back on deck. No one was here. They must have gone back down below deck. He threw the bodies overboard. Thankfully no one saw. He then remembered something. "Oh no." Sawyer said aloud. "That poor drunk girl was poisoned." His mind was in the gutter. He let anger and hate get to him to much this time. He didn't even pay attention to the oaf when he said, "You know What."

He ran back down stairs to look for the green haired girl, or Aurora, or anyone for that matter.

Sawyer ran through the wooden hallway. Every board was the same, walls ceiling, floor. All brown furnished wood. He was coming up to a door at the end of this hallway. He didn't dare go back into the bar area. He was too ashamed. He also felt like an idiot for not checking those damn dirty drunk pirates for poison before tossing their dead bodies overboard. "How could i be so STUPID!" he thought to himself.

He swung the door open. The room was full of potions, on shelves, on tables and even on the floor. Parchments of recipes lay scattered about as well. Two people were standing, staring at Sawyer. It was Asher Evans and some woman he had never seen before in his life.They had a look of wonder about them. He saw the Green haired woman as well. Gumi- er something like that.

"Sorry for the intrusion folks." He said to Asher and the other woman. He pointed his finger at Ms.Green. (That's what i'll call her.) Sawyer thought to himself.

"The blacksmith was poisoned."

"Ah, I hope ye' don't mind.." Gumi responded to Asher's question. "I'm jus' a bit dizzy is all, but I have work to finish that i'm required to fin'sh so I shoul- uhnn.." Her grip on his arm became tighter and tighter. It was a damn good thing Asher was NOT a human; Gumi would've crushed his arm by now. Actually, maybe even a long time ago. Asher smirked at the thought. Gumi let go of Asher's arm, and tried to stand up. Already did Asher see the inevitable.

"Ummmm... I-Is that one not feeling well? I am the ship's current medic. If she's sick, it would be my job to take care of her..." Elweise asked Asher and Gumi.

"No, i'm jus' fine, I jus' needa... sleep it... off is all.." Gumi replied. She turned around but after a few steps, her body hit the floor as the blacksmith passed out. Asher sighed and shook his head. "This is why I will never drink aga-"

Suddenly, the door swung open (thankfully not into the head of Gumili) and Sawyer, yet another crewmember, came in. "Sorry for the intrusion folks. The blacksmith was poisoned."

Not surprisingly, Asher didn't even raise an eyebrow. This didn't mean he was surprised. "Well, then..." Asher started to say. "What kind of poison?" He asked as he walked over to Gumili's body and picked her up, bridal style. "Because we obviously need 1 type of antidote for each type of poison, and I may know the antidote." It's true that Asher knows his poisons, or at least, some of them. There are quite a few poisons that Asher knows that the other crewmembers don't, so Asher might be helpful. If not, then maybe Elweise can help.

Sawyer put his palm to his forehead. He knew this was going to happen. How could he have been so stupid as to toss those bodies overboard and not check them?

"I, uh. Well, you see...I.." Sawyer didn't know how to say it. He didn't want people to know what had happened earlier. He had no choice though. Perhaps If there was enough time by the time they all arrived at Wernthall, they could get a remedy. Perhaps it wasn't even lethal though.

"Okay, so here's the deal." Sawyer started to tell Asher, Tamantha, and Elweise. "Grass head over here apparentely got in some bar fight earlier this morning." Sawyer pointed at the unconscious beauty laying on the cot. "She ruffed the guy up pretty well. There was a gang of them. I counted four. I went down to the bar after eves dropping on that kid and his Charr mate doin' some weird shit up in the crows nest. I needed a drink after hearing that weird stuff." Sawyer explained. "When i got to the bar area, there was this guy, big ass fella', sayin' it wasn't his fault the "Green Haired Whore" beat his ass. Now i don't think she's a whore or anything, so don't go thinking that. Okay, anyway. I started eves dropping on that guys conversation, cause that's what i do. I heard him mention on getting back at him. I laughed, he heard, he got in my face, i beat the shit of him. I told them to get off at the black city when we made port. Only, that was when i thought that was the first place we were making port. Little Captain Markus told me otherwise." Sawyer said the listeners. "That was the first time i went down there...." He waited for a response from everyone.

"After hearing Markus say we're making port at Wernthall, I kind of got worried. I went back down to deal with them. They showed up, swords blazing. They mentioned that the "Oaf" who I called their leader, poisoned her." Sawyer pointed again to Gumi. " Again, the pirates threatened me, and when the hell did we start letting pirates on the ship? Anyway, they threatened me and her again... But this time i made sure they wouldn't hurt me or...her...again."

Sawyer tilted his head down, and saw that the tips of his white sleeves were a little stained with red. He cross his hands behind his back so no one could see. At least he hoped no one did. He tilted his head back up.

"I didn't grab the poison from them when i was done with them though..." He waited for a response.

"No, i'm jus' fine, I jus' needa... sleep it... off is all.." the blacksmith said before collapsing on to the floor.

Soon afterwards, another male creature came in, one Elly hasn't ever seen before. Following him was Tiger Girl, TK. The man stated that the Green Haired girl was poisoned, but Elly didn't know to trust on that or not. She staid seated just watching until the TK Girl confirmed that she had something that smelled like almonds in her breath. 'Almond smell... Cyanide smells like almonds!' Elweise quickly got out of her seat and start rummaging through the potions on her table and shelves as the second man creature explained what happened. 'Cyanide antidote potion... Cyanide antidote potion... I should really start labeling these...' Elly picked up a flask with a clear liquid in it. "Alright!" Elweise shouted surprisingly loud, "the poison was most likely cyanide." She looking over at the male creature named Asher, who had picked up the poisoned girl, "Lay her down my bed over there." She pointed to the small bed against the wall. "She's in the right place. I'll take care of her from here. You all can go now."

"I-I may be of some assistance." TK said, stepping out from behind the door. "I could try to... I don't know... compare the scent of the poison to something else that may have been used in it?" Asher looked at the newcomer. Yes.... That may work... Asher thought. Animals like her- wait... Maybe half-animals is the right term- can smell certain ingredients.... The Immortalis nodded, and TK stepped towards Gumi. The half-tiger sniffed close by Gumi's mouth, most likely trying to smell Gumili's breath. "It smells kind of... almondy... and... um... isn't that bad? Do either of you know, because I can't remember which one smelled like almonds." The half-tiger stated. Sawyer explained his story, and thought that it was a bit absurd that this ship takes pirates. The Immortalis nodded at this. "Well, it ain't your fault." Asher said, nonchalantly. "I don't think we get many instances in which one of us is poisoned and we try to confront the people that poisoned said crew member." This was a bit nice for him to say, but Asher just wanted to think about what was the poison that is killing poor Gumili right now.

Almond... Almond..... Asher tried to remember what kind of poison had that smell, but it seemed that Elweise was the first one to get it right. "Alright! The poison was most likely cyanide." The medic stated. "She's in the right place; I'll take care of her from here. You all can go now." It didn't matter if the other two went; Asher still stayed in the room, though more or less closer to the entrance in case Elweise didn't want his presence. He figured that this may be the only safe haven for peace and quite in this ship.