Part 1 - UKUS Kidnapping a God
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selective_anonArthur sighed as he swirled the goblet in his hands, watching the amber liquid slosh up the sides. He’d already had far too much for his own good, but he just couldn’t stop! This bloody weather was a nuisance! Always storming and whatnot. And the sea! Even when it wasn’t storming the waves were high and dangerous. He’d lost two of his men this week. TWO! Any more and he’d have to dock in the nearest town and get new men from there! This had to stop!
In his, er, slightly soused state, Arthur had a bright idea. To kidnap a god. Why not? It would solve the problem of the ocean and weather if he were to hold them for ransom, saying that he would kill or torture them unless he got fair weather and calm seas. Really, was it too much to ask? He'd prayed for it. The gods hadn't answered, maybe it was time to take a more practical approach. He could see it now. A god in his hands, and he could do anything, but how to contain it? He could keep it in the gallows, but what was to prevent it from escaping? No, he needed something better.
Well... there was that one chest.
A while back, they had taken a ship of what looked to be demigods (ten of them, in fact) who had weapons that wouldn’t cut the pirates, so they were unable to defend themselves. The demigods, under torture, had said that the weapons only cut monsters and could hurt gods, and they proved it because they used the weapons to cut the demigods into pieces. Fun times!
Maybe that was why the gods were angry with them now. Oh well. That would be rectified soon enough. His spirits considerably lightened, the pirate captain put a cork in the alcohol jug and he slipped into his hammock, dreaming of ways to catch himself a god.
In his, er, slightly soused state, Arthur had a bright idea. To kidnap a god. Why not? It would solve the problem of the ocean and weather if he were to hold them for ransom, saying that he would kill or torture them unless he got fair weather and calm seas. Really, was it too much to ask? He'd prayed for it. The gods hadn't answered, maybe it was time to take a more practical approach. He could see it now. A god in his hands, and he could do anything, but how to contain it? He could keep it in the gallows, but what was to prevent it from escaping? No, he needed something better.
Well... there was that one chest.
A while back, they had taken a ship of what looked to be demigods (ten of them, in fact) who had weapons that wouldn’t cut the pirates, so they were unable to defend themselves. The demigods, under torture, had said that the weapons only cut monsters and could hurt gods, and they proved it because they used the weapons to cut the demigods into pieces. Fun times!
Maybe that was why the gods were angry with them now. Oh well. That would be rectified soon enough. His spirits considerably lightened, the pirate captain put a cork in the alcohol jug and he slipped into his hammock, dreaming of ways to catch himself a god.
