Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea

style='font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Chapter 27

style='font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>“I do care!”

Ahriman struck a thin, dark haired man forcefully,
causing the man to stumble backward a bit.
“Wha’ do ye mean The Black Pearl is gone?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Where the bloody hell did it go?”

“I…I don’ know, Cap’n,” the man stuttered.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “She’s jus’ gone. D-Dolon said ye was takin’ care o’ Sparrow, so we didn’ think
nothin’ about it.”

Ahriman made an incoherent grumbling noise and went
in search of Dolon. When he found the
man, he spat, “Where is it?”

Dolon’s reply was plain. “I did wha’ ye asked me t’ do, Ahriman, ye said nothin’ about me
worryin’ about The Pearl.”

“I shouldn’ ‘ave t’ say anythin’, Dolon, as
first mate, ye should…”

“Read yer bloody mind?” Dolon was noticeably fed up with his captain.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I thought ye were gonna get rid o’ Sparrow,
Ahriman, did ye fail again?”

Ahriman drew his sword. “How dare ye speak t’ me in tha’ tone!”

“The whole bloody crew thinks yer mad!” Dolon
shouted.

Ahriman’s blade was flush against Dolon’s neck
now. “Oh, the whole crew, is it,
Dolon? Sure it’s not yer own opinion?”

Dolon wasn’t fazed.
“Ye don’ ‘ave the guts t’ kill me, Ahriman, ye need me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m the only one who can get the crew t’
settle down when ye start t’ act the way yer actin’. It takes less an’ less t’ set ye off anymore…no wonder we ain’
found any plunder in months.”

Ahriman was sweating and his hands began to
shake. “We’re gonna leave Lyon.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I didn’ plan on Cordelia bein’ ‘ere ye
know…”

“Yer too busy with yer whores t’ care about yer
crew! We’ve been ‘ere too long, the men
are gettin’ restless. An’ as fer yer
sister…”

“Watch yer mouth,” Ahriman growled.

“…she doesn’ make a bit o’ difference one way or
another. Ye don’ give a damn about ‘er,
Ahriman! Ye were more concerned tha’
she was with Sparrow than anythin’.”

“I do care!” Ahriman insisted, the blade of
his sword starting to cut Dolon’s flesh.

“Then why is she up in yer room, passed out on the
floor? Temper get t’ ye again?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Jus’ so ye know, Ahriman, the door’s
unlocked – if ye thought ‘er bein’ exposed t’ Sparrow was bad, think about the
likes o’ men tha’ could be ‘avin’ their way with ‘er now.”

Ahriman let out a loud grunt as he sliced Dolon’s
neck. The cut wasn’t deep enough to
kill him, but it was enough to make him fall to the ground in a panic.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Find yerself a new crew if ye live, mate.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Ahriman stormed off and was determined to
find out where The Black Pearl had gone. He convinced himself that Cordelia would be fine – who would dare
to go into his private room anyway?
Right now his mission was to find – and kill – Jack Sparrow.