Аннотация: Eduard, the familiar boy-cabin boy, became a pirate. And fights with the government fleet, robs ships, and frees beautiful, barefoot slave girls. Tries to be fair.
BOY JUNGA PIRATE CAREER
ANNOTATION
Eduard, the familiar boy-cabin boy, became a pirate. And fights with the government fleet, robs ships, and frees beautiful, barefoot slave girls. Tries to be fair.
. CHAPTER #1
Hiding, as if clinging like a leech between the shelves of the meanders of the deck, the barefoot boy Eduard Osetrov continued to listen. The freshly cut boards of the ship tartly smelled of rake oak and tickled the smooth cheek of an eternal teenager, or, perhaps, even a boy of about thirteen years of age. The terminator boy thought hard:
What plan should he choose?
An alien snail-bug, sparkling with an emerald shell, crawled along the bare, rough soles of the cabin boy. She pleasantly tickled the boy's round, pink heel with her paws, and Edik stretched his lips into a smile.
How wonderful it is to have such a young, strong, tireless and resilient body. On which wounds heal without a trace, and knocked out teeth grow back, and even a brand with a hot iron (there was such an episode of slavery in the quarries for a boy!) and then after a few hours disappeared without a trace.
Yes, he pays for this by not growing up, but he has many other advantages and pluses. And this, it should be noted, outweighs all the disadvantages that exist in eternal childhood.
The nobles from among the sea predators continued to carry on a leisurely conversation. The one who is richly hung with rubies asked the emerald priest.
"So, war with the harpers is inevitable?" -
A church-related type confirmed:
- Yes, and the elder brother will already be on our side, it is possible that we will be able to create a broad coalition.
The merchant with the ruby chain asked:
- And Grandmaster Screw?
The cunning conspirator noted:
- He understands better than others that the Double Bass is the main pillar of the world faith, and will help us cope with the harpists.
The merchant grinned slyly:
- Thus, we only have to persuade the king of Flute. And let the thirteenth Dragon issue a bull.
There was a brief pause. Edik, with his strong teeth like a titan, bit off a tarred piece from the cable, chewed it. The stomach of a boy, if you can call a boy a seasoned fighter who has lived for more than one century, is empty. He hadn't eaten before going on reconnaissance, so he wanted something to chew on.
What else to do? Kill them anyway.
Passed by, silently stepping barefoot, tanned to the color of chocolate legs, a slave girl. She was in a short tunic, allowing you to admire the charms of the fair sex. Despite her swarthy skin, the slave girl's hair was blond, almost the whiteness of snow, and she smelled of incense.
Edward even regretted that he was still a boy, but on the other hand, you can admire gilded statues, and peacocks, or precious stones, so is it worth getting excited.
The priest-merchant, shaking the emerald chain, confidently declared:
- And it will be our order, "Dragon's mouth", will bite anyone.
The pot-bellied interlocutor giggled venomously:
"Pirates recently took a hundred-gun cruiser from the Harpers. - Tapping the heels of boots. - That's fun.
The servant of the order, the likeness of the Jesuits, replied:
- That's what they need. They will know how to set all sorts of bastards on us.
Here Edward, who again began to admire another, bare-legged slave in a tunic, with a thin waist and magnificent hips, in this case, a red color, just in time remembered that he had not completed the task given by the former chieftain Morgan Dish. Although on the other hand, why should he necessarily fulfill it. Who is this Morgan, a bloodthirsty pirate and rogue who hid treasure from the team? Why not a rat ? And to his shame, he, a pioneer, five minutes later, a member of the Komsomol Eduard participated in this. Both greed and a thirst for adventure spoke in him. Well, it was his Komsomol choice!
How Eduard Osetrov became a pioneer is a different story, on a planet with a different technological level of development. There, in particular, he encountered an empire like the Third Reich, only even more vast, numerous and technologically advanced.
And she was opposed by her own analogue of the USSR, only led by a beautiful, and outwardly young woman.
And there, of course, there was a pioneer. Moreover, there were surprisingly many children on this planet, and about five times more women than men. Wonderful world.
The boy commanded an entire children's battalion, and received the star of the hero of the SBKR - that was the name of this red empire. Eduard even captured the Cobra-13 tank weighing a thousand tons and drove it to his units. Which turned out to be very cool. And his team, two thirds girls and a third boys, showed themselves to be very cool. But that, of course, is a different story.
And now Edward is on a ship, in a world of approximately the seventeenth century, when compared with the earthly period of development.
And the boy's keen ear hears everything well.
- Well, the Dragon must growl and spewing flames from itself that scorch everything in a row. And Grandmaster Screwup could send an assassin to the Harp King. A venomous hiss was heard. - Although God knows what kind of ruler is there, but the struggle for the throne will not strengthen the empire.
The counterpart with emeralds answered with a chuckle:
- The killer is carefully concealed and ready to sting. There is only one God in the universe, and there should be only one great patriarch and elder brother. - The tone of the prince of the church and the king of assassins became viscous. "The fact that their king decided to become the head of the church is sacrilege, and cruel punishment awaits him.
The interlocutor, fingering the ruby chain, asked:
Abalddin finally be killed?
Laughter in response:
- At the right time.
A voice full of thirst purred:
- Then let's drink to that.
The Jesuit called a twirling boy from among the ship's servants, loudly commanded.
- Bring us a keg of chisher .
The boy, flashing his bare heels, picked up a vast container and with difficulty dragged it to the leaders. He almost fell, tripping over the board, but the slave girl managed to grab the container with the precious liquid.
The cabin boy thanked her, already being beaten on the heels with sticks when he spilled the wine. And when a bamboo grove passes along the bare sole of a kid, you scream at the top of your lungs. And then the feet are on fire, and every step becomes agony for a good couple of weeks.
Edward winked at the boy and the slave, although they did not see him.
Yes, here, of course, life is boring, and you won"t plunge into a wonderful, fairy-tale world on a game console.
A pair of nobles pounced on the jug and began to swallow with such relish, like camels crossing the Sahara desert without water. When the conspirators drank, they drove the lad away with dirty abuse, rewarding him with a generous kick in the ass, and whipping his bare, tanned legs with a whip. We went into the cabin and sat down at the table. Apparently, they still did not have enough time for a conspiracy. Although they spoke quietly, the sharp-eared scout in short pants, Edik, caught every word.
- Now the conversation will be more fun. - A Jesuit from another universe began. - The thirteenth dragon believes that an empire like Harp has no right to exist. It must be divided between the Double Bass and the Flute, as for the vile heretical republic of Harmon, its turn will soon come.
Then the merchant-conspirator with the rubies remarked:
- Oddly enough, but sometimes people are much more religious and treat the Almighty God and his servants with respect. For example, the Republicans pay us tithes regularly!
The Jesuit, the priest with the emerald necklace, growled:
- But no more than that, and other payments to the treasury of the elder brother were stopped.
Then his partner took another sip of sweet and spiced wine, ate fatty meat soaked in chocolate sauce. The sticky juice of the animal flowed down his beard; thanks to special training, the barefoot boy Edik's eyesight became very sharp, and he could see the details through the muddy, crooked glass of the late Middle Ages. Then he said thoughtfully:
- Nothing, I think the best option is to restore the monarchy there. - A wolf grin and a vampire grin. - In this case, there will be more order, and the power of the church will be strengthened.
The Jesuit hastened to assure:
- We already have a suitable prince. He was brought up at the monastery, and is absolutely dependent on us.
Laughter in response:
"That's great, what else do you want?"
A whisper like a hiss of a snake:
- Brib someone, and kill someone.
The conspirator with rubies sniffed dope from a snuffbox and hissed:
One kill is better than a hundred curses. We must act, not delay.
- Let's drink again for the fact that only we are conspiring, and the rest are entangled in them!
The drunkards sipped on an imposing silver goblet. The wine was expensive and very strong, although it tasted good. Fiery red, it frothed, as if the blood of a baby had been spilled on the surf.
- Maybe we'll sing, we're tired of talking about politics.
There was a hiss:
- Come on, just be quiet, otherwise we'll wake up the whole ship. Tomorrow our people have work to do.
A blow with his fist on the table, and the wine flew onto the camisole, covering it with dirty spots:
- What about people? Worse than a dog. Should we take care of them?
And a vile chuckle with a whistle:
- But it's good to squeeze a coin out of them. Especially if they feel and know that you care about them, even more in words than in deeds.
Slave girls appeared. This time they were wearing thin panties, and with narrow strips of fabric on their chests. Their bare, olive, tanned feet stomped along the deck, emitting quiet, enchanting sounds. And the wind was blowing long, bright hair of red, gold, white, brown color.
They entered to the nobles, ready to satisfy any lust of dignitaries.
Finally, mournful singing was heard;
There is nothing more certain than a coin
She truly shines without falsehood!
In fact, the doubloon is the ruler of the world,
His support is a strong sword and shield!
In it the pagan gods are hidden,
Like the sun, a radiant golden face...
Although there are still bandits-parasites,
Who set off in the bargaining of the soul!
Coin, this is an idol and an archangel,
He is the savior, the destroyer of all.
Without gold, hired damask languishes,
Without money, success will not come in battle!
But what do you want, man of the heart,
Hunting to buy immortality for you ...
To greedily open the door to bliss,
To weave a thread of centuries of life!
But can a doubloon get that too?
Is the golden circle capable of dreaming?
So that the old man with a scythe does not come with greetings,
And he didn"t put a seal on his forehead in the morgue!
Although a coin needs a lot of happiness,
To give us plenty of sin!
But man has no power over passion,
Him girls, like millet to a rooster!
He wants to get a lot from the belly,
Eat pheasants, pineapple pounds.
Although you can not eat to the grave,
Even if you are extremely cool with money!
And the coffin, it even costs too much,
Because there is room for kings in it!
After all, the angel will draw a zero on the form,
A blow to the forehead and a stick to the brain!
The conspirators' tongues became increasingly tangled, and after another glass, the protracted bazaar finally fell silent.
The last phrases turned out to be:
"You heard there was a mutiny in Jack London, led by two, or rather, three beautiful women.
The priest with the emeralds giggled and growled:
- When they are caught, the soldiers will have a great joy, they will be torn apart and cut into ribbons!
The merchant with rubies grunted and hiccupped:
"I wouldn't mind taking part in the hunt myself."
burping with difficulty , choked out:
- Here on the coast there is a chic brothel, tomorrow we will take on board even hotter and more temperamental bitches.
- Not stupid, but why not now. I have a desire. Hey, call me some prostitutes. Where are the night, glossy fairies? - The drunken nobleman, dropping the chain, made a loud noise and fell off his feet.
- May the Almighty send you a good dream. - Said the noble priest, sniffed from the sobering bottle. He stood for a while, coming to his senses, then crossed himself with a trembling hand, and then with a shuffling gait went to his cabin.
The slave girls supported him by the arms. But apparently having too much alcohol, the clergyman was no longer capable of anything.
And the girls here are so beautiful, and what pleasant smells from incense and slender, athletic bodies of the fair sex.
The conversation, overheard by the scout Osetrov, was fraught with a lot of secret information, probably very valuable for someone, but there was little sense for the young scout himself. In the end, whether or not the harp king is poisoned, it makes little difference to them. And the war, on the contrary, is in favor of the filibuster, more booty, the enemy"s warships are less busy with you. As for the Elder Brother, the corsairs, as a rule, are superstitious, but at the same time they are not believers, and on occasion they are ready to rob the priest to the bone. Eduard Osetrov himself never prayed, and with his mother's milk he absorbed into himself that all religions are a lie, but there are no gods. Or, as they say, God, who is the Trinity. And how is it, there are three gods and, at the same time, one? It doesn't happen! If the mother believed in anything, then she preferred not to spread herself with the children, and Alice believed that there was some kind of power in heaven, albeit not biblical. The uprising, of course, is interesting, but Eduard was far from thinking that he was usually arranged by such a calm and good-natured sister-sister in space weapons. This thought seemed too wild and unbelievable, although a lot could change in eight years. Especially in a war! A pirate, and Eduard is undoubtedly a pirate, however, this is a damn thing.
- The rich snickered to the limit! - Stomping your bare foot on the oak. - The poor are starving, that's why riots break out. It's not really my business. the terminator boy whispered. "We need to think about what to do with this splinter.
His eyes fell on the unfinished keg. A black-haired boy who looked very much like him ran up to him and spoke softly.
- Uncles pretty screwed up. No one sees, I'll try their " wine ". The lad leaned over and took a sip of the sweet drink. Then, after sucking it, he took another sip; the boy"s head began to make a noise, and he staggered and went to the galley.
- And what if we get into the powder warehouse and blow up the barrels there. In this case, this hulk will burn and sink. - the insidious Edward figured it out. "I will.
But then the boy remembered that there were beautiful slaves on the ship, and they could die. Well, all right, he has on his index finger a small, in the form of a silvery snake, such a modest and imperceptible at first glance ring. But he is able to move individuals of the opposite sex over short distances. So there is a chance that the girls will be saved.
Grabbing a torch and, just in case, smearing his face and hair with resin, the lad went into the depths of the ship, at the same time, he put his classy elite sword in the crack, fearing that he would betray him with his brilliance. The decision is controversial, but there is no choice. It was stuffy inside the vessel, and it didn't smell very good. Of course, the sailors did not differ in cleanliness, and they relieved themselves anywhere. However, he who knew the mines, where naked, shaved boys worked hard in chains and received blows with a whip for the slightest joint, or, having slowed down his work a little, turned out to be a spy boy not one of the fastidious. In the mine, for example, the need was relieved right in the cracks, and even the torches smoked. Yes, and the boys chained up, sweaty for years, do not wash, so there really was Hell. And here, just a normal hole for the late Middle Ages.
As he walked, his boy with lean muscles, a gymnast boy, was called out.
- Mane, give us some rum. - The drunken sailor muttered.
Bending over, Edik jumped up to the barrel, awkwardly groped for the tap, and poured it into the jug. The faucet was rusty and turned extremely tightly. It was as if an anchor had caught on the seaweed.
- You've been messing around too long, you vile boy. - Scout Osetrov received a heavy slap on the head. - Well, get off the devil, they haven"t given it yet.
False cabin boy ran at full speed. It's good that they take him for someone else. Powder depots are always positioned in such a way that the probability of an accidental shot being hit is minimal. That is, at the bottom and in the middle of the ship, right under the grandmast, and even in this linear ship they put a sheet of bronze on top for strength and reliability. That's where he should go. The barefoot boy Edik began to descend, the steps were slippery, and the smell was getting stronger. Along the way, he came across sailors a couple of times, they called out to him, forcing him to carry out this or that small assignment. The young warrior carried out the assignments willingly and quickly; in the darkness it was impossible to distinguish him and the local boy, especially since the real Mane was most likely sleeping. This is how sometimes espionage benefits potential victims. The world, as always, is full of paradoxes. That's why, however, it is the world of living people. From excitement, the warrior boy Edward sweated heavily and began to shine in the light of the torch.
- It is necessary to cope with the nerves, otherwise, what a pirate I am. He spoke to himself.
Finally, a heavy oak door with a huge lock is visible. Here Osetrov stopped, not knowing what to do next. At that moment, he was called again.
A very fat man with a long knife called him over. And in an extremely nasty, hoarse voice cackled:
- You're hanging around the hold slacker, go clean my boots.
Sweaty Edward ran up to him, the flames lit up his grubby face, then, as luck would have it, the fat man gave him a more attentive look. The boy had a very beautiful face by nature, and his body, and his pretty face of an angel, it is very difficult to confuse with someone.
- You're not Mane! - And a hysterical, but quiet cry due to drinking. "Ah, nasty spy, tell me, who are you?"
Instead of answering, Eduard punched the enemy with his palm in the throat. He waved his knife in response, and the young man barely dodged a blow that slipped through the ribs. Slight burn, and unpleasant itching from the scratch.
- Here's the beast. - The Sturgeon Warrior, intercepting his hand, twisted the knife, then drove it into the stomach up to the hilt. The fat man screamed, and tenacious fingers dug into his throat, stifling a scream.
The lad strangled the enemy with all fury, feeling satisfied that how the enemy's resistance falls, and how he sags. When the fat man finally became a corpse, the formidable boy Edward threw him away. Now, and he clearly understood this, he must hurry, otherwise they will raise the alarm when they discover the disappearance of an important sailor, or rather, even a naval officer. However, the lock did not move, and the boy did not yet have the skills of a burglar, in any case, such primitive locks (which cannot be said about electronic codes), using a knife in vain. It got dull and broke.
Here, several girls with a minimum of clothes, but with a maximum of charm, ran across the deck, stamping their bare feet.
She left her bare soles in the dust very graceful, like a sketch of Leonardo Da Vinci, traces.
- That's ugliness, how can I open the lock now. Maybe set the door on fire? Edward put the torch on. Solid wood burned badly, besides, it was iron-forged on top. The young saboteur soon realized the complete futility of such a path, and began to warm up the castle. The oil in it caught fire and smelled strongly.
- It stinks like burnt manure. - Enraged young boy Eduard poked a broken knife into the hole, poked deeper, slightly scrolling. He remembered a movie about ancient times - "Rusty Sword", where a thief tried to open the lock of the barn in a similar way. True, now this method did not work.
There was a noise and two guards were approaching. They were drunk and were howling an incoherent song. The brave boy Edward was not afraid of them, but the risk that they would raise the alarm was too great. Therefore, he darted into the darkness, with a swift movement of his palm, extinguishing the torch.
"Sweet couple" came to the door. The eldest in the pair, a rather massive fighter, said.
- And why the hell did the general order us to check the security of the gunpowder warehouse, no one will come here.
- Yes, and the castle here is such that the devil himself would break his leg. - The second warrior muttered and then grunted. And then he checked in confusion:
- Look, someone wanted to open the door.
With hindsight, anyone is strong, the young warrior Edward hit himself on the forehead in frustration, you have to be so absent-minded. Meanwhile, the guard tried to pull the knife away. The other croaked, began to look around, twisting his neck in fear:
"There"s a spy on the ship, it"s time to raise the alarm."
It was no longer possible to hesitate, the word accelerated by a spring, Edward jumped out of the ambush and carried out a blow in a jump.
He beat with all his might with his shin on the back of the head, even the crunch of broken vertebrae was heard. At that moment, the second sailor twitched, trying to pull out the knife, and, lo and behold, the lock parted by itself.
Before the last opponent could get up with his mouth open stupidly, the well-trained young warrior Edward fought with both hands and feet. When they tried to take him, Osetrov gave him an uppercut to the jaw, then added to the temple. The warrior slumped to the floor.
Several beautiful girls, barely covered by thin strips of cloth, happily took and applauded, exclaiming in unison:
Well done, barefoot cabin boy! You are hero!
The young terminator whispered happily:
- Now, we need to act faster!
Having plucked his pockets and found a flint, a necessary thing, because as the lantern that the drunkards were carrying went out, the Sturgeon Warrior knocked out a spark and lit a torch.
- Now let's commit sabotage, as in one film about antiquity, the pioneer blows up the Nazis. - The young warrior tore the rag, soaking it with resin, made a homemade wick. Then he cut a piece at the largest barrel, filled it and set it on fire.
- Let the angels of the antiworld come to my aid! - The eyes of the former partisan underground fighter sparkled predatorily. - I hope there is enough time to escape.
Softly stepping on his toes, the tanned muscular terminator boy Eduard closed the door, hung it back and, snapping the lock with a sharp movement, rushed upstairs. It seemed that the deep atmosphere presses on the chest and clouds the head. The legs became surprisingly heavy. On the way, they called him a couple of times, and the great warrior Eduard, who looked so much like an ordinary half-naked barefoot boy boy, answered in a strangled voice:
The general called me urgently.
This, of course, worked flawlessly on the narrow-minded warriors, until another voice asked.
- And why does the general need the net?
The young boy Eduard, sparkling with his bare, calloused heels, answered with a pre-prepared stamp:
- I have an urgent mission, I need to go to the deck.
-No, you will serve us first. - The sailor yelled, grabbing him by the muscular, albeit with a sharply protruding bone shoulder.
The young warrior, without thinking twice, hit the brute on the knee, then carried out a sweep. He collapsed under the friendly laughter, and the nimble kid Osetrov added speed.
His running became more and more desperate and convulsive. The bare heels of the eternal terminator child flashed by. Here, at last, is the saving deck, he rushes to the familiar gap, trying to find his sword. He is absent!
Only slave girls, somewhere spiritually sing something with their nightingale trills, very beautiful voices. And what kind of girls they are, generally sweet-looking .. With their clean and smooth skin.
However, Edward is not up to it - after all, his legendary and valiant sword has gone.
But this is not an easy weapon, such a blade will cut any metal. Stamping his bare foot angrily, Edward whispered with pale lips:
I won't leave you, even if I have to die.
The young saboteur was feeling the railing at breakneck speed, then a sentry stumbled upon him.
A loud shout followed:
- What are you doing here?
- The general ordered to find the lost medallion with a diamond heart! - There was a quick-witted eternal boy Osetrov. With difficulty restraining himself, so as not to immediately gouge his hard, like the tip of a crowbar, bare heels in the forehead.
He even choked with joy:
- That's right, so let's eat together.
The warrior rushed to the deck and began to feel the boards, it seemed to Edward's young body that time was flying, quickly measuring out the last seconds for him. The rush of thoughts was interrupted by an exclamation.
- Look what I found. - Yes, sometimes it happens that anyone is lucky, but not you. Although luck is a relative concept. The fighter took out a dimly flickering sword.
- Class! Let me show you a trick. - Said the eternal terminator boy, and with a sweet smile, cutting his right hand into the solar plexus with his fingers, using the "Tiger Claw" technique. Then, the hand felt the familiar lightness of a sword. With a running start, the young and invincible warrior jumped overboard.
The slave girls, stamping the bare, chiseled, graceful, as it should be, feet of the fair sex who did not know shoes, sang;
You are our great idol,
Boy warrior light...
Conquer the whole world -
Be love sung!
Almost immediately, there was a huge explosion, the ship split into two parts, and smoking logs scattered in all directions. One of them hit the boy Eduard very painfully on the tanned bare shoulders, and the firebrand slightly burned his bare feet, a fragment hit the rough sole of the cabin boy. Although he was stunned, he did not slow down, he swam on autopilot.
And, of course, he did not forget to rub the ring and say a short spell.
The magical whirlwind picked up the slave girls. And he carried them to a safe place from the blown-up ship of a fairy-tale land. And they ended up in port. A whole squad of beautiful girls of varying degrees of nudity. And only one of them had sandals embroidered with pearls. And that"s because she wasn"t exactly a slave.
The girls took it in chorus and sang:
But the pulsation of the heart and veins,
Tears of our children, mothers...
They say we want change
Throw off the yoke of slave chains!
The warrior boy sang back to them:
The son of the Earth will answer, no,
I will never be a slave...
I believe that freedom will flourish,
The sun will heal a festering wound!
For the great Fatherland in battle,
The boy's heart is calling you...
Rise valiant knight in the morning
The darkness will go away, the roses of May will bloom!
Tiger sharks again began to pursue the boy who had committed sabotage.
The young warrior Edward famously waved his sword, although his bruised shoulder hurt unbearably. Here one of the predators swam too close, and was cut, after which, her own companions attacked her.
And they began to torment their goods and literally tear them to pieces. And the waves were painted in the color of a ruby sunset.
- You sharks have no sense of solidarity. Instead of supporting a fallen comrade, you finish him off. - The young warrior ironically added. Where has your conscience gone?
The sharks whined something inaudible in response, only one of them, with purple stripes and without horns, suddenly said:
- Who are you, little guy, to dispute millions of years of evolution.
From surprise, the eternal boy Eduard almost dropped his sword, but fortunately, thanks to a phenomenal reaction, he managed to intercept the precious trophy with his agile, bare toes, like those of a monkey.
The young warrior asked:
- Are you talking?
The shark chuckled ironically:
- What do you think, only people are capable of this? Here it is your swagger, not without reason most of you deny evolution, attributing to yourself a divine origin. - And the main predator of the seas angrily flicked her tail on the water.
The boy logically replied:
- I'm not the majority, and in particular, I believe that we were once mindless monkeys. But then they managed to get up. - The tough warrior got up. - Millennia will pass, and we will reach such heights that even the most daring science fiction writers do not dream of!
The shark, continuing to follow Edward at a certain distance, noted skeptically:
- All the same, you, man, are overly self-confident. You hope to achieve with the help of reason what others cherish the hope of obtaining through Divine grace.
The boy, trying to add speed, especially since the cuts received as a result of the explosion itched disgustingly, was surprised again:
- How do you know about this, because you don"t get out of the sea.
Shark knowledgeably said:
- Some of us have an innate ability to absorb information from the brains of those who have been eaten. So I came across an extremely well-read bishop. You, too, although a youngster, but keep a lot of knowledge in yourself. Now you will be my breakfast or dinner, whichever you prefer.
- Just try! - Nimble as a cobra, Edward, catching the oncoming movement, waved his sword and slashed at the nearest shark, which rushed at him.
The blow hit her, severing her eye, brain, and horn. And again, the predators, instead of flying all together on their offender, clung to the convulsing body.
- No, you will never taste my brain. - Said, with difficulty restraining laughter, sharks looked very stupid, little boy. "But if you want, swim closer. - The young warrior made a semblance of a fig with his bare toes.
The sea robber, fearing to attack herself, hissed aggressively:
- Now they're going to kill you. - Apparently, not too resourceful for swearing, squeezed out. - You are a stupid bastard.
Predatory fish, having finished with their partner, again rushed after the young man. They tried to attack him from all sides, but dexterous, training in secret combat, including with cold weapons, the eternal boy Edward dived and ripped open one belly, the other cut off his tail. Sharks, like bad ones, lost interest in him for a while, gnawing at their own.
- You, I see, do not control your sisters. - Joyfully remarked the invincible boy Edward. Why are they so primitive? And they die in silence, like partisans under interrogation?
The main shark answered honestly:
"People like me are rare. And the rest is a mountain of stupid muscles that are confirmed by instincts: finish off the wounded - stronger than my orders.
The nimble boy Eduard weighed the sword and thought why not throw it at this minke whale. True, there was a risk of missing and losing a magnificent weapon. As if guessing his intentions, the intelligent shark increased its pace and began to move away from the young fighter.
- And you, I see, were frightened. - The cruel warrior giggled, looking like a boy, Edward. - Can you call your gang back?
The finned vixen hissed venomously:
Don't count, you won't have many chances of survival.
The sharks again tried to tear him apart, touched him a couple of times, in particular, they tore open his leg with their teeth, almost chewed off the fingers on his hand, and gave a couple of painful blows to the body with their horns, apparently breaking a couple of ribs. But a good dozen of them themselves were killed. Short pauses while they finished off their comrades allowed him to reorganize. A gunner, a curly-haired and crooked-nosed former convict, was already waiting for him on the ship. Together with him, a heroic woman who looked like a black woman, they fired from the smallest cannon. No wonder he had a Negro reputation as an unsurpassed shooter, the ball hit the shark exactly, tearing it apart.
- Boo -boo! - Said the young warrior Edward, baring his teeth. - It"s just a pity that it"s not striped. Now she will remember me and will take revenge. - He ran the edge of his hand across his throat, adding. - But revenge on her, specifically, will come out and not only sideways!
The young warrior, clinging with his hands and bare toes of nimble feet, which even a chimpanzee would envy, quickly climbed onto the deck, he was so excited that he did not feel tired. Captain Kavarnava was the first to run out to meet him: