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Muttering to herself, Bette chewed on the scene in front of her, her mind turning over every possibility like puzzles, sorting, discarding. The island was tiny, no dwellings could be seen from her vantage point, a small cluster of trees the only cover she could see.
“Send men, Shane. Now. We need to keep him in the open. Once the area is secure, Tina and I will follow. Strict instructions that no harm is to come to anyone who even closely resembles my mother. Shane, this is crucial. Let his Royal Pain in the Ass escape if her safety is at risk. Understood?”
“Archers on the ready. Ships in place. Something is amiss but that’s a battle with a fool…”
“James, go with them. This is the moment we prepared for. Go go go…make haste…why are you all standing here? Fucking GO…”
Reassuring herself with the touch of her sword on her side, Bette shed her coat and made sure her knives were ready, adrenaline pumping in her veins like a song. Appearing at her side with coffee, Tina stood close as Bette closed her eyes in appreciation of her first sip, marveling at her wife’s excellent timing, pulling Tina closer to give her a hug.
“This may be the last time I get to hug you, Sweetheart. For some time. I love you. Know that. It ends today. Know that as well.”
“I love you, too Bette. So much.”
They watched as rowboats took her crew to the island even as The King could be seen putting on an audacious coat, stomping through the shallow water, yelling out orders, his boots thigh high and his gloved hands waving. Her hands on the rail, Bette watched, her mind whirling with possibilities.
“You want to be down there, don’t you?”
“Yes. No. Normally I would be. But things are different now. I am a mother. A wife. You are my priority.”
“It’s ok, Tee. This is where I want to be. This is what I want. You know that right?”
Giving Bette such a soft smile that the brunette felt it in the depths of her soul, Tina nodded, her eyes watery as she sighed. She was about to say more when something about the King caught her eye and she grabbed Bette’s hand to tell her at the same time the brunette mumbled, “that’s odd… he doesn’t usually walk like that, does he?”
“No. It’s not him, Bette. It’s a decoy. They are leading your crew away from the shore, away from us.”
“That sneaky bastard. I will kill him, Tee…. Let’s go…”
“On board. He’s on the ship and we can board it while most of his crew are on the island. He thinks we are walking into his little trap, we will set our own.”
They pulled closer, grappling hooks thrown to tie the ships together, planks quickly followed. She had enough men with her to feel confident and this time Bette led, Tina secured in the last group to board. Up on the Captain’s deck, the King himself emerged when their boots hit the deck and he smiled, warning bells going off in Bette’s head as all Hell broke loose.
Gigi’s men poured onto the deck like water from a stream, from the holds below, from the Captain’s quarters, even hidden behind barrels and stacks of crates. It would be a battle to sing of… or the end of Bette’s reign as Captain of the Seven Seas.