Cinnamon Bun Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Four - Chaos and Anarchy and

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Four - Chaos and Anarchy and Other Sorts of Fun

You... you rapscallion! I said, with one arm raised so that I could point right at Golden Rogers. You an, no-good pirate.

Golden Rogers blinked, then he had the terity to actually smile and look to his crew. Did you hear that? The miss thinks that Im a no-good pirate.

Thats exactly what you are, I said. Youre the worst kind of pirate there is. I bet all you do is go around and steal things.

That is generally what a pirate does, little bun.

No, no its not. Pirates are ant to be free! Theyre ant to go where no ones gone before just because they can, and theyre ant to put their nas in the history books for being grand adventurers. Youre just a petty, no-good an... person that kidnapped my best friend. I... I really want to do an things to you.

Golden Rogers laughed, though I had the impression that at least a couple of his crewmates felt a little bad.

That probably wouldnt be enough.

I was about to demand that he surrender Awen back to us when the door behind him slamd open and a wide-eyed Awen stumbled out and into the middle of the Rogers group, soon followed by two dishevelled pirates.

One of them imdiately tried to grab her, but Awen planted a boot on his foot and ramd her elbow full-force into his chest.

Golden Rogers grunted in displeasure and grabbed Awen by the hair.

She scread as he dragged her forwards a ways and held her up, calloused fingers tangling with blond locks. He grabbed one of her arms and yanked it back behind her. Her free hand scrambled at the hand grabbing her hair to no avail. Let her go! I scread.

Awen started and looked up. Broccoli? she asked.

Let her go, Amaryllis said. Youve already incurred the wrath of the Albatross family, and Ive no doubt the Bristlecones will fail to appreciate the way youre handling their scion.

Rogers scoffed. The Bristlecones? Those filth? He shook Awen and she winced. Do you have any idea how much I loathe them? Abraham Bristlecone cost a ship and half a year of my life in so backwater penal camp. This girl? Shes going to be my payback for all the trouble that bastard gave .

Awen never did anything to you, I said. If you want to fight with Abraham, then go ahead. At least hes soone your size.

Oh, shut up, Rogers bit out. You four, get the harpy. You guys, get the sylph. And soone toss the buns head over the rails. Shes no one important.

Bastard! Awen yelled.

Her hand ca up, and as everyone looked, a wicked knife materialized in her hand with a crackle like glass being stepped on.

It swung down with all of Awens desperate force, and even Golden Rogers attempt to duck the blow didnt stop her from planting the blade to the hilt in his thigh. Then the hilt shattered, leaving only a centiter of jagged glass poking out of his leg.

He grunted, letting go of Awen to grasp at the wound.

Awen landed on her knees, then shot up to her feet and started running towards . One of the pirates tried to grab her, but a thunder crack sliced the air and he went flying back with a howl.

This way! Bastion yelled.

Awen crashed into , hugging tight and close. I-I I thought... awa!

Its okay, I said. But we need to go.

Bastion waved at sothing over the side of the ship, and it didnt take a genius to figure that the Manatee was there waiting for us. Still, I couldnt jump to it without seeing it, so I pulled Awen along with towards the edge even as the ship started to bump and lurch.

I destroyed the engines, Awen said. The ships going down.

I laughed. Aweso work! I said as I reached the rails.

The Manatee was so three dozen ters away. Far enough down that I was sure I could make the jump. I wasnt sure about Awen though.

Do you know how to swim? I asked her.

Awa? I an, no. Im from a desert, Broccoli.

Right. No throwing her into the sea to pick her up. Not that that was really an option to begin with. Were going to jump together, I said as I grabbed onto the rigging. Awen swallowed, but pulled herself up with a similar rope and ca to stand on the rails next to .

Amaryllis ran past us and vaulted the rail. Move! she said.

Bastion backed up near the rail. He was holding off a few of them all on his own. Jump!

I nodded, bent my knees, grabbed Awen, then jumped.

Awen scread, even as I held her close, but the noise of it was drowned out by the passing wind.

And then sothing wrapped around my foot and yanked back.

I had just a mont to react, a fraction of a second to put two and two together.

I threw Awen ahead and towards the Manatee.

The rope around my ankle turned my jump into a swing, and I found myself rushing towards the ship. It was only pure luck that had twisting around enough to hit the side of the Golden Groves Revenge with my untied foot. The bang made my teeth rattle, and hanging upside down wasnt the best for my sense of direction.

Looking up, I followed the cord to the rails above, where a couple of pirates were leering down at . Bastion was already in the air, flying towards the Manatee.

At least my friends were safe?

They started tugging up.

I couldnt cut the rope. Not with nowhere to go but splat into the sea far below. And I couldnt allow them to pull all the way up either. They were already seeing way too much leg for my liking.

Another tug, and I was suddenly much closer to one of the portholes on the side of the ship.

I grinned.

Three fireballs appeared in my hand and I aid down my body and up the ship towards the pirates looking over the edge.

They ducked as the balls of fire zipped past them and slapped into the balloon above.

I groaned and focused against the blood rushing to my head.

The next salvo had one fireball hit the rope, singing it a little and lighting it on fire. Perfect! I tugged down, grabbing the edge of the porthole and pulling closer to it until I was able to punch the window open.

When the rope finally snapped, I almost flew off, but a lurch in the ship helped grab the edge of the window and I managed to slip my head and arms in. My back still bent awkwardly--and painfully--over the rim, but I was in.

In... a cabin? I scrambled to the floor next to a small cot and used a tiny desk to break my fall a little. The cabin was cramped, with barely any room to move. But that was just fine for . It gave a spot to rest for just a mont and catch my breath.

I was in a bit of a predicant. I couldnt exactly hide forever, and the ships constant lurching hinted that Awen had done a great job sabotaging it. The pirate ship going down was good. The ship going down with in it was decidedly not.

Looking around, I tried to find sothing to use as a weapon. Sword, no. Musket? No. I muttered as I looked around. Ah! Sitting on the corner of the desk was a heavy iron candle holder. It had a big blunt bottom and a long stem. Perfect.

With a small pause to rub the ache out of my back a bit, I opened the door and poked my head out into an empty corridor.

The Golden Groves Revenge looked like a ship with three decks or so. I was pretty sure I was on the bottom-most. Unless the keel space counted as a deck? I needed to brush up on nautical terminology.

I bent my ears back for extra stealthiness, and started tip-toeing along the corridor, candleholder in hand.

The ship rocked under , swaying violently to one side and throwing against a wall.

I realized too late that I wasnt bumping into a wall, but a door.

It slamd open and I tumbled into a large, low-ceilinged room filled with hammocks and five very confused pirates.

They looked at .

I looked at them.

Shes one of them that attacked us! one of them shouted.

I ducked back out of the door, but not before flinging a couple of fireballs across the room. One splattered against an oil-lamp next to the hammocks, breaking the glass and splashing burning oil all over the hanging beds around it.

I didnt have ti for caution, so I darted down the corridor, and when I arrived at a staircase at the end I ran up three steps at a ti. The deck above was sorta split down the middle. Part of it was filled with cargo. Crates and boxes and barrels all neatly stacked and held in place by nets. The other half was partially walled off, with a large engine in its middle that was being fussed over by a pair of very distressed young n.

Its still heating up!

What do you an its still heating up? Were nearly out of coolant!

The coolants pissing all over the floor... wait, theres glass in it.

Glass?

Like, sandy glass bits? The radiators a ss.

We need to flush it.

Well need to flush the fuel too. Wait.. the fuel lines been cut. Right here.

Thats not right... if it was cut, then why isnt it leaking?

Look, it was spliced in here. Thats... thats the oil reservoir.

No wonder its running hot. We need to cut this out and drain both the oil and the fuel, and the radiator too, for good asure.

Cant do that while the engines running, and if it stops running were going to be taking a swim.

I licked my lips and cleared my throat for attention. Obviously Awen had done a number on what looked like the ships gravity engine. The two chanics were twisting and turning over the machine, only touching it gingerly on account of all the heat coming off of it. And it was a lot of heat, there was even a haze in the air around the machine.

Um, sorry to interrupt, I said. But does this ship have lifeboats?

The two n looked over to .

Whos that?

Never saw her. Id know if there was a bun on the crew.

She a pirate?

Can pirates be pirated?

I dont think its ti for semantics.

I waved at them to calm down. I just want to know if were going to crash or sothing, I said.

They looked at each other. Probably not.

Were good. As long as the balloon holds its air, theres no danger.

The balloon that I had poked so flaming holes into. I was about to ask if that would have an impact on the ship staying in the air, but the rumble of feet rushing up the stairs behind cut off my plans to talk. Okay, thanks and bye! I said as I shot past them. I only paused to kick over a gallon drum with oil printed on its side.

The chanics scread and started rushing around to clean up the ss before it reached the engine.

The far end of the room had another stairwell, this one stopped at the next floor up, but I didnt pause to look around and just bolted up to the topdeck.

It was chaos. A team of sailors were placing patches against the balloon, others were repairing so of the ropes wed cut in our little scuffle across the deck.

In the middle of it all, Golden Rogers stood tall and proud, barking orders and pointing this way and that to direct his n. Why arent those sails out yet? Divert more power to turning. Make sure you dont lose sight of them. Were going to run down that little skiff of theirs if its the last thing we do.

I turned this way and that, looking for a place to hide. Maybe I could join my friends if they managed to catch up to them? But then we'll have to deal with this ship again. Maybe I could steal a lifeboat and sabotage the ship so more? That would maybe allow us to get away, and I could rejoin my friends in Needleford. Assuming I could navigate my way over.

I just had to keep the shore to my left.

Feet thumping behind had diving for cover behind so boxes. I needed a mont to plan.

And then soone rude grabbed my ears and dragged up. If youre going to hide, bun, then dont leave your filthy ears poking out above cover!

I was in a spot of trouble.

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