BoAt tHE

==Character and crap stuff goes here==
==CHAPTER 1 - The Savvyy==
=====Pow·er ·ˈpou(ə)r/ noun=====
"The ability to do something or act in a particular way, especially as a faculty or quality."
I had never understood my ability to influence a person's behavior; aware of it, but not in a capacity to use it. Yet.
I'd walked far along the dock before the seemingly endless array of fog finally cleared. It was a particularly wet day as I went for my hostler and realized the handle was slippery. I knew Bone pretty well, but I was too poor not to have my pistol ready to fire. I snuck the small, sawed-off double-barreled repeater up the sleeve of my coat - the only one I owned at the time. Bone's frigate, The Savvyy Navigator, finally had reached the end of the dock and roped down. I had met with him and the crew several times before, but never for such a drastic and dangerous reason as this. The majority of the doubloons were back in my hull, as if the already-nervous me was predicting that things would go terribly south. 
Funny story about the pistol I had ready-to-go on my arm - got it off some psychotic peddler named "Gunfish" back on Tortuga. Didn't think much of the guy, other than the psycho assessment. He did mention, however, that the gun had belonged to a "trading lord" named Benjamin Macmorgan. The letters "B.M." were engraved on the hammer of the weapon, and I almost felt wrong using it. I had hoped that one day I'd be able to find this Macmorgan and return it to him, but not until I'd gotten my good use out of it. After all, I paid far too much for it.
Bone and his crew had disembarked. I quickly waved them over, making sure to hold of only 4 of my fingers as I did so, keeping my ring finger folded. The Savvyy had several weird quirks about them, not the least of which was the fact that their leader was a 6 foot-8 gargantuan "human" with only half a face.
"Bone! Nice of you to show up on time!" I yelled, with a faint quivering in my voice.
Bone smiled back, "Wouldn't want to disappoint our favorite entertainer, now would we Mall?!"
==CHAPTER 2 - WHEN LARRY MET MOE==
The unwavering sense of fear and uneasiness remained present. I hated that I was the apparent entertainment, but it was becoming increasingly tough to mask my anxiety. 
tbc
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as I try and figure out where the hell this is going
By Lord Mallace 
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