The Last Knight Episode 1: A Knight with No Order

As the ship dropped anchor in surrender, the passengers dropped to their knees, fearing for their lives. Children ran to their parents, not fully knowing what was happening. A second, much larger ship dropped anchor next to the ship, sailing under the flag of the pirate king. Laughing, a force of marauders boarded the passenger liner, weapons ready and a look of avarice in their eyes, as many of them sized up their most recent catch.  Any man who looked like a threat was beaten and restrained, before they had any ideas. After the pirates had boarded, a final pirate, wearing an ornate coat hopped into the ship, and fired a shot into the air.

“What a lovely audience this fine day! I suppose you all know the drill, for those who are a bit more slow than the others, I’ll say this only once: I want ya gold, jewelry, anything you have! You have three minutes to gather it all up, and I don’t want no jokes or funny business! My men will be on ya like fleas on a mutt!”

As the passengers began to comply, one pirate noticed a grey cloaked figure, sitting against the wall of the sleeping quarters, his face obscured by his hood.

“Oy! You got stones in ya ears, bruv? Your valuables, hand em over!” The pirate yelled

But the figure did not move. As the pirate began to approach, he could hear a faint snoring coming from the cloaked figure.

“Sleepin are we? How cute.. Alright lads and lasses, let me show you how we deal with people who think they can sleep through getting robbed by the cap’n!”

Taking a large club, the pirate swung down onto the figure. But rather than connecting, a hand suddenly shot out from the cloak, catching the club. In less than a second, far before the pirate could react, the figure shot up, slashing the pirate’s throat. Throwing the body aside, the two remaining pirates sprung to action, as the man stretched out his hand, a jolt of lighting suddenly shooting out, forming into a glowing scimitar. Dodging out of the way of the two, one of the pirates was cut down in a second, and the second turned as the cloaked figure shot a blast of lighting from his fingertips. Taking a moment to look around and see if any of the passengers were injured, the figure took a knee, and looked up at the ceiling.

“Five steps of footprints, eighth’s a typical raiding party.” He thought to himself.

As two of the pirates began to move towards a mother and her son, they suddenly went flying back as a blast of lighting exploded from the floor. Looking around with their weapons drawn, they tried to see where it had come from, and where the figure had gone. But none of them thought to look up, as like a lightning bolt the cloaked figure descended on the pirates, planting his blade in one’s throat, as he pulled out and killed the other one. Three more pirates and the captain looked at him.

“Looky here, boys. We got ourselves a hero!” The captain laughed

“Six sets of footprints, huh? Guess I gotta get better at that.” The figure thought to himself.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m no hero. Not anymore…” The figure said, readying his blade, crackling with electricity.

As the three pirates rushed forth, the figure evaded each of their swings, when it dawned on the captain. The figure wasn’t sword fighting, he was just dancing, he was making them all look like fools.

“Aw fuck this!” The captain yelled out, aiming his pistol. Firing a shot, the figure seemed to just dance around this as well, the bullet reflecting off his blade, as it slashed up one pirate’s back. Dodging backwards, the figure threw a knife, finding its mark in the second pirate’s throat. As the third pirate charged forward, the figure countered his swing, slashing straight through the final pirate’s chest. Suddenly, before the two pieces of the pirate could hit the floor, another bullet fired, whizzing by the figure’s head. Charging towards the captain they locked blades, the figure’s own sword crackling with lightning. Staring into the figure’s pale, featureless blue eyes, the captain let out a chuckle.

“Air Genasi, huh? Guess there’s always one weirdo among the human ships.”

“That’s kinda racist, not gonna lie.” The figure joked. As the captain began to slash angrily, the figure dodged backwards. A third bullet fired from the captain's gun, this one finding its mark, hitting the figure in the chest as he dodged too late. Falling to the floor, the passengers began to scream, their only source of salvation having seemingly died in front of them. As the figure got to a knee, his vision began to blur. Suddenly, images flashed in his mind, blurry and incoherent, but he began to hear fire and screaming in the back of his mind, as one voice called out higher than the rest.

“Rev! Go, I’ll hold them off!!” The voice screamed.

Heavily breathing, the figure snapped back to reality, as he heard the click of a pistol behind him.

“Any last words, ‘not a hero’?” The captain cackled. Rev shot up, his hands crackling with lightning. In a heartbeat, he turned and grabbed the captain, one hand on his throat, the other on his face. Channeling lightning into him, the captain's laughter turned to screams of agony as he felt electricity coarse through his entire body. With one final roar, Rev blasted the captain with lightning, turning him to ash. Falling back to his knee, Rev grabbed his chest in pain, tearing the bullet out. Panting, he fell back, leaning against the mast of the ship, as the passengers rushed to help him.

As Rev shot awake, he found himself in the sleeping quarters, his wound bandaged, the other passengers having left. Climbing to his feet, he made his way topside. Looking out, the ship had already made it to land, and many of the crew were cleaning up the ship and repairing the hole in the floor. The ship’s captain called out to him.

“Afternoon sir, you had me worried, you’ve been asleep for about fifteen hours now.” The captain said, in a polite and friendly tone.

“Can’t say I’ve slept that long in a while. We really were damn close to going the whole trip without pirates.” Rev joked

“Aye, and I almost went the whole voyage not even noticing you.” The captain said, eyeing Rev cheekily.

“Ah well, we retrieved what we could from the pirates ship, we got you something too.” He said, holding out a bag of gold.

“Thanks. Sorry about the hole. I’ll see you around, captain.” Rev said, walking towards the docks.

“Wait a minute, who are you?” The captain asked. Rev paused for a moment, before continuing.

“No one special.”