Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 27: Do What You Must

Keaton

Robbie rolled the cigarette between his fingers in the shelter of his coat, tucking it behind his ear as we watched the rusted fishing boat approach. I gave Robbie a look, tilting my head toward the vessel.

“Looks like only a fishin’ boat, Cap.”

“Aye, but in such shallow waters, and in this storm?” I turned my head to look back at the shore of the small cove that was currently our refuge from the raging open waters. Rain was pounding the decks, bouncing off the wood panels and rolling off the sails above our heads. The thick trees hanging over the sandy cliff face were inundated with rain, their thick leaves hanging toward the murky green water.

“She’s headed right for us, Cap.”

I sighed, smacking my lips and pushing away from the railing, giving the approaching ship one last look before clapping him on the shoulder. “Guess we’ll see what her crew wants then, shall we?”

I descended the stairs to the lower deck, nodding at my crew as I passed them. We were anchored, the sails drawn in and the crew at leisure, at least for the moment. We would not be docking in Valoria tonight, not with twelve-foot swells preventing us from crossing the channel.

Young Pete stood at the lower railing, watching the ship with a pair of binoculars as it rocked in the waves, “They’re dropping a rowboat!” His voice was edged with excitement as he leaned over the railing.

“You’ll fall in,” I said, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him off the railing. “That’s a right way to die, lad.”

“I was just-” He paused, forgetting himself. “Yes, Captain.”

I patted him on the chest and turned toward the railing, watching as three men began to battle the waves in the small skiff, their oars beating helplessly against the unforgiving sea.

“No shifting on the boat, remember?” I turned to Young Pete, the newest member of our crew. He nodded, his head bobbing up and down as he did so. He was just a pup, really, freshly twenty-one and full of the angst and adrenaline all young men possessed when they finally came into their powers. I never took pollywogs so young, but Pete had nearly begged on his knees for the opportunity.

Looking for his mate, most likely. What better way to find a mate than by mopping floors on a smuggling ship for a few months?

I turned to Robbie, my second in command. He was leaning on the railing, watching the three men struggling to close in on the Persephone.

“Should we go out and help em’,you think?”

“No,” I said dryly, wiping rainwater from my brow. “We’ll only lower the ladder for them when they get close.”

the hell did these

red-faced and steaming with heat when they finally climbed over the railing and put their water logged

stepped forward, breathing heavily as he reached into the pocket of his coat. He was an “Old Salt,” someone who had been working on ships for the majority of his life. He walked like it, talked like it, and had the signature deep tan

don’t think so. pal.” Robbie drew a long knife from his belt, holding it out in front of him. The

parcel out of his coat, holding it up in surrender. “Someone paid a pretty penny to have this delivered to you in

that? It’s only the post.” I took the parcel from the old man as I looked around at my crew, who were standing in a semicircle around the three men. Muffled laughter rang out, drowned out by

heed my orders and they reluctantly followed the crew through the wide doors leading to the lower levels of the ship. I motioned for the old man to follow

a place you got here,” the man said, looking up to admire the murals painted on the ceiling of my spacious lodgings. His eyes danced over the gold painted trim and ceiling-high

would I be

it was all an exaggeration. A real pirate ship on the seas, huh? You don’t

27: Do

who you are. One of the port master’s runners, are

into the pub in the early evening asking about the Persephone, when you’d make port. Paid a steep price to have one of our ships come out in the storm to find you. I thought you’d be waiting in open waters like the rest of the ships, waiting for the storm to

my fingernails to open the soggy parcel. There was a paper napkin inside, crumpled and the ink smeared but still legible I held it up to the light. “How long ago did the man write

four

from Troy. He was asking for us to wait in

second note, scribbled almost illegibly at the bottom of the napkin, was written in panic, the pen he had used

here. They’ll make port by tomorrow morning. They plan to invade. Don’t get involved, cut your engines and stay

you to the galley. You and your men

leading out of the captain’s quarters. “I gotta get back before the dock is swarmed with the delayed boats. I’ II let em’ eat

would take their leave. Troy never acted out of panic, never. He was as level-headed as they come. Something was about to happen though; I could feel it coming

picking a few coins out of the purse

of the captain’s quarters in silence, shielding my face from the rain with my hand as he walked across the deck and through the doors leading down

Robbie, who was still standing near the railing, watching the fishing vessel rock in the waves

I quickly locked the door behind us,

unrolling a large map of the coast of Valoria across

leaned against the desk, looking down

moving further

How?” Robbie peered at the map, his brow arched as he followed my finger

river here,” I pointed, running my finger along