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..Welcome..

2 years in Whish or...more? Speaking their language, learning their ways, seeing how much they lack on their transition, plays. Franklin hated the thought of them doing Princes meets the fur. Over and over. Every season. Though it would get better. Different actors and actresses and didn't styles. Scenery could be better.

He walked the sides of the buildings.

"Marry marry, the golden day!"

"Spray with night, we shall wait!"

People would shout that in the morning or in the night? It gets annoying if your weren't born their and already caught up but the system was better watched. Maybe. It was a big town, the kingdom just a bit of the hill.

Franklin scaled through its peek, shaking his head. Wondering, how could they have let this happen? It was the same thing over and over. How could they?

It didn't matter. What mattered was returning back to his crew. The crew that could make him rich and he could seal them with Hein salads.

He walks through the door. It was quiet. Just how he liked it. Until. His crew member, Ario says something, always a loud remark.

"Like you could hold me down! I'm a guns man! I'll take you down with a single bullet to you-"

"What is that now? How did this begin?" Franklin looks over at Ashley. Ashley shrugged, watching them though annoyed Franklin had interrupted something that could of been funny to watch.

"Once I can get my book published, I'll be richer than all of you! Just as soon as I move to Crook." Moon said, the man just a bit taller than Franklin and just a bit more dedicated to working. His specialty was healing and fire, which was unusual to see. Another reason why he was on the team.

"You can't have a book when you might burn it all to crisp." Ario said, laughing a little. He was just a bit shorter, he had brown hair, yellowish eyes and one pistol that he loved.

"I told you this before. Its not where you go its who you know, moon." Franklin said, sitting down at the table and pulling out a map and red dots to show were he marked and where they'd hit first.

"Goldenrod is here," Franklin pointed west of the big sea named, Hollow. "Ashley, I'll need you not to have your rifle this time. Too much carriage and I don't have the time to waste. You'll be gathering info, kill anyone who poses as a threat. Moon, you be around the dock, ready to set fire. Get cover at a good advantage point. I'll be counting on your flames. Ario, I'm counting on a 1 shot kill, anymore than that will cause attenti-"

"What about me?" Whisp was another, another important member. Though, he didn't need money. He just insisted of joining because he was wanted all over the city because of a crime he committed 2 years ago.

"We can't risk losing you." Ashley said, rolling her eyes, her sarcasm rising as she leans against the table, latching her fingers together forming a bridge under her chin, steadying it. Her gaze was on the map as if studying it.

"Wouldn't that place be guarded? Aren't we just going for the money?" Ario asked, his hands were in his pockets. He leaned against the wall as if he wasn't interested in the map.

"If your scared don't come. I'll put Whisp in your place." Franklin said, not really caring for his insistence as long as the mission was through smoothly, then again.

"The hell you won't, I'm your best shooter!" Ario frowned, crossing his arms now as Ashley snorted.

"yeah, you couldn't even shoot a person who was standing in front of you." Ashley chuckled.

"Remind me to buy you guys a get along shirt." Franklin mumbled, turning to the door. He paused, staring down. Turning back to his crew as they carried on. Wondering. Wondering. How and why it all came to this.

Flashback..

"Wake up!" Franklin was slapped against his right cheek. The slap left a horrid sting. Which was left by a couple more slaps before that.

"This isn't nappy time!" One of the crew member of the young captains ship said. Franklin stared up at them, no more of a smile now, just a sinking bit of fear. He didn't see it as 'Nappy' time, I was almost strangled to death and you say I'm NAPPING?

Hit me again, I'll bite you.

He thought. Not sure if it was true.

"This little bug just won't stay still." A tall man with a crooked nose said. His muscled arms folding as he laughed, speaking in Yulip.

Franklin sat on the floor. He felt trapped
Useless
Helpless
Confused
"Tell me what you want." Franklin mumbled as tears raced down his now pale cheeks.
"Please. Just TELL ME WH-" Franklin fell over, this time the slap was harder. An echo of skin on skin could be heard.

Franklin kept quiet.

"Finally." the same guy said. Looking over the railings. Franklin stared up at their captain. Observing the way he leaned and wobbled, the way he kept weight on one leg and not the other. Something is wrong. Franklin shifts a bit, he was roped up.

"I hear," the captain began as he ordered his men to allow them to talk. "I hear, you are the son of the kippers. Well known in Calvary and Magical? Am I correct, boy?" The captain said, he narrowed his eyes, no sign of a smile sprinkled on his lips.

Franklin didn't want to answer, though, how could he? Getting slapped again was unbearable for someone as young as he was.

"I see," the captain leaned forward. "Don't worry, you are not going to die, if that's what your thinking. No. You'll live, see your parents and go back home with peace from our presence. You just have to do us one thing."
The captain smirked then.

Franklin bit his lip.
What?