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[Khana]

Khana winced as the otter raised the meat cleaver, but relaxed when he returned it to its proper place. He then followed the otter's paw as he pointed to a bloody mop and bucket, that sat in the corner.
"Thanks," Khana nodded as he slipped past him, trying not to be to close. He bent to pick up the bucket and a red liquid sloshed inside it. He had seen blood before, but this was somewhat more disturbing, collected in one container. He shivered and hoisted it up, making his way to the door, unlocking it, and slipping out. But before he was completely out the door, he glanced back at the dark furred otter, and somehow thought of a black cloaked figure of death. He was glad this otter was on his side, or at least on the same crew. He didn't know if he would go so far as to say he was an ally, but they were shipmates after all, and he realized he'd have to get used to being around all types of beasts.

He made his way to the Brig, being careful not to slosh out any of the red liquid in the bucket, his first goal being to find clean water for the bucket.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

Undertaker turned his head, following every step Khana took until he walked out. He about faced and simply continued his work. Undertaker was a different beast indeed.

In the Brig Khana would find a couple rats and stoats. Injured for the most part but never the less devious and always willing to toss an insult.

[Khana]

Khana had found clean water, or at least clean enough to do some damage to any dirt he would come across. He stopped and asked directions several times, only getting enough attention to get a paw pointed in a direction and then walk off before he could thank them. He continued to a door, and knocked it open with the end of the mop. It opened, exposing a barely lit room, the only source of light coming from a crack in the hull.
With what little vision he had, he found a lamp and a flint. Scraping his claw across the flint, he got a couple sparks, some landing on the oil rag in the lamp. Closing the glass cover, he looked up and found a hook to hang it from that was in a support beam. He pushed a stool over to the beam so he could hang the lamp. As he slipped the lamp on to the hook, something jumped out of the shadows, scaring him and causing him to fall off the stool.
The beast was snarling and hissing, shaking the bars of it's cell. Khana slowly stood back up, rubbing his bruised tail. He took a good look at the creature in the cell.
"What you starin' at?!" it howled in anger.
Khana blinked. It was a large rat, a chipped tooth like a serrated knife his most redeeming feature.
"I SAID, what you starin' at!!!?" it screamed, spitting in his face.
"Hey! Spit in my face again, and I'll beat you senseless!" Khana snarled.
"I'd like to see you try, runt!" the rat grinned evilly.
"Humpf," Khana said. "There'd be nothing in it for me."
"What's that supposed to me you scum!!!" it growled.
Khana walked over to the mop, dropping it into the bucket of water, and throwing it out onto the floor.
"Ooooh," it said, smirking. "You must be new blood? HA!"
Khana stared daggers at the rat. "Why're you laughing? You're in the cage!"
"Haha! The only reason they need new crew members is cause me and my crew slaughtered them! I'm a powerful pirate! That stupid otter in charge lost half his crew for a measly bounty!!!! HAHAAHAHAHA!"
Khana growled and hefted the mop, jamming the handle end into the rats gut, knocking the air out of him.
He stood over the gasping rat. "Never talk ill of the dead. You're lucky you're not dead yourself. I'm certain your crew faced a much more fatal fate."
The rat didn't respond. Khana rolled his eyes, and was about to turn when the rat reached between the bars, and grabbed Khana's footpaw, yanking him off his paws. As he hit the floor, the rat dragged his leg into the cell, giving him a cold look.
"I'll make you a cripple, you brat!" he yelled before biting into his leg.
Khana screamed out in pain, his mind going into panic mode. He struggled against the rat's grip, and fit his other leg into the cell, kicking out, hitting the rat in the head with the heel of his footpaw, which only made him bite down harder.
"Let go! LET GO!!!" Khana screamed. Kicking out a couple more times, he finally connected with the rat's jaw, and it let go of his leg. He pulled himself away from the cell.
"Serves you right, you brat," the rat slurred, drooling slighty out of his numb jaw.
Khana was breathing hard, gripping his injured leg...

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

The Brig's door opened slowly and a dark silhouette appeared and stepped out. Undertaker. Immediately, everybeast hushed and backed away from the cell doors. He slowly walked out and towards Khana. He bent down grabbing Khana by the scruff of the neck and leaned him against the other side against another cell. No beast dare touchy him in fear of the Large, brawny turning on them. Undertaker faced the cell with the rat in it. He slowly reached into his cloak and pulled out the cell key and inserted it in the keyhole and turned it, opening it with a click. He stepped in and closed it behind him with another click and threw the key backward to Khana outside the cell. Undertaker looked down at the rat...his face emotionless...

Undertaker threw a quick and unexpected kick at the rat's gut as he begun to speak.

[Khana]

"Wha-... What do you want?!" The rat snarled. "This is between me and the brat. He acts all tough, but I 'ad to prove him wrong. He's nothing but an inexperienced whelp!"

With a kick, the otter knocked the wind out of the rat, and he fell to his knees. Gasping, the rat looked up to the dark furred otter.

"You! Why'd ya do that, you oaf!" he screamed.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"You! Why'd ya do that, you oaf!" he screamed.

Undertaker said nothing. With unnerving speed, he grabbed the rat by the neck and slammed him against the bars of the cell next to him. The beast in the cell quickly shuffled backwards away from the bars. Undertaker kept a good amount of pressure on the beast neck as he hefted him off his feet. With his other paw he threw a hefty punch into the rats gut.

[Khana]

The rat squirmed in the otters grip, kicking around with his footpaws, trying to touch the floor. With a firm punch to the gut, the rat stopped moving. His nostrils worked furiously, trying to take in air, his mouth gaping. The rat shot a glance at the young otter who watched on the floor, and gave him the most hateful look he could. After all, it was the brats fault that he was in this situation. He pawed at the dark furred otter's paws, trying to loosen his grip...

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

Undertaker's voice was a low toned, deep, almost grunty, sound. It was intimidating to anyone that didn't know him well and frankly frightening. "You have breathed your last breath. Rest now...at the dark gates..."

Undertaker took him by the neck to a rusty, broken, cell bar protruding from the next cell that was jutting outward horizontally. He pressed the sharp, broken point to the rats neck and with one great push, ran his neck all the way through and let him hang.


Undertaker bent down and took the key from the floor, reopened the cell and stepped out putting the key back into his cloak. He nods to Khana and begins to walk towards the door.

[Khana]

Khana could say nothing as the otter walked past, nodding to him. As the door to the brig closed, Khana looked to the body. Then he looked to his injured leg. If that otter was in charge of the infirmary, he didn't exactly feel comfortable. But he could mend it himself later. Living on his own had taught him skills like that. He got to his feet and limped over to the body. Blood was running down the spike, and he cringed, but pulled it up and loose of the spire. He choked down the want to throw up, and began dragging the large rat to the door. He walked it out of the brig, dragging it by a luke-warm paw.
Dragging it up the stairs slowly, he walked back out onto the busy deck. He tried to ask what he should do with the body, and all he got as a reply was a paw over a shoulder. He looked to where they all pointed and realized he'd have to throw it over board. He dragged the body, limping the entire way, and slowly bent over to pick it up. He cringed as warm blood touched his paw, but he couldn't stop, otherwise it would never get done. He lifted it up, his leg straining and pushed it over the rail, a loud splash voicing his success.
Khana breathed heavily, grateful to be rid of the body. He now had two tasks to do, treat his leg and finish the job he had started in the brig.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

Blade saw Khana and sighed shaking his head. He knew he wasn't used to this kind of life and was possibly not used to having to deal with the brutality. He padded down the stairs towards him and scruffled the top of Khana's head with his paw. "You'll be alright mate..." he said looking over to him. "You can throw up now...we've all done it..."he said with a truthful grin.