The Calm Amidst The Storm


7/9/20232 min read

As I emerged from the shadowed alleyway, the sight of VenomJaw stopped me in my tracks. For all the jests Ravager had thrown his way, the man was no joke. A towering behemoth, he was bald, his face obscured by a thick, untamed beard, his massive frame barely contained by his battle-worn armor. His intimidating aura washed over me, a tidal wave threatening to drown me in a sea of fear.

Without warning, gunfire erupted around me. Bullets whizzed past, their high-pitched whines driving me to seek cover behind a nearby barrel. I crouched there, heart pounding against my ribs like a panicked bird against its cage, as the shots gradually faded.

Risking a glance, I saw that the pirates, including VenomJaw, were now sprinting towards the source of the explosion. Gathering my wits and my Vortex-6, I followed, anxiety gnawing at the edges of my resolve.

As I neared the explosion site, Elara's barn loomed into view, a fiery inferno standing stark against the night. Pirates scattered around it like ants disrupted from their colony. Elara, her family, her workers, and Ravager were nowhere in sight. I scanned the area, trying to make sense of the chaos.

My ship stood a fair distance away, an oasis of safety surrounded by a desert of danger. A wave of anxiety crashed over me, the enormity of my situation overwhelming. I closed my eyes, fear threatening to consume me. But then, a sense of calm washed over me. In that moment, I realized that I had been preparing for this for almost half of my life. I had trained, fought, and survived for this. My friends were in danger.

I took a deep breath, counted to five, and opened my eyes. My resolve solidified; I was ready.

I devised a plan to reach my ship, each step plotted with precision.

  • Use the shadows. The night would be my ally, shrouding me from prying eyes as I snuck past the scattered pirates.

  • Divert their attention. A loose canister nearby would serve as an effective decoy when thrown away from my intended path.

  • Use the terrain. I would navigate through the debris and rubble, putting physical barriers between myself and any potential pursuers.

  • Stay low and move quickly. Stealth was as much about speed as it was about silence.

  • Keep my weapon ready. If all else failed, I would not go down without a fight.

With each step, I moved closer to my destination. When I finally clambered up into the cockpit of my ship, a wave of relief washed over me. That relief, however, was short-lived as the cold barrel of a pistol pressed against the back of my head. I froze.

"Well, well, well," the gruff voice of VenomJaw reverberated in the confined space. "What a dumb choice. Your life just got very short." His words echoed around me, the realization that I was cornered by one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy sinking in.