Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Scurvy, Jolly Rogers and a Whole Lotta Booty ❯ How to Hex: A Beginners Guild ( Chapter 7 )

How to Hex: A Beginners Guide


Mr. Winner had entered the village a bit later than he had planned, and walked into the main hut in the middle of town. A dirty female face looked up to greet him, and she spread her lips into a toothless grin. "You've finally arrived," she screeched.

He nodded trying not to show his repulsion. "Yes, is it all ready?" He glanced around the hut for the object in question.

The hag shook her finger playfully at him, "patience. It is almost ready. Tomorrow you will have it, but first get some sleep." She crawled over to a corner and pulled out a mat dusting it off. Mr. Winner smiled weakly and took a seat.


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Fear coursed through everyone's veins at the sight of the eyes. Quatre tried to hold back his sobs, but he was deathly afraid of monkeys. Trowa held up his torch like a sword, and the other pirates followed his lead. If there was going to be an attack they would go down fighting.

Duo's eyes darted from bush to bush. There was something so oddly familiar about this. The island, the eyes, that necklace on the ghost Pirate Trieze. If only he could put his finger on it.

Captain Heero sniffed the air. Flesh. He knew what the eyes were now, and he was right, it wasn't pleasant at all. He studied there position. Why aren't they attacking? He thought, and looked harder. Then he saw it, and he frowned ever so slightly.

"Why are they just standing there?" Wu Fei blurted breaking the silence.

"They're trying to lead us somewhere," Captain Heero said, and pointed at the clearing to the left.

Wu Fei gritted his teeth in aggravation. "Why don't we just attack them, Captain?"


Captain Heero shook his head, "no good. Plus, you wouldn't want to."
We Fei was usually never alarmed, but the tone in his Captain's voice startled him. What could they be?

After an extended moment of silence Duo shrugged his shoulders, "why don't we just go where they want to lead us? I'm tired of standing here." Then he looked directly at Captain Heero. "You're some Captain, Heero. Can't even lead your own crew."

Anger was bubbling up below the Captain's calm surface, and Duo smiled at his slightly grinding teeth. No one was going to tell him he couldn't lead his men, no matter what the risk. He pushed past Duo into the clearing, and motioned for the crew to follow him. There was no turning back now.

After walking for what seemed like an age they noticed the glimmer of a fire in the distance. As the pirates approached they watched the flames dance through the breaks in the trees. It was a village, with small grass and mud huts, and they cautiously walked toward the fire.

Quatre still clung onto Trowa, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what that smell was, but he figured Trowa just needed a good bath. He feared that he would never get to take a bath again, or smell a Zest fully clean Trowa. And this was a very depressing thought.

The eyes were still staring out from the surrounding jungle, and Duo had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. This was all way too familiar, and that smell. What could it be? It was like something decomposing, and he raised his hand to plug his nose.

"Good one, Duo," Wu Fei said plugging his nose as well.

"That wasn't me, Wu Wu. It something else, something dead." As Duo spoke the words recognition hit him. "I know where we are," he said trying to keep his voice from shaking.

Trowa nodded in agreement, after all, how could he ever forget?

"Where?!?! And what the hell are those things?!?" Wu Fei shouted annoyed that everyone seemed to know besides him.

"See for yourself," Captain Heero said, and pointed as the eyes began emerging from the jungle.


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Voodoo Priestess Relena waited patiently for her guest to nod off before continuing her task at hand. He was a greedy man, she knew that for sure. But the necklace would be no good half finished. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and continued to work ignoring the rest of the world.


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A horrific site emerged from the jungle. The eyes that had been watching them were inside heads of decomposing flesh. Large hunks hung threatening to fall any moment, and bones jutted from beneath the rotting surface.

The smell increased so much that Quatre had to cover his mouth to keep from losing his meager supper. Captain Heero was right, he thought, there is something worse than flesh eating monkeys and I'm looking at it.

Wu Fei knew what they were immediately, but jumped slightly at their grotesque sight despite trying his hardest not to. "Zombies," he whispered, and coughed when his lungs filled with the foul stench they emitted.

"We're surrounded," Captain Heero said as he looked around in a circle. There was no room for an escape.

"Really?" Duo said sarcastically, "I hadn't noticed, but thanks for pointing it out." He was feeling extremely frustrated, plus he hated zombies and they weren't too fond of him either. Impulsively he swung his torch at one causing it to jump backwards and make a horrible screech. "Too bad zombies aren't ultra flammable," he muttered under his breath and stepped closer to the rest of the group.

Trowa did his best to comfort Quatre, but all the comfort in the world couldn't help this situation. So he put his arm around the fragile blonde, and held out his torch as a warning. Of course, zombies are much too stupid to heed warnings, and many got burned by stepping too close.

The pirates were quickly reduced into a small ball with their backs to each other, not a good defensive situation. It wasn't even a good situation period, unless you had a thing for zombies. They were moving in closer, their bony fingers with sagging flesh were almost touching the disgusted pirates when all of a sudden a loud screech broke the silence.

"What have we got here?" The shrieking voice asked, and pushed past the zombies blocking its view. The pirates saw a bent over woman in rags, and covered with dirt. All but Quatre recognized her instantly, but of course Quatre had never met her. Unfortunately, she recognized them as well.

"Pirates!!" she screamed showing her toothless mouth. "This time you've come too close to save yourselves. Tie them all up. . ." she paused and focused on Quatre, "except him. You're coming with me."

In a manner of seconds the zombies had overwhelmed them and pulled Quatre out of Trowa's grasp. He looked back at his comrades being tied to stakes, what could he do to save them?

The hag pushed him into the largest grass hut, and he began adjusting his eyes to the much dimmer light. There was a man lying on a mat in the corner and he looked alive, to Quatre's relief.

Pulling out another mat, the hag patted it. "Sleep," she commanded and picked up something made of bones. Quatre lied down and glanced over at the man on the other mat again, and gasp sitting up.

"What?" The hag asked looking up from her work.

Quatre ignored her and continued to stare at her guest. "Father," he whispered finally, and crawled over to wake the sleeping man.