A Sloop Tries to Bash a Schooner, Which Mast Wins?

Horus, still in his bear form, glanced over at Celine with a lopsided grin that looked almost comical on his massive, fur-covered face. He swiped at the pirate pinning her, sending the corpse flying off her with a force that would’ve been impressive if it weren’t so necessary.

Aye, Celine, he rumbled, his voice thick with amusement. No need to get yourself tangled up in the dance. You know I prefer to lead.

He turned his attention back to the remaining pirates, his eyes gleaming with mischief. As for your jacket, love, black’s always been more your color, don’t you think? Matches that deadly disposition of yours. Besides, he added with a wink, bloodstains add character.

With a quick shake of his massive shoulders, Horus roared and charged at the remaining pirates, his sheer size and strength making quick work of anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. He swatted one overboard with a single paw, his claws slashing through another with a sickening crunch.

Ten to seven now! he called out to Celine, his tone teasing. Better keep up, love, or I might just steal all the glory.With a final roar, Horus slammed his weight into the last few pirates, sending them scattering. His eyes sparkled with the thrill of the fight, but there was a sharp intelligence there too, calculating and ever watchful.

Now, about that celebration, he said, shifting back into his human form with a smirk. He adjusted his hat, brushing off the blood and debris with an exaggerated flourish. You’ll let me tie you to the wheel, eh? Now that’s a proper way to toast to survival.

He offered Celine a mock bow, a hand over his heart, but the grin on his face was pure mischief. Shall we finish off these stragglers and find ourselves a nice bottle of rum? I’ve a feeling we’ll need it after all this… exercise.

@Celine Vonn