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chapter nineteen; akuma's port

?? POV

the dim lit gravel path seemed to stretch until vision could no longer form its end, leading into the unknown dark of the night. the stench of alcohol reeked as it fumed from the unconscious sailors draped over garbage and muck outside the Shitai Club. the screems of gambling pirates echoed through the ragged street. the two hooded figure entered the club.

"is this an open table?" one of them questioned in a stern voice. his speech dripped with a poisonous tone

"yer a snake soundn' fella arn' ya" the intoxicated players nodded and snickered at him. "if yer willin' to lose" the dealer heckled

"so be it" the other hooded man replied

the pair took a seat and lifted their hoods revealing a masked faces.

"are ye that scared to show yer own faces ay?" the dealer snarked.

"are you going to deal?" the stern one said.

"alright" he groaned

the games went on and many rounds went buy. the mystery men kept on winning draining the progressively aggravated men to lose all their earning. the club began to crowd around as they continued their success.

"yer a cheat!" the dealer screamed. clearly exasperated with his slow downfall "i'll show ya what it's like to lose!" he yelled swiftly pulling a musket from his trousers. swiftly and in such precision one of the masked figures revealed his own musket from inside his clocked and shot the dealer directly in the forehead. the limp body fell backwards onto a frightened waitress. "may that be a lesson." he masked man said "no one, threatens me"

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Mingi's POV

almost two weeks have passed and no sight of the treasure crew had been found.

they were torturing her. everyday a man named Devrok yanked her from the dungeons only to whip her with leather whips. the crack of the whip could be heard from far beyond but no scream would ever come out of her mouth. her clothes had been ripped to shreds and her body of wounds bled at every hour of the day.

their 'leader' whomever he may be was out at sea for a month. her 'trial' wouldn't be until he returned.

light footsteps rushed down the stairs, unlike any other of the men whom they had so far encountered.

"she's in here" a whisper came

maybe they had finally found the both of you. excitement welled up inside you. an old man came into eyeshot and all hope ran away ima. flash.

"the prophecy of Volé!" he grinned at Y/N cell. the man wore a type of fabric that looked like a feminine night gown. his long white hair reached the low of his back and his beard ran longer almost touching the dirt-like floor. he pushed his moon-shaped spectacles up onto the bridge of his nose as he peered into the cell and gasped, a frail hand upon his lips as shock ran through him.

"what have they done to you!" he cried.

what the fuck is going on you thought.

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?? POV

the ruckus you caused with the dead man attracted the owner of the wealthy club. Hiroshi Nagamori was his name, an ex japanese pirate turned expensive club owner and gang boss. he pulled the two of you aside into his den-like office. traditional japanese koto music playing in the background, and the smell of burnt herbs invading your senses.

"you caused quite the scene in my club tonight." he stated.

"there was a reason for that, and that reason is now standing in front of me." said the man who shot the masked.

"show yourselves" Hiroshi said "take of your masks."

the masked men slowly reached toward their faces and revealed themselves.

"Choi San." Hiroshi growled and you nodded "and Jung Wooyoung" he added "i thought i told you thieves never to step foot in akuma's port if you wanted to keep your lives."

"after seeing what i did to one of the club dealers tonight, i hope you'll reconsider." You glared

Hiroshi the gang boss chuckled. "fine, old friends." he paused "how may i be of help?" he asked

"we need information." said Woo "along the northern border of the caribbean, a woman was stolen." Woo continued

"many women are trafficked in those parts, what are you asking me?" he replied

"this wasn't just any woman, she was different, possibly of some form of supernatural element." Woo paused "do you know anything of her whereabouts."

"even if i did." Hiroshi said "what's in it for me?" he cackled.

you raised your musket to his forehead and cocked your head "you get to keep your life." you said

"i see." the man said touching the tip of the gun and slowly pushing it away from him.

"i have heard rumours." he started "of the Kingdom of Volé's army in search for a woman, the prophecy is what they call her."

you paused in shock. realisation hit you like a truck. not Volé.

anger bubbles inside you, an unmatched fury awoke. a darkness clouded your mind you felt as though you could strangle the life out of him with just your mind. the room grew dark. "your lying!" you yelled at him pointing the gun once again toward him

"why would i lie?" he questioned "i'd like you to leave with my soul still within my own body i have no reason to deceive you!" he yelled back

"San." a hand rested on you shoulder "we got what we came for, leave him be" Woo said to you.

As you lowered you weapon Hiroshi looked at you in a strange manner.

"what happened to the remorseful and level minded man you used to be?" Hiroshi asked

"my voice of reason and kindness was taken from me." you growled "i'll do anything and kill anyone to get her back"

slamming the door behind you, you and Wooyoung set forth for the winding road ahead to the docks where the rest of your crew awaited

"you didn't have to kill a man." said Wooyoung

"i will do whatever it takes to get her back."

yay! another chapter! and so many question omg. Did you know, Shitai (the name of the club) translates from Japanese to the word corpse and Akuma means demon/satan. That's right, San and Wooyoung made it to Demon's Port.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter just as much as i enjoyed writing it !!