<span style="color: #FF0000">BROOM!!!! </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">CRRRRRRRRRRRAAACK!!!!!</span><br/><br/>Several bottles of rum fell down a hammock and broke into thousand glass pieces spilling what little drops they had left... The sleeping shadow just flicked some wood splinters that fell from above the deck onto his shoulder. It changed side while sleep-whispering a sentence which had the words 'death' and 'rum' in it. Then suddenly.... "Rum? Where's the rum?!"<br/><br/>He got up and stepped on the thousand pieces of the rum bottles. For exactly ten seconds the shadow stood still with its eyes wide open trying to understand how that happened... Another crack sounded just above his head. This time it was louder and this time more rum bottles fell and broke from a shelf. The shadow's eyes grew thinner now and wilder... A small growling started leaking out of its lungs showing its pointy fangs.<br/><br/>The ship was getting rocked and damaged by things falling from...above it???<br/>But, how was this even possible???<br/><br/>Who could be THAT stupid to shatter all those bottles full of rum? Simple rum, spicy rum, black rum, white rum (which Wolfeyes Yagos didn't really like), rum with herbs, rum with fruit flavors and more other rum mixes and brews! But the real question was... who could be that stupid to do this to a ship where Yagos is the first mate...<br/><br/>The tall, slim shadow started coiling it's blade-whip around it's body...All this time he didn't just stayed below decks to drink it's favorite drink...This horrid shadow was practicing. Day by day the whip was becoming more and more one with him. When he rose from the hammock his body was full of scratches and scars made by the training. But after all this time he got better faster and deadlier... Now it was like an expansion of his body. What the whip felt, he felt it too. It wasn't just his body. His mind was more connected with the whip. As if both man and weapon had souls that where coming closer every time they stood side by side in battle until they become one.<br/><br/>And now he could feel it... It was thirsty, it craved for blood -- He craved for blood!<br/><br/>"Why all this noise?" The shadow said to itself and started walking towards the stairs.<br/><br/>Another horrible crack sent wood pieces on him.<br/>His anger started rising...<br/>He stood for mere seconds growling and then....<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000">"WHY ALL THIS NOISE I SAID?!?!?!?!" </span></span><br/><br/>Spinning his blades like a maniac he ejected from below through a hole breaking a barrel of rum falling from above. It was raw blood thirst and anger that drove his jump and strength. Above Flying Rotsman on a geyser was a ship that threw every crate and barrel it had on them. He heard someone calling to their captain. When he tried to find the source of the voice it was coming from the sky.<br/><br/>"There is only one flying ship above those seas" said Wolfeyes Yagos and started running to the must. A crate almost fell on him but he was fast enough to move away. A barrel got cut in three pieces by his whip and after a lot of maneuvering and avoiding and slashing and cutting he made it. He started climbing the mast until he got to its top. Without losing any precious time he swung the whip until it clung on the enemy ship. He was on deck now... A long horrible howl that ripped minds apart climbed out of his chest.<br/><br/>There it was...the feeling. He could almost smell the bloodshed that was about to take place. A wolfish grin disfigured his whole face and the he just started running. Enemies were coming at him but he was untouchable. The first swing of his blades cut three heads precisely above the neck leaving them on the floor rolling; creating a bloody line. "I'm gonna paint this ship red!" he shouted and dashed onward cutting blindly every part existing in human body. The bodies became mud and clay as they were rotting in their own sticky pools of blood. But Yagos' body was clean. Nothing could come near while swinging that terrible whip of his. Sometimes he was swinging it so fast it looked like he was just running and a strange aura around him was slicing the enemy to pieces.<br/><br/>"I'm coming for you captain! Prepare to be the next thing to be thrown from your ship!" He said as he divided a man in two - head to groin. Some tried to shoot him. Some of them succeeded some bullet scratches. Others couldn't hit him at all. Every time they'd shoot Yagos would spin the whip so fast, making the bullet shatter or ricochet.<br/><br/>He could go over all those low lives and reach the captain right now but no...He was thirsty after all this time...<br/><br/>So he kept painting the ship red. "Death!" and "Massacre!" where chorusing the song which the sounds of broken bones and slit flesh made. We wouldn't stop until everyone was lying dead and choking from his own pool of blood. If he had a head and neck to choke that was...