Liam Finn

Me bruddah an' I was havin' such a time celebratin' the generosity o Mister Neede that I almost didn't hear Sully callin' to us. He caught my eye and I turned to him, clappin' a paw on his shoulder an' almost toppled the lad. "Aye Sully! Wot ye be wantin'?" He cupped a hand to his mouth. "Thomas wants one of ye in his office!" I turned to Ian who was busy watchin' some o' the crowd, so I smacked him in that arm to get his attention. "Thomas wants ta see me in 'is office! Keep a sharp eye bruddah o' mine!" Ian smiled and laughed, nodding his head and turned back to the crowd. I stood an' followed Sully through the crowd and toward Thomas' office.

Me bruddah an' I now had a bottle o rum each to our own and al I could do was laugh at the generosity of Mr. Neede. "Ian! if Mister Neede c'n afford ta let us drink all we can on his coin, we didn't ask enough fer our services! Ha Ha!" Ian nearly spit his rum on the floor, but managed ta swallow it down and laughs wit me, punchin' me shoulder. "Wonder wot his next business fer us might be? Some food wit this generous drink would be the thing an' once those that pass out, do so, we'll have his ear an' find wot's wot, Aye bruddah?" Ian nodded an' we went off ta sit and get some food brought to our table. Most everyone was revelin' heartily, wit a couple folks seeming ta be such stiffs as ta not even raise a glass ta Thomas. Poor bastards need ta let loose or all that stiffness could send 'em to an early grave.

Ian an' I sat near th' fire and dried off some when Sully came around an' got us a bottle o' whiskey and pints. Upon askin' where Thomas was, he spoke in a low tone as ta not be overheard that he'd stepped out a moment, should be back shortly. Brightening up some he inquired where we'd been. Ian an I grinned wolfishly at each other and I told Sully we'd taken care o' some business fer Mister Neede, and was back if he had more. We knew there was plenty o' evil men around an' we'd be happy ta give 'em a heave toward their maker.

It had taken Liam and Ian a bit of time to find those men they had been hired to find, and kill. They had studied the men and their habits and after seeing their temperament and evil nature, when they died at the hands of the twins, both men enjoyed snuffing the evil light from their eyes. And to the delight of the brothers, the men had plenty of money on them and some fine swag to sell for more money. The boys lived like kings for a months time before the gold ran low, so it was time to return to their benefactor to see if they were needed yet again. The only offer from elsewhere was from one of the brothels the frequented, one that could be quite lucrative in many ways.

Who ye callin' an 'ooligan!? Right you are, right you are. I sez we're back...... Pass a pint r' three an same wit a fine lass r' three from th' brothel......

Oy! Wots all dis? Anudder pub ta drink dry fer me brudder n I? The Lord be smilin' upon us, rightly so!

Arrrr! Me Bruddah's right, keep it flowin' an' line 'em up! We'll jus' party through th' weeks end, AYE!!!!! Slainte, one an' all!!! Guinness fer all o ye!!!

WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Oh lass! Tha's rich! We ain't inta tha, but ta each there own. Cheers Lass!

Both Liam and Ian laughed and a second later a look passed between them. As one they turned to the man across the desk. Liam leaned forward. "So, where d'we find these walkin' corpses, aye?" He let the question hang in the air and drew his knife, thumbed the blade for sharpness and slowly smiled.

Bride m'bruddah n' I wi beer? Not good enough!!! Stout meebe.......

Liam and Ian spent the night and day bein' idle in the pub, waiting fer wot Mister Neede had a wont for 'em to do. It were a fine thing, ta be idle here, take up in a room of their likin' until there services were needed. Drink wot were ta be had, eat the same. The brothers did help cleanin' up th' place, not leavin' it all ta Sully. It wasn't wot they wanted ta be doin' but they figured ta earn their keep, for the moment. "Thought he'd ha' somat fer us t'do by now, bruddah. I's getin' bored wit this place. Ain't good fer th' body." Liam elbowed Ian and gave an evil smile. Ian snickered and nodded his head.

Holy fekkin shite it's dead around 'ere! I fink me n' me bruddah might hafta do summin' ta relieve th' boredom. Wot ye fink, Ian?

Liam looked at Ian and grabbed the pocket of his coat. It was very light, only two coins were within and only one was of gold. "Werk fer ye? Depends on what ye mean by tha'. . ." He nodded his head to the side. "We could go inside an' talk o' such tings. Set down fer our drink." Thomas looked at the two men and held out a hand to usher them inside. He let the brothers go in first and followed them to where they sat. Both Liam and Ian opened the bottled given them and took a long pull on them. Liam wiped his mouth on is sleeve. "So, Master Neede, wot is it that yer proposin'?" Ian looked at his brother and then at The new owner of the tavern they now sat in.

“He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.” William Shakespeare

Both of the brothers barely jumped when the man called out before turning and looking at him. Liam smirked. “Wot’s it to ya? We ain’t got a place ta stay, an this ol broken down, abandoned place. . . who’ll mind?” Both Ian and Liam now stood facing the man with the pistol. Liam kept talking and slowly moved towards him. “We ain’t no trouble, jest down on r luck for th time bein. . . just need a place ta whole up in fer a day, can ye understand that?” The man squinted at them and tool a step back. “I can understand that, but understand this, yer breakin in to MY place. . . I OWN this, broke down pub.” Liam put a shocked look on his face. “You own this ere place? Ye jus buy it then? How was we ta know? Eh, mate?”

Liam caught up to Ian just before they got past a small alley way between two buildings, one of which was an Ordinary. Liam grabbed Ian from behind and pulled him into the space between the buildings and spun him around, slapping a hand across his mouth. Ian was startled, but soon as he recognized his brother he smiled and pulled the hand off. He whispered gruffly. “Tanks brudder. . . good ta be out o tha place.” Liam held him against the wall and hissed in his face. “Don’t get caught agin! I ain’t got th coin left ta free yer agin! Least til we make more. . .” Ian nodded and Liam let him go while they both brushed the dust from Ian’s clothes. “There, ye look fine, not like a lad who dun jest broke outta prison. . . lets get something in our bellies, I got some copper left.” Liam dug into the bottom of his jacket pocket and produced six small coins. “Not much, but it’ll do.” Looking out into the street, watching for soldiers they waited until it looked clear before heading out.

Liam watched all that transpired from his spot in the shadows. He nearly shot a man whom he thought was going to try and disrupt the charge set, but instead the coward ran away bellowing to all what was to happen. Soon after the cask erupted in a glorious explosion. While the smoke still lingered and chaos reigned, he watched as Ian sprinted away, yet the captain who was also within did not follow. He waited a moment or two longer, hoping that the man was just slow in his escape. As chaos began to be reigned in he could wait no longer. He darter away into the blackness of night, following where his brother might travel. After twenty minutes of covering all the usual places they found themselves, he had come up empty handed. “Where th’ fek are ye brudder o’ mine?” he mumbled to himself. He wiped his face with his neckerchief and there in front of him passed Ian, a block away. “There ye be ya dumb bastard!” Liam walked briskly, trying to catch up to his kin on his way to the docks of Port Royal.

Liam had approached some of the men, who cautiously looked him up and down. He spoke low, and of a deed he needed done this eve. Coin was promised, and those in need of such were eager to claim their pieces of eight. He left them in the tavern and headed out to a well known stash of arms and other supplies he and Ian had stumbled upon some time ago. In the darkness he fumbled about as quietly as he could. Soon he was back out in the street carrying a cask on his shoulder. He stuffed a length of dark, thin line in his pocket and steadied the cask as he walked quickly towards the prison. He took up his hiding spot and waited for the right moment. When the guards were at their furthest, he sprinted to the outer wall of the prison and began whispering in gaelic through the small bared windows of the cells. Finally he was answered by Ian. “Where th’ fek ye been! I been in ‘ere days now!” Liam stood and tried to reach through the bars and grab Ian, but he backed away out of reach. “Stow it ye bas’ard. . . I’m ‘ere now, gonna get yer out soon. . .I saws tha’ Capt’n Sterlin’ get hauled in earlier, ye seen ‘im?” Ian began to laugh and Liam hissed at him to shut it. Still giggling Ian pointed to the next cell. “Cap’n’s right ‘ere b’sides me! Neighbours we be!” Liam peered through the bars and saw a dark shape in the next cell. “Right . . . I’ll sees wot I c’n do. . . I’ll be back. . .” He sprinted back to his spot and waited until those men he talked to were about. He made his way over to them and spoke at length what he wanted them to do to earn their coin. Once an accord was made, he put the money in their hands and was off. Back in his spot, he took out his knife and pried a bit of the cask open revealing the black grains of powder within. There he placed the end of the thin line and spooled it out. Right on time, the men he hired began to cause a ruckus not far from the prison gates. Soon, the guards’ attention was on them. They even called out to stop what they were about. Liam waited patiently and held the cask on his shoulder a flint and steel in his other hand. The moment arrived finally, when the guards left their posts to stop the ruckus. Again Liam darted to the wall of the prison and set the cask where he thought it would serve best. Spooling out the line he laid it out, crouched and worked the flint and steel, throwing sparks at the end of the fuse. Once it caught some, he blew on it until it really started to burn. He figured thirty to fourty-five seconds before it burned to the end. He sprinted to the window. “Ian! Take cover away from the wall and wait fer it!” Ian giggled and said ‘aye’, Liam sprinted away and up to his vantage point, waiting for the explosion.

Liam sat in a small, out of the way tavern, musing over his glass of cheap rumbulion as to what to do next. Somehow, he had evaded capture by the soldiers but Ian had not. He had skirted around the soldiers and watched as they had taken Ian away. He followed at a distance to the prison, but dare not go closer until he had formed a plan. For the past three nights he had watched the change of the guard, the idiosyncrasies of the watch command. Then a man was brought in that he recognized. it was the kind captain of the ship that had pulled his brother and himself out of the seas wrath from their stolen skiff. He thought for a time until his name sprang from his mind. "Sterlin'. . . tha' be it. . . Capt'n Sterlin'. . . " This was three hours past, and now he sat and mused as to what he would do to get his brother out, and if possible the captain as well. . . He heard others in the darkened corners mumbling about things best left be. A plan was forming slowly in his rum soaked brain. A plan that sobered him to the core. a plan that involved every ounce of gold and silver that he possessed, and hoped would buy some of these men for the time he needed them.

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When captain Sterling had said he planned to sail to Virginia, I looked at Ian and he at me. "We never been ta Virginia, I don't think. . . An we be more happy ta work our passage. " Ian looked at me with a funny look on his face as I spoke and added his own voice to what I said. "That is if we can't get ta th La Maligna. . . " I nodded, "Aye, if we can nae get ta the La Maligna. We are able seamen, a bit down on r luck ya see."

As the wind, rain and waved grew rougher, we realized were were fools to have thought we could beat the stoem and overtake the La Maligna. "Ian! We need ta ead back! Not gonna make it!" He looked around and pointed. "there be a ship o er yonder! a cable lenght t starberd!" I looked where he pointed and there loomed a ship closer to us than the shore was. I nodded my head and bent over the sweeps heaving to het us there quickly. "Ian shielded his eyes as we closed on the stern of the ship. "I can read. . . . Arc. . . nay ArchAngel!" I keep pulling for dear life as Ian yells, "Ahoy th ArchAngel, Ahoy! Permission ta board fore we drown!" Ahoy! ! !" I keep on pulling with all my strength.

I just come home from the pub andthought I'd readup on things and I see all this. WHERE ARE THESE SPECAIL RULES WRITTEN Ian tells me he told poor dan reid not to bugger into our dealings, so some reality hit home, put your nose in somebodys elses business and it could hget shot off! You want an apology, fine. Sorry your dead. We thought all this story was supposed to be historical reality and half of it reads like a pansy romance novel. fairs fair there's some great writing in there. I never got a masage from you dan that you were upset, but I did from Aruorae, by the way We're in Dublin Ireland not Somreset England! Show us these rules and we'll try and follow them. Im goingto bed have a great weekend Since3rly, Liam the bastard and his bruddeer Ian to

As the Spaniard went into the Inn, Ian and I smiled at each other. From the opening of the alley I heard a noise and cocked my pistol. "Shhh... wot was dat?" Ian put his back against the wall and behind a stack of broken crates and I stepped back into a doorway. Slowly the drunk man from the tavern who called himself Reid poked his head further into the alley where we hid. Lightning and thunder lit the sky and rumbled in our ears. From the flash of lightning to the thumberclap a few seconds passed. The man ventured deeper into the alley towards us and I slowly drew my pistol and pointed it at him. Closer he came. At ten feet away a bolt of lightening lit him up, I waited for the thunder and when it came I fired, hitting him in the chest. His scream was drowned out by the thunderclap and he dropped to the ground. Ian was upon him just as he hit the ground. I followed and watched as Ian slit his throat. "Tha gonna do im. Drunken sod. " We riffled throught his still warm body and found much gold, silver and a fine brooch. His pistols were now ours and so were his blades. He had nice clothes, but they were covered in his blood now. At the next flash of lightening we were gone in the wind seeking another tavern or inn to hole up in.

"Look a fine sailor, do we now? Aye." I look at the man, and then at Ian and give him a very slight shrug. "Aye, we'll ave a pint r two." I move around and get us each a tankard from behind the bar and fill them with the rich liquid. Handing one to Ian a raise mine up "Sliante" and talk a pull. We stay standing at the bar while the man talks. I see his tankard is dry so I grab another empty and fill it, setting it on the table in front of him. "Der ye go m'boy-o."