THUD!
My owner gets thrown off, like a bag of flour. A tiny one at that, for even I manage to grab a few pounces at that rascal of a beast. And he leaves. Not even saying goodbye, mind you.
After taking a couple of glances, I notice that the room looks and feels (oh my god, even feels!) different. A soldier-green, peculiar smoke starts emanating from the place which my owner had hit moments before, and out of it emerges a small figure. You would imagine your typical mountain man, had you seen it come closer to you. Shaggy brown clothes, barbaric red hair and a big straw hat, underneath which I can still catch two small, sleazy... white eyes. No bother, he wouldn't harm me.
"Now, now there, Billy..."
His prickly red hair touch my cheek. Disgusting. I am not his wife for him to treat me like that.
"Wow, have you turned into a creature as of late? Interesting."
Is he coming up to my master?! No, I'm not letting anybody harm him ever again!
"Now, wake up, will y-whoa!"
Take that, ape! I leap right between him and my only friend.
"What the hell exactly???"
"HHHHHHHH!"
"...mmgh... Si?.."
***
"... Si?..."
My head is spinning as I wake up. That Dog jerk really tried to do a number on me, but I resisted, I survived. I can be stronger.
As I come round, I see a certain figure near me, accompanied by trails of sickly green smoke. No. It can't be. He can't have brought them all together in here!
"Pew? Ezra?!"
The figure in front of me is known as Blind Pew, but everyone calls him Ezra after the incident, in which he lost his eyes and Johnny - his leg... A rather cold individual. Strange in-di-vi-du-al.
"That darn cat..."
"PEW!"
"Oh!" - he finally turns around. - "So that's where the voice came from. Interesting. So very... familiar."
"Listen," - I try to sit up from my position. It aches all over. The right words barely come, - "Why can't you just... leave me alone?"
"Oh, honestly," - he seems rather nonchalant about coming here. - "It's more like you came here just to torture your friends. You should trust your friends."
That's... a different way to put it, to be frank. Did he still call me his friend after...
"Do you know why you were given that map?"
I really didn't want it to come to that, but here goes:
"Flint really trusted me-"
"Wrong. "
...What.
"He simply didn't have a choice. He knew that everybody was going to betray him should he try and grab the money for himself, so," - he comes up close to me, making me cringe, - "he chose you. And you shot him. Like a traitor you are."
"But I was just defending the map-"
"Wrong. You were only after the money, something the old Captain didn't get. And still doesn't. Satisfying our own ego, are we? "- he is now towering over me, like a cat over a hurt fledgling - me. Me.
"You were always a crazy guy, weren't you, Billy?"
"What do you mean?" - I sit up a bit more, - "I was simply fighting back for what I deserved. Otherwise, he wouldn't have-"
"Wrong..."
Will he stop? Please-
"... You didn't deserve the map. Rascals, killers and madmen like you deserve nothing. You were too busy wreaking havoc, while I went upstairs and tried to seduce Jim into giving me some of the treasure. You know, like a real pirate does. I know that you are too stupid for things like that, so I gave you an equal. So that you two... had fun."
I can't speak. How? Just how?
"If that's how you treat your friends, I have no further questions."
"... wh... But I-"
"What? Gonna try and state how much of a white sheep you are? Go ahead."
I am getting tired of this conversation... and of my own existence. I... I know I am the worst guy there ever was. Can I still survive this? But maybe, there's a chance:
"But why did you send out Dog? He is too big for-"
"Wrong. He, as it turned out, is a lot more of an adult, than you are."
"But he-"
"He simply went and tried to grab the map out of your hands. Only immature people like you would try and fight back, especially wih such consequences."
I suddenly realize that there are more than one person in the room. That voice... no. Stop it. Enough!
"You only went on breaking that old inn as much as you could, because you don't have a mind for more than that. Stupid vandal head. I can't believe I trusted you this whole time."
"I didn't mean it! And I apologized-"
"Oh, stop being funny." - the Captain finally shows himself, glaring in my direction. - "Think your sneezes are anything special?"
Ugh...
"Well, they're not! In fact," - Flint slides up to me, muzzle-to-muzzle, - "you could have learnt to cover when you were a kid. It's that simple, dwarf."
I just sit there, awaiting my sentence. I'm sorry, Dave, I didn't mean to be so bad towards you. Jim, I sincerely apologize for ruining your only home. And Xan... oh, Xan...
"We are together and you have no one by your side!" "Worthless pice of junk!" "Stupid!"
"If only you could die sooner!"
"Captain knows best!" "Captain could have known better, though..."
"Vandal!" "Rascal!" "Freak!"
... suddenly, I can't hold it anymore. All these voices. They... they're literally everywhere. All of them. From every corner. They... they just make me wanna... wanna... SCREAM. I also shout a lot, and like you, cannot prove my case! Amen to that! Rid this world of my horrid self! I can't! Just can't! Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't!