We Attend a Hanging

April 21st 1660

London, England

The ship rocked beneath my feet as we pulled into the harbor of London. British soldiers were crawling everywhere but none payed us any attention, thank the gods for the Mist. Edward, Danielle, Susan and I lowered ourselves from the ship by Susan's vines. I told Victoria, Beau, and Luke to stay with the ship and to be ready to depart at a moments notice.

"Let's be going, we won't want to keep the Captian waiting." Edward said motioning for us to follow. He grabbed Danielle by the hand. I gave him annoyed look but he didn't notice. Susan looped her arm in mine and we followed. He and I both wore cloaks, broad hats and had our swords hidden. The girls wore long dresses with weapons stuffed to the seams with weapons. Susan looked comfortable, but Danielle kept fidgeting and readjusting her's. As we walked thought the streets I kept looking over my shoulder thinking at any moment we were going to be shot. Granted within the hour we'd be dodging bullets left and right.

"Damion, are you okay?" Susan asked noticing how agitated I was. I sighed, it had been nearly five years since we had last been in England. Five years since we had stolen the Storm Bringer and became a crew, a family. We also became wanted fugitives, on the run from the English crown.

"I'll be better once we are back on the open, sea far away from here." I responded. Edward led us into a square where a crowd had gathered. In the center gallows for a hanging had been set up. I couldn't belive that after five years Ed still knew the layout of London. Perks of being a son of Hermes.

We were all demigods. Ed is a son of Hermes. Danielle is a daughter of Ares. Susan is a daughter of Demeter. Victoria is a daughter of Aphrodite. Beau and Lucas are sons of Athena. And myself, I am a son of Hades. It seems like only yesterday that our captain, had brought us together to fight off a gang of cyclopes that had tried to kill each of us.

We stood around for a moment listening to the people talk about how exciting it was going to be to see a pirate hang. I glanced up at the gallows, the noose swung lightly in the wind.

Suddenly the sounds of soldiers marching and drums filled the air. Soldiers began entering the square guarding the gallows and allyways. "Show time everyone." I said and we all took our places. I watched as four heavily armed guards walked towards the gallows. In the center walked a teenager a head shorter than the guards. He had blonde, almost white hair and a scar under his right eye. On his right arm an eagle tatoo shown through his tattered shirt.

It was our captain Marcus Gale, son of Zeus.

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