Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

Within a few seconds, he turned around, walked out of the room, closed the door behind him, and headed towards the upper deck with his voice trailing into the ears of the man behind him.

"What are you still standing there in a daze for? The banished first prince of Endossa will be here in minutes," he spoke. "So, let's go welcome him the way the captain intended."

The man behind Jerry shook his head, with a tired sigh escaping his lips before his footsteps rang out as he walked forward, following behind Jerry.

After a few minutes of passing the same corridor he had used to enter, Jerry walked towards the helm, stood at the edge of the ship, and brought out his spyglass to assess the situation.

Soon after, his heartbeat sped up for a second as he turned around, counting how many ships had been destroyed since his absence, one step after the other.

The answer -

All!

All of Captain Crimson Eye's twenty-eight fleets were now nothing but ghost ships, burnt to the extent that the wood turned black with soot and were covered in the blood and internal organs of the pirates who once owned and rode them.

All twenty-nine fleets were destroyed and burnt to a crisp except for two - Captain Crimson Eye's main ship and the eighteenth ship, the one he was currently standing in. As he saw the banished first prince conjuring a tornado of flames again while strolling on a bridge made of ice on top of the sea, heading towards them, he removed his spyglass from his eyes, closed it up, and stuffed it in his pocket.

"May your souls rest in peace," Jerry said, offering a prayer for all the souls that were lost during this battle. Even though he had caused it, ending the lives of several others just to get the woman of his dreams, strangely, he felt no regret.

Because at the end of the day, he knew that he wouldn't die with regret in his heart, as he had made an effort. An effort that was trampled and squished beneath one's feet like a bug. An effort that was totally destroyed by an overwhelming power and undisputed might.

The air around him began to burn abruptly. "Haaa…" Jerry exhaled, feeling his throat suddenly turn dry and the countless beads of sweat that dripped from his body.

And then, as his eyes were blinded with flames that failed to rival the power of the sun, it struck.

"Booooomm!"

The tornado of flames struck the 18th fleet. Its flames spread like venom across the ship he previously claimed as his. And soon after —

"BAM!" "CRACCK!"

Power and might himself descended upon the ship like death given flesh and bones.

"ATTACK!" Even from here, he could hear and witness as his crewmates were killed one by one. Whether old or young, none of them were spared as Prince Wyatt drove his hands into their chest, smashed into their skulls, and used their bodies as a club to hammer the others to their deaths.

It was gruesome!

It was —

"Huurg" "Gaaak" "Huurg"

Jerry turned his head to the side, only to see the young man who had been following him vomit whatever remains were in his stomach into the sea.

Nauseating!

Thankfully, he wasn't the only one who found it so, considering that those were people they knew being killed in such a manner. Regardless, he had the courage to stomach such a scene, and so he watched until the end.

The fire soon died down, turning the eighteenth ship into ashes like the rest of the ships in the area, and the prince made his way towards theirs.

"Bam!"

Splinters of wood burst and flew in all directions as he landed in front of them, with an oppressive magical pressure filling the air.

"Rest in peace," Jerry muttered quietly to Baston and the rest of his Falcon crewmates again.

He then straightened his back and turned around.

"We meet again," The banished first prince spoke. "To be honest, if you guys had just stayed neutral, you would have been saved from my grasp and probably be killed by someone else." He raised his hand above his waist and a spark lit above his palm.

Jerry suddenly spoke out loud, "Wait a minute!".

"What?" The prince raised an amused eyebrow. "Don't tell me you want to beg for your life now. Can't you read the room and see that it's too late?".please visit

Jerry shook his head wearily. "Before you carry out your onslaught, I just want to let you know that the captain is not around."

The prince looked at him in confusion. "Captain Crimson Eye is not around?" He asked.

"Yes…" Faster than he could react, Jerry saw the prince blur towards his direction with his outstretched hand suddenly wrapping around his neck before he could even process what was going on.

Suddenly, the magical pressure in the surroundings focused solely on his shoulders and his entire being.

"Gah... gahh," Jerry choked on his own spit as the prince's grip tightened around his neck.

The banished first prince screamed, "Where is he? Did he run away... escape, or maybe..." Abruptly, a burst of dense magical energy escaped from the prince's body and enveloped the entire ship.

"I see," was the last sentence Jerry heard before he could finally breathe again.

Although the grip around his neck had loosened enough for him to speak and breathe properly, Prince Wyatt's hand remained firmly wrapped around his neck.

"So, he ran away." Instead of anger, the only expression Jerry could make out on the prince's face was admiration. "I'm impressed that he didn't stay here and whine about his plans' failure. He took the back door out and understood when to show a spine and when not to."

Despite being unable to understand anything the madman had just uttered from his lips, there was one thing that Jerry did understand: his captain was being praised.... albeit in a strange way.

"So, where is he?" The pressure on Jerry's neck increased once more. "I take it that he must not have gone too far."

With some difficulty, Jerry shoved his hand into his pocket and retrieved the letters that he had found on Captain Crimson Eye's desk.

"H-here..." He struggled to speak but managed to get his words out. "Everything you need to know is in this letter."

The moment his words left his lips, his throat was thoroughly freed from the prince's grip, and the letters were swept away from his hands..

With the edge of the ship serving as his only support, Jerry slid down, his back against the wooden floorboard and his butt on the ground.

The prince was still in his line of sight, and Jerry watched as he opened up one of the letters and read it out loud

"Banished First Prince of Endossa, Prince Wyatt.

It is with a heavy heart that I reflect upon your heinous actions upon my sea, especially after I had welcomed you with open arms, ignorant of the true man that you are.

Driven by rage and greed, all because you coveted my territory for yourself, you razed my fleet to the ground and forced me to flee, thus breaking the sacred pirate code that we had all solemnly vowed to uphold.

Not only did you ignore my pleas to grant Captain Davy's daughter her freedom, but you also chose to do things your way forcefully, even after you had destroyed her ship and killed her entire crew.

Given these unconscionable actions, I cannot overlook your transgressions. I have no choice but to brand you as a rogue pirate and send a report detailing your offenses to Captain Silver Tongue himself. It will be up to him to decide your punishment and fate.

As such, while we wait for your fate to be revealed, I advise you not to do anything foolish. Because once your punishment has been determined, no matter where you run or hide, we, the Silver Tongue pirates, will find you and enforce the full weight of the pirate code upon you.

Banished Prince Wyatt, I wish you more luck than you will ever need in the days ahead".

As soon as he reached the final sentence, the letter burst into flames, its embers scattering into the wind as ashes and dust.

"So, this was your plan all along," Spoke the Prince, his words delivered with a frigid undertone that chilled the atmosphere more than he had anticipated.

And his eyes....

The prince's eyes were far colder than the speeding atmosphere, which suddenly got a chilling feel.

Jerry, for the first time while being in the presence of the banished first Prince, swallowed his saliva down his throat in fear.

"Are you listening to me, or am I just speaking to myself?" said the prince as he raised his hand once more, and a spark lit up. "I am curious about what other plans or traps you guys are hiding."

Surely, Jerry knew that he would die today, but that wasn't what frightened him. What scared him more wasn't when, but how!