Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

Another experience that I will never forget in my life.

The Captain of the Poisonous maids' crew was beaten down until she spewed out her breakfast and submitted.

"Take away her knife so that we can take her back to the Prince. The less time we waste, the better".

Prince Wyatt. This is all his fault.

Everything. Everything is his fault.

Prince Wyatt!!!

…....…...

"Captain of the Poisonous maids' crew, you really went ahead to steal my ship" I said as I looked at the beaten and battered woman kneeling in front of me.

"Ptu…."

Maybe it's because I have experienced such a thing before and was actively prepared for it. But my hands moved on their own.

"Smackk!!"

I swept the back of my left hand right through her cheeks, sending the fluid that was aimed at me towards the other side.

Suddenly a wave of familiar remembrance hit me.

De Ja-Vu!!

I smiled. This scenes!!!

"It's rather daring of you to attempt such a thing again" I said to her, watching as her expression turned into disbelief with a dazed look in her eyes.

But the same as before, her expression soon turned into a visage of immense hate, a venomous stare, and a crazed look that one would only find in a rabid dog.

".…Daring!! who do you think you are? I have no reason to be afraid of you, so why should I?" Clara replied.

Her words were clear and simple. But the tone she uttered them with was enough for one to feel the amount of venom each sentence contained.

Heh!! Why do I feel as though this woman has been hating on my ghost even though I wasn't around all this while?

But still, I was curious.

Even though I could guess that she and the former Prince Wyatt had some kind of relationship together, I was curious about what had happened to plant such a seed of immense hate against me.

I am sure that the ambush had a hand in that, but come on, there had to be something, right?

The boundless hate in her eyes grew as she waited for my answer.

"I am Prince W.."

"Spare me the title. You were a Prince. You were a crown Prince. You were rich. You had servants. You had slaves. You had an empire…. But not anymore" Clara responded, her words mixed with the smug on her face made it clear that she was enjoying this and had already anticipated my response even before I spoke.

Nonetheless, she was right.

The former Prince Wyatt who is currently me was banished and had lost everything he had for reasons which I am yet to unearth.

The only thing left in his name was the slightly damaged ship under my feet and the clothes on my back.

However, was I ready to think about such trivial things?

No, I wasn't!!

Since the very moment I had arrived in this world, the very first thing someone had addressed me as was 'Prince Wyatt'. I didn't ask for just the title, but the more people kept on addressing me as such, the more I began to accept it, and just went with the flow.

But that didn't mean I hated it because whether I was banished or not, being a former Prince of an Empire hailed to be one of the greatest in humanity's history did come with its perks, albeit on a smaller scale.

Hell, even the knight still addressed me as such even though she had a to-do list of how to secretly murder me and would have already been successful the second time if not for the 'Fantastic Beast Of Records'.

Even Captain Crimson eye, someone that neither I nor the former Prince Wyatt has never met still gave some leeway because of my title and also, mostly because of the amount of strength that I had shown through Toothless.

Looking at her smug face as I opened my mouth to speak, I said "I am a Captain who st….".

"You are a captain with a ship full of sea slaves" Clara responded, interrupting my words once more.

"None of your crewmen followed you because they wished to. I am a Pirate, sure I may have lost my ship and part of my Crew members, but don't even dare call yourself a Captain when you don't even have a first mate. You are not a Pirate. You are a lost boy thrown into the sea, abandoned, and left to fend off for himself. I bet that if Knight Camille wasn't even with you, you wouldn't even have survived this long".

".….."

"What? Have you lost your ability to talk? Weren't you talking and grinning with that shitting face of yours previously, or have I finally touched your weak spot and shown you how frail and useless you currently are? Come on, say something…" She said once more, her words getting louder with each sentence as she locked her gaze with mine.

"Sigh!!!" An audible long and tiring exasperated sigh escaped my lips.

"You know, sometimes you surprise me. The last time we spoke, you spoke like a woman clouded by her hate for the man in front of her. Funny enough, although your hate is still there and might have grown even more potent, your words were thought out and packed with meaning" I said bringing my face towards her as our gaze was still locked together.

"But do you know the difference between then and now?"

Her face remained the same, but her eyes and the subtle twitching of the muscles on her face were clear to me that she was trying to think of an answer, but still came up with none.

"Ahem!! If you haven't noticed, there is no difference. You are still on your knees as you talk with me. Your crewmen are still one step away from having their bodies disposed of in the sea. You say that I am just a banished Prince, right?..... Sure, I agree, you are right. I am a banished Prince and I have nothing in my name except this ship. But I believe that as long as I am aware I have never refuted such a statement"

"If you believe that I shouldn't be called a Prince anymore, then that's your problem because as far as I am concerned, only a fool would renounce one of his greatest aides because he allowed his heart to be weighed down by the opinion of another"

Of course, especially if I was still a newcomer in this world and still haven't figured out a way of surviving or gaining a footing, then renouncing my title as a Prince whether I was banished or not would be foolish.

Though I wasn't lying when I said that her each of words held meaning, but they would have meant something to the former Prince Wyatt and not the current me.

Her words were powerful and would have helped her if it was the former Prince Wyatt, however she was unlucky to have been matched with the current Prince Wyatt.

The current Prince Wyatt was someone who would do anything that falls in place with his morality to survive in this new world. Especially since he was given two new lives after his previous torments on earth.

"Is that all you have to say? As expected, yo…."

"I am not yet done" I said as I grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the edge of the ship.

Even though her words may have not affected me, there was still an urge in me, that wanted to put her in her place and give her the perfect answer to each of her questions.

Words weren't punches to the face, but they were still sharp enough to damage a man's heart.

I am a man!

Her words stirred up an uncomfortable reaction in me that I wouldn't feel relaxed until I had addressed it.

Though there wasn't any need for me to do so as I could have just overlooked her expression with her every sentence. But somehow, I felt that it wouldn't be satisfying.

The urge to undermine her was growing more and more.

Hah!! It seems that I might have been wrong. She had succeeded in drawing out a grudge from me.

A grudge that I wouldn't let go of until I wiped off her smugness completely.

"What are you doing?" Clara said as she held the edge of the ship with both of her hands tightly holding unto it while I held her tightly as we looked at the sea below us.

"Given you an answer to your second question" I said, channelling my thoughts to Toothless as I directed her to my location.

"Leave me alone!! What the hell are you planning to do? Do you think you can scare me by threatening to throw me off board?" Clara said as she tried to wriggle, and push herself away from me, but all of her actions were in vain.

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