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And shepherds we shall be
Getting killed, Katracho decided, was a waste of time.
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee
He had thought he was being clever, using an Irish name in the largely Irish districts of South Boston, but he had been careless, and “Kevin MacManus” had attracted the attention of a local vigilante group – three of whom also happened to be named MacManus.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
At first, they had only been curious, but after he took the head of that shaggy Italian, they had come down on him like the British Navy on Jack Sparrow.
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command
Katracho idly wondered what had happened to old Jack – the last time he had encountered anybody from the Pearl had been over sixty years ago, when he had served under Captain Barbossa on that newfangled ‘under-sea boat’. The Captain had rounded up all he could find of the old crew, but the centuries had not been kind to their brotherhood.
So we shall flow a river unto Thee
Hopefully, the three angry Irishmen standing over him would be content to shoot him in the head, and not be sending him to meet Davy Jones just yet. This was a port town, after all – you couldn’t be too careful.
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
He should probably go back to using the ‘Klingonsmith’ name to leave Boston – that identity hadn’t died yet. Maybe he would head inland for a while.
In nomine Patri, et Filii,
Katracho braced himself.
Et Spiritus Sancti.
Everything went dark.
*******
Some months later, Katracho was chuckling to himself as he walked down an alley in Chicago. This city was full of Immortals – as most seemed to be – and he had taken several heads recently. He grinned as a familiar buzz washed over him.
“You look somewhat familiar, have I threatened you before?” An unforgettable voice issued from the shadows. Still grinning, Katracho answered him,
“Well, well, Jack Sparrow. I’d always hoped I’d be the one to get your head.” He drew his sword and made a powerful swing at his opponent’s neck. Sparrow blocked it, and the two traded blows in silence for a few moments. Suddenly, Sparrow dropped back. “Scared, are yeh?” Katracho sneered.
“No,” Sparrow retorted, “it’s just that, when you tried to take my head, you forgot one very important thing, mate.”
“And what might that be?”
Sparrow’s eyes narrowed. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.”
And with that, he flung himself at Katracho, who found himself hard-pressed to defend himself. Finally, his sword clattered on the ground as Jack’s sword bit his neck. After the Quickening had subsided, Jack began to walk away, then turned and addressed the body.
“There can only be one – savvy?”