parlay

"Oh! a woodland creature that can speak?" your crew mumbled

naturally, in this world, most woodland creatures were untouched because they couldn't speak, like birds and other animals.
fairies were included in this list even though a few can learn how to speak telepathically,
but how would one know they don't speak.

"captain? how does she know to parlay?" Brimley asked
you were still stiff with a spear edge right next to her throat!
"I don't know Brimley, what were you just thinking right now! just right now Brimley!" you exhaled sharply

" I was thinking it would be amazing if she said parlay right now, and then she said it," Brimley explained reflectively.
"that's it, Brimley, that's the bloody answer! she can read your brain, mate!" you continued to exhale with stiff muscle not letting any of your killing intent drop.

"Oh! Brimley!"
"are you serious right now mate!"
"are you a blimming idiot!"
"food is wasted on you, Brimley! tonight you're having no dinner!"

the crew flogged his bald head till it turned pink.
"thank you, lord Brimley, could you tell me what's parlay," the Roc fairy quickly asked

"I'm not telling!" Brimley squealed almost crying
"section 2104 of your paper says you must send me to your leader!" she rapidly said, puffing up
while glancing at the spear edge then your eyes.

"why the fuck would you remember that Brimley!"
"how the fuck did you speak and think at the same time!"
the crew asked simultaneously out of sync, they flogged him and kicked his shin as they ask

"oy oy what am I thinking of fairy!" one of the crew asked
the crew looked at wondering about this sorcery."

"your thinking of the number seven and having a cock in your mouth," her wispy voice said as she fluttered in her net.
the crew members looked away from him.

"it was a trick question, what am I thinking of now!" he asked again
"you thinking of the same dick, the number seven and holding on to things blindfolded"

your vice-captain shook his head in shame as everyone was startled by this,
"what's the captain thinking about? cause the old gods know his thinking about that nice arse you got."

"no." -the fairy stammered- " he's been thinking murdering me in his head the entire time" she whispered in stress.

your whole crew looked at you unsurely, "you're mistaken lad, our captain is no killer, tell her captain... captain?"

you were thinking about killing the yellow-eyed infernal creature but even if that all you were thinking about,
she couldn't see the visual in your head

Brimley looked at you cautiously, "ca...captain?" his slow whisper was the last thing you heard before you fell backward
unconsciously