"Oops."

Kit was several tankards of ale into the evening when there was a loud crash down the hall at one of the guest rooms, followed by shouting and a gunshot. She glanced over, fully expecting exactly the scene that was unfolding – Killian darting out of the room, stark naked, his clothes and boots in his arms, as Captain Iril came tearing out behind him, gun ready to fire.
 
“I’ll have your head for this you demon-scum! Filthy hellbeast!” Captain Iril shouted. “A harlot like you, defiling my wife?”
 
Killian grinned at his twin sister as he bounded by, ducking behind the counter to pull on his pants while Kit, very calmly, very cooly, put down her tankard and turned to face the raging man.
 
“What did you just call him?” she asked, eyebrow raised.
 
“You heard me,” he growled, now only a few feet away. The large man looked more feral at the moment than the Tieflings, his round face red with anger as he huffed and puffed, sauce from the meal he had finished staining his shirt, which had clearly seen better days.
 
“That’s not what yer wife was callin’ me a minute ago!” Killian hollered from behind the counter.
 
“You clip-clops don’t deserve the title o’Pirates!” Captain Iril growled.
 
Kit snarled and leapt at the man, knocking him down and pounding his face into the ground. As Iril struggled, several of his crew attempted to pull Kit off as she screamed, tore at his face with her nails, and pummeled his head. Several of them were thrown back by her before two managed to pull her off.
 
“A little help?” Kit called to her brother, who was slowly dressing.
 
“You can handle yourself,” he teased, continuing to get dressed. “I have faith in you.”
 
“Ugh!” she grunted, before ducking down and pulling the two pirates inwards to crash their heads together, freeing herself from their grips.
 
She stood and grabbed the near empty tankard of ale from the counter, chugged it, then threw it at another pirate charging towards her, knocking him out as it connected with his forehead. Another pirate swung a chair at her, Kit managing to duck out of the way just in time, kicking out his legs as she slid downwards. As he crashed into the ground, the chair beside her, kit leapt back to her feet, grabbed the chair and swung it over, smashing it on the downed pirate instead. At this point as more patrons leapt to their feet, it was impossible to tell who was with Captain Iril’s crew anymore, and who had just been itching to get into a brawl. Punches were flying everywhere, chairs and tables crashing, the barkeep hollering, and two of the barmaids cowering behind the counter, not far from Killian, who was finally nearly dressed.
 
“I could get undressed again if you’d like,” Killian said to the barmaids, raising his eyebrows suggestively and winking. One of the women smiled back flirtatiously, opening her mouth to speak as Kit came crashing across the countertop landing beside Killian with a thud on the floor. She glanced at her brother, over at the woman, and groaned.
 
“Fucking Asmodeous, Killian, maybe later?”
 
“What?!” Killian protested in mock shock. Then he rolled his eyes playfully, and moved to a crouch position. “Sorry ladies, maybe next time we’re on… where are we again?”
 
“Who knows anymore!” Kit said, before jumping back up on the counter. “All right, which of you fuckers is next?”
 
As Kit got into it with her next opponent, or victim as some might call them, Killian finally emerged from his hiding place and joined the fray, taking out a few of the attackers with a solid punch to the face each. Kit was leaping from person to person like a squirrel, knocking them down with as much force as she could put behind her. Two female pirates from Captain Iril’s ship charged her together, barrelling into Kit and knocking her into a support beam behind her. Kit attempted to twist out of the way, smashing into its sharp edge on her side. Even with her armour she could hear the crunch and knew one of her ribs had cracked. She used her tail to grab a plate off a nearby table and smash it against the head of one of the women, causing her to drop Kit. The other, still with a good grip on Kit, pushed her against the beam harder, eliciting a grimace of pain from the Tiefling as it pushed on the rib. Kit, seeing no other way out of this hulking woman’s grip, did the only thing she could think of, and aimed a kick right in the centre of the woman’s lower region, causing a howl as she used her free arm to swing upwards and punch the woman as hard as she could in one of the breasts. The woman screamed in pain and dropped her.
 
“Sorry,” Kit apologized, actually sincere for once, empathizing with the kind of pain she had just caused the other woman.
 
The sounds of the brawl slowly dissipated as the last few standing people participating in the fight dropped, leaving only the twins and a few others standing. There were several patrons, their backs against the side walls, sipping their drinks and watching the mayhem. One gave a nod and a slow clap towards Kit, who gave them a pirate salute in return.
 
The bar was a mess, and the owner at this point had stopped his shouting and was looking around with a mix of amazement and distress on his face.
 
Kit unhooked a heavy pouch from her belt, and tossed it onto the counter, the last of her spoils from her foray into the governor’s vault earlier that day.
 
“There’s about 50 platinum in there. That should do you for the repairs.” She started to walk towards the door, and looked back over her shoulder. “Sorry for the mess.”
 
Another step forward, and she paused, looking over at the unconscious body of Captain Iril. “Oh, and you might want to let Governor Yren know that the famed Captain Iril is unconscious on your floor. He robbed the vault earlier today.”
 
Then, without another word or indication, she left, Killian close behind her.
 
“Well, that was fun,” Killian said with a chuckle.
 
“I should have gutted that peacock,” Kit replied, clenching her fists.
 
“We talked about this, Kit, no killing unless it’s necessary.” He put his hand on his sister’s shoulder, pulling her to a stop to look at him. “Hey. You did good.”
 
Kit took a deep breath, closing her eyes and tilting her head upwards for a moment as she inhaled, then dropped her head back down and looked her brother dead in the eyes. “He should die. For what he said about you. For getting that crew to turn on us back in Crest Cove.”
 
“Maybe,” Killian said with a shrug, continuing to walk through the darkened streets towards the port. “But that’s not for us to decide. We know there are at least half a dozen warrants for him. He and his crew won’t be getting out of here anytime soon.”
 
Kit didn’t reply, but let out a disgruntled grunt as she walked beside him.
 
The warm tropical night was cooled slightly by the breeze pushing through the streets. At least they would have some wind in their sails to begin their journey to wherever the tide carried them next. The streets were mostly empty at this time of night, the small fort on the remote island carrying an incredibly small population – just enough to keep the governor happy and the town functioning with its militia. Even the docks were empty.
 
As the twins made their way towards their ship, the Kit & Killian, aptly named by their parents, Kit stopped and stared to the left at Captain Iril’s ship.
 
Killian, noticing his sister give pause, stopped as well. “Whatever you’re thinking… yes,” he said with a grin.
 
“I’m thinking it’s a beautiful night for a bonfire,” Kit said wickedly, eyeing some barrels of lamplighter fuel at the edge of the docks.
 
“Of course you are,” laughed Killian.
 
That was enough encouragement for Kit, who immediately darted off towards the barrels. She and Killian loaded two of the barrels onto the deck, then checked the ship to make sure it was empty, helping themselves to whatever loot was still on board. When they were satisfied the ship held no stowaways, Kit smashed the two barrels open, lit a torch, and tossed it onto the deck, watching with wild excitement as the blaze immediately ignited with a loud whooshing noise. Her eyes lit up, pure joy dancing in them alongside the flickering flames. Killian, watching his sister, shook his head with a laugh.
 
“Okay Firestarter, let’s get back to our ship and head out before we get caught.”
 
“We never get caught,” she snorted.
 
“That’s because we always leave just in time.”
 
They ran back quickly, Kit turning back to watch now and again as the ship continued to burn, the mast catching fire quickly and the flames spreading. They had just finished hoisting the anchor and moving away when shouting arose from the town and the bells began to ring. The guards on night duty came running out of the streets, dragging Captain Iril with them.
 
Even with the distance they had managed to put between themselves and the docks, Kit and Killian could see the paling face of the captain and the look of horror.
 
“My shiiiippppppp!” he hollered. “They did this!” With his wrists chained together, he lifted his hands and pointed at the twins.
 
Killian grinned and leapt into the air from the deck, spreading his wings and hovering as he flipped off the man with both middle fingers. Kit, high off adrenaline and rage, turned around, dropped her pants, and mooned the gaping bystanders on the beach. Then, pulling the pants back up, she returned to facing them and gave a dramatic bow with a large flourish. As she straightened back up, there was a loud explosion as the ship cracked and flame covered debris flew out, one piece landing right near the remaining barrels of lamplighter fluid, others on the two other ships at port.
 
Kit’s eyes flew wide open as the remaining barrels ignited with more explosions and the docks themselves began to ignite.
 
“Oops.”
 
Killian landed beside her putting his arm around his sister and laughing. “Well, it’s not like they really needed docks that big anyway.”
 
They stood, watching the flames as the ship drifted back out to sea, Kit feeling only slightly guilty as the entire harbour began to sink into the water. When the island and the flames were nothing more than a spec in the distance, they turned back to their own ship, and began preparing for the rest of their journey, once again leaving chaos and mayhem in their wake.