Gotta love the way you portray those pirates xD And sorry for the delay – this took muck more time to wrote as I expected....
"We'm goin' t' be hookay, doan't worrie miz Kalitz", the mole assured, lifting his goggles up his forehead and lowering the scarf. The blacksmith had ash-grey stripes on his face in the areas which weren't covered with the cloth. " 'dose vurmints won't foind uz frumm yurr"
"They will", spoke a hoearse voice suddenly and an older mouse, his pelt silvered by the age, stepped forward. "That's why we have to get to the escape routes. If we sit here on our tails, they'll sooner or later find us."
Master Beech shook his head, his face grim. Jarret, who had known his master for long time know, could read the frustration from moles usually so calm composure.
"Meester Chewnut", the mole said with strained patience. It seemed like this conservation had been repeated more than once. "Smoke's thick an' everywhurr. Vents can't git'n eet all out as long 'dose scums keep the foirs up. Goin' out thurr b'ain't save...."
"That?s one more thing I'd like to voice out", mister Chewnut said in loud voice. "How they realized use the smoke? How they even knew about us?", the mouse sounded almost hysterical now. "I say, someone must have tipped them off..." The mouse didn't add anything more, but he gave very clear and suspicious glare at Jarret's direction that it didn't went unnoticed ny anybeast..
Jarret just stood there, feeling like all his limbs had just turned into a stone. He couldn't move, he couldn't say a thing - he couldn?t even think too clearly. All he managed to do was to stare mister Chewnut and his nasty glare, suddenly feeling more than just one eye-pair on him.
Billet Beech on the other hand looked like he was about to explode. His face was so red from the anger, that not even his black fur couldn't hide it all.
"Mister Chewnut", the mole said with all the patience he could still muster. "Oi understand you'm affrighted as are we'm all. But pliz stop spoutin' nonsense. Nobeast livin' in 'dish village wudden do such a thing"
And before difficult elderly could say something that really would make mole toss him outside, Billet Beech turned towards Flitz.
"Miz Kalitz, could you koindly hand out som' water furr all of uz? A small sip t' wash daown ee nasty taste o' smoke. You can foind ee water-vat 'dere in ee corner, cups in ee cupboard - an' ask som'beast help you"
Then the mole-smith called the half-mouse, gesturing him to follow.
"Jarret? Coom yourr furr a moment.."
Jarret felt almost relieved when master Beech called for him, young half-mouse tip-toeing past the staring eyes like he was walking over eggshells.
Right after he had heard the muffled corsairs' voices, Billet Beech had grabbed his battle-hammer which were hanging on the wall like some kind of memento. Jarret hadn't ever seen master Beech touch that giant hammer before - nor had he ever seen the blacksmith move so swiftly, as he did when the rat's head emerged from the tunnel. With quick leap mole was in front of vermin, the weapon raised over his head and swinging it right down.
The hammer fell hard and crushed the rat's skull as easy as if it was a chestnut. The beast died immediately.
"Ev'ryone! Git'n to back-tunnel!", master Beech shouted, lifting his weapon again as the villagers started
"Jarret, git'n 'dem out of yiurr now!"
At the North End tunnels a boards of the corridor's walkway were pushed out from their places, revealing a hole underneath them. Only a moment after Jarret's head popped out from the hole, as the half-mouse scanned the corridor's both ends, listening and looking for any sight of the danger.
But at least at the moment he wound none and letting out relieved sigh he reached for the edge and hurrily climbed up. The hole wasn't a deep one, not for him anyway, so it was easy for him.
"Quickly now - head for the escape route and don't close it before every one is passed...", Jarrret whispered, as he turned towards the villagers, that came pouring out of the hole. Some climbed out on their own (for jumbers it was easy jump to make) and some needed the assistance reach the edge... Jarret tried to offer his help, but it seemed like no-one wanted it (or rather, they turned away from it). So the half-mouse let his hand drop and instead focused to keep watch-out, his paw resting on the sword's handle.
Yes, he had a sword now... Master Beech had handed it to him when he had followed the mole out of the large room where the villagers resided.
_"Oi was plannin' to give et when yurr big day comes, but oi may as well give et now", the mole said, as he placed the weapon on Jarret hands, smiling a bit sadly. "Happy birthday, laddo… Oi wasn't expecting you might need et at ee same day you'd receive it", the blacksmith sounded remorseful. "But you need
"Second thing ees 'dis" Billet Beech continued as he pushed a door open. What Jarret had expect to be closed or pantry, turned to be a dark long tunneld behind the wooden door.
"Molers never put their trust just one tunnel" master Beech explained, as he pulled the door shut."'Dis will leed you t' Norff End Corridors, not too fur frumm 'dat aree's escape route." Billet Beech spoke now in lowly tone, not wanting aynone else to hear.
"Old mister Chewnut might be roight in un' thing: ee pirates might foind uz... An' iffen eet happens, oi want you to take care ee villager. Oi stay an' handle ee pirates."
"But--", Jarret tried.
"No buts", master Beech interrupted with stern voice and expression, which then softened a bit. "Lukk, 'dey aren't fighters, ee folks over 'dere" Master Beech nodded towards the larger room full of villagers."So et's up to ee strong ones to protect 'dem an' oi can't be in two places at once. So iffen the worst cumms to pass, you leed 'dem out."
"I won't leave you behind"
"You won't. You guard frunt an' I guard rear. An' we'm meet when i caught up wiv you...."_
'When you caught up with us', Jarret thought, as he in turns looked down the corridor and back the tunnel's entrance, praying master Beech really would show up after all the villagers. He wished he could wait there and be sure, but master Beech had given him the duty guard the front. The sword hanging in its scabbard on his belt suddenly felt heavy as if it was resembling the responsibility which he now felt on his shoulders.