Ame Damnee The Terrestrial Bay

Mireia groaned in annoyance as the captain finally left, then placed the handkerchief on the bed. She reached behind her back to begin undoing the lace. There was no way she would sleep in multiple layers. After Mireia had removed her layers down to the last, she crawled into the bed and shivered. It was cold. She could hear the pounding of feet above deck. At least the comforter was decent fabric, not expensive, but okay. Mireia sifted beneath the dull blue blanket, keeping her foot elevated for the time being. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to further come to terms with what was going on, but it was still difficult to wrap her head around. "I mean, what kind of pirate invites a hostage to dinner," she spoke aloud.

"Or tells his hostage she can come to him if she has any questions or concerns. Even worse, why place this room next to his quarters?" She sunk deeper into the bed, unsure of why the captain acted the way he did. "He's probably just trying to get me into his bed," she mumbled under her breath. After what he did earlier, there was no telling what would happen next, and pirates always got what they wanted, didn't they? It was nothing new to her; she knew how men worked. She closed her eyes and grabbed the second pillow next to her head and placed it under her left foot, then curled up. A nice nap would do. That was probably all she needed. Then, when she woke up, perhaps she would be a little more accustomed to the erratic behavior of the ship.

@ChelonianCommander
 
Alora - Fortune Slave

She could feel those eyes on her, even through the fantom of water that separated them from her. Slowly she allowed herself to crest and slapped her tail on the water’s surface as she slipped back below the waves. It was her way of saying fuck off despite knowing just as well that he couldn’t go away. Letting her head pop above the waves she glared up at him as she craned her head back to do so. Seeing him there at the edge of the railing made her sigh slightly before she gave in. Calling down a rope she climbed up it after she had shifted back.

Her nudity was nothing new to the crew. A few had commented how they expected she would have more everywhere like the other female crew members. Perching herself on the railing she glared at him, “I doubt you need my assistance, so what do you want?”

After a moment she twisted around so she could pick up her skirt and use it as a wrap to cover herself up. Her eyes were locked on the waves below at this point. It was easy for her to say fuck it all and simply slip away the only price was her humanity.
 
Captain Zathrian Ellwood - Fortune Slave

Z looked over at Alora, despite her temporary nudity, he was able to keep eye contact with her, it helped that he very rarely took interest in women in the first place. He perched himself on the railing next to her, and looked at her face despite her eyes being glued to the ocean. "Just noticed the cold response you gave me down in the hold earlier, and the glares that tell me you wanna bite my head off. Why am I fool?" His eyes were sympathetic and his voice gentle as he talked to the valued member of his crew.
 
As much as Navi wanted to test Tor today, there was another female she had her eye on. "Okay Tor, I'll heed your bluff this time. But I've told you this before, I've accepted that the day I die is the day I hug you, darling." She said before slipping of to the quarters. A thought crossed her mind as she did so, Mireia, taken captive from her home, probably had no clothes to wear besides the extravagant dress that she wore. Slipping to her room, she gathered some clothing she thought Mireia might fit and stalked off to the girl's room.

Once there, she knocked on the door, waiting for a bit until Mireia opened it. Walking inside, the beauty shut the door and turned to Navi. "Um...I thought you would like to have some clothes to wear seeing all you have is that dress." Navi said, her face warming as she averted her gaze away from Mireia.
 
Alora - Fortune Slave

Those neon blue eyes locked on the male’s before her, “I shouldn’t have to explain this,” She states as she crosses her arms, “She is human. Human women will try to invoke emotions that will allow them to get what they desire,” her eyes returned to the ocean, “Your heart is in the sea but that doesn’t mean you can’t be affected by the hearts of others,” She stood and got dressed.

“Don’t follow the siren’s song,” She warned softly as she headed off to her post. The siren was done for now. Her words spoken it was up to Z to decide if he would listen to them.
 
Maligaro Sol - Fortune Slave

"They've all been struck dumb by the girl." Maligaro muttered. "She's an asset. A valuable one that needs to be handled carefully, but an asset nonetheless." Maligaro thumbed over his medallion. It always seemed to help him think. "They all go out of their way to please the girl, or find her a challenge. They must keep their eyes forward, and remain undistracted along their path, lest they slip and fall from it. Thankfully, Tor remains unaffected by her charm. Perhaps he can talk some sense into the Captain."

He thought briefly of his own actions, and frowned. "She's a guest. She is an asset. I helped her so we can hopefully complete this fool's quest the Captain has set upon. Nothing more. I shed the desires of the flesh many years ago." He murmured. Still, he couldn't help but be left with a nagging doubt. He left the empty brig, and returned to the top of the ship. The gods would have the answer, surely.
 
Captain Zathrian Ellwood - Fortune Slave

Z watched Alora leave, he could certainly understand her apprehension towards the girl, but the Siren was acting like he hadn't sung the Siren's song for others before. He knew he'd be fine, he was Zathrian Ellwood. He shook the lingering doubts off as he returned to the stern. Tor was looking ragged and he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty since he was the one who was pushing her so hard. "Alright Tor, head below deck and get yourself some shut eye. I'll take the wheel from here."
 
Eirik Crow -Martell Estate

The poor giant was still clinging to the ship’s edge while he tried to get his stomach to settle down for a bit. Thankfully the ship wasn’t being bounced about by strong winds and waves. Sighing he ran a hand through his hair that had come loose from the ponytail he kept it in. His ruby eyes were closed for the moment against the glare of the setting sun setting the sky ablaze in reds, golds and purples. The gentle breeze was comforting.

Alora - Fortune Slave

The siren sat above the most of the crew as she stared out at the setting sun. The colors reminded her of home. Her father getting his rigging ready to set out on an evening fishing voyage. ~I’ll be back in the morn.~ He had told her as he sailed away. He lied to her. He never came back. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and sighed. What was she even doing any more? She had never had a plan of settling down and living on an island or even on the mainland. As far as she could tell her future was the sea and this ship.
 
It was that girl from earlier who greeted her. Mireia felt a little safe, but the scar on her face also made her a little nervous. Where did she get those claw marks from? Mireia smiled a little, trying to mask her unease. Surely, after experiencing harassment, one wouldn't simply trust and accommodate to an innocent girl on board, despite her kindness. "Thank you," she murmured softly, cautiously taking the clothing from her. "I appreciate it. Uh, my name is Mireia. What's yours?"

@~Nemo~
 
Tor'Mur - Fortune Slave
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Tor'Mur watched with satisfaction as the faery turned and walked away without persisting to hug her. One less problem to deal with. She turned back to the wheel, watching the sun sink below the horizon. She blinked as she realized she had been up the entire day. Tor didn't notice it before when she was fighting - the adrenaline had kept her going - but she was absolutely exhausted now. Where's Z? I'm gonna kill him for making me wait this long, she thought.

Just then, the devil himself came striding up the stairs. "Alright Tor, head below deck and get yourself some shut eye. I'll take the wheel from here."

Tor punched him none-too-gently in the arm. "About time!" she snapped. As she left the wheel she muttered, "The things I do for you; lazy bones. Think you might want to try captaining the ship every once in a while."

As the First Mate disappeared below deck, she didn't waste any time making her way to her quarters, slamming the door behind her. Finally. Tor'Mur flopped on the bed and fell asleep right then and there.
 
"I'm Navyra Darling, pleasure to meet you." she bowed lightly, her manners showing through her drunken state. "Though most just call me Navi." She said as she stood there, gazing at Mireia. "I guess you probably want to be left alone right now. I understand if you don't want to interact with any of the crew but before you send my away, I just wanted to give my condolences for your losses." Navi said, looking down. "Even if I don't have that right."
 
Mireia was confused by Navi's actions. She'd done her good and wanted to leave right away. "Um, okay. I'll see you later then." Mireia turned away from Navi and placed the clothing on a small table nearby. It seemed like no one wanted anything to do with her, save for Maligaro who was kind enough to take care of her sprained ankle. Before Navi decided to leave though, if anything at all, Mireia asked her a question that'd been nagging at the back of her mind. "Does the crew really have a cabin boy named Remon? Is he allowed to talk to um... prisoners?"

@~Nemo~
 
Navi chuckled at Mireia. "If you have your own quarters, I highly doubt you're a prisoner at this point. We usually keep those down in the cells, Mimi." she said with a smile. "And if I was able to stop by and talk to you, I'm sure Remon can stop by and talk to you because we do have a cabin boy named Remon." She chuckled at her own joke before her face turned serious. "It would be pretty obvious if you two knew each other though, so I would try to keep communications on the low, us pirates are a suspicious bunch." She shrugged. "You won't have to worry about me saying anything though. Anywho, I probably kept you long enough, I'll be on my way shortly. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask me, okay Mimi?" She said, as she pulled a bottle of wine out of her pouch. "A little welcoming present." she said as she handed the bottle to Mireia.
 
Mimi? What in the world? She narrowed her eyes. What kind of pirate used terms of endearment? She felt a small wave of relief wash over her, but it quickly dissipated away as Navi continued on. Mireia felt her heart lurch in her chest as Navi spoke of it being obvious they knew each other. Perhaps, she shouldn't have asked then. Mireia didn't even know if it was the same Remon she knew long ago. She cringed as Navi showed kindness once more, seeing it as a sort of superficiality. She didn't say anything as Navi handed over a bottle of wine and she took it in silence. "Thank you... I suppose I'll see you around. It's dark now and I should probably get ready for this dinner your captain wanted me to show up to."

She gave Navi a brief smile as she watched the woman leave the room. Mireia sighed and rubbed her forehead. A headache was not what she needed right now. She quickly grabbed Navi's clothing and began to dress herself up. It was awkward and foreign; dressing yourself up and wearing someone else's clothing and boots, then eating dinner with the captain? A fool's errand; she hadn't wanted to join, she would've much preferred to starve herself, but Maligaro's words were consistent in her thought pattern. She had to cooperate; that was the only way she was going to survive around here.
 
Captain Zathrian Ellwood - The Fortune Slave

It had been quiet above deck since the captain and Alora had spoken, the crew went to and from their business as usual, Navi was absent, said she was bringing clothes to Mireia, when the navigator appeared above deck again, it was almost nightfall, and Zathrian had received word that his special dinner with their captive was ready. He left the stern and turned to the crew. "Alright, nightfall everyone. You all know your roles, keep my ship from crashing into a rock face. Navi, you have the helm tonight. If all other jobs are accounted for, then take a load off, you did good work today, all of you, and I'm proud of you. Anyone needs me, you know where to find me."

He stepped off and went into his quarters, preparing himself to meet with Mireia. He put on his finest longcoat, made sure he was well groomed, and stood in front of his window, staring into his true love, the ocean, waiting for the girl to arrive.
 
Gosberg, Remon - Top deck

The man smoked the remaining of the day as he usually do on the more quiet hours. When he hears Zathrian give out the call for nightfall, he thanked whatever gods he can before calling to Remon, who seemed oddly deep in thought.

"Oi! Cabin boy! Get some barrels of the good drink. The one we stole from the that manor. We're celebrating another successful job!" He called out so the entire deck can hear. This was the best part after any battle really. It was a way for the men to celebrate their victory and this was an even more special day as the richer targets have even better liqueur to taste. Remon quickly snapped from his thinking and give the man a quick nod before walking down into the cargo hold, and carrying up a barrel
of fine wine and spirits, as well as a set of cups, that he assumed Gosberg and the away team looted from the manor. He sets the barrel and cups down near the man before going off to get some more barrels. Gosberg opens up one of the barrels using his mace, and began to carefully pour out cups of wine for all who would take it.

As Remon finally places down the fourth and final barrel near Gosberg, he realized he hit a roadblock in his train of thought. He didn't know how he would be able to help Mireia off this ship, but still he needed to help her however he can. As it were, the crew was busy with Gosberg's drinks, Remon had the chance to head into the ship's armory and steal a small knife, hiding it underneath his shirt until he made it to Mireia's quarter door. He gives the door a quick knock and dropped the knife outside the door. He quickly returned to his duties to avoid suspicion, getting more barrels and cleaning the ship.
 
Mireia pulled Navi's shirt over her head and put on the vest accompanying it. She'd already put on the pants and the boots; this was all a hassle really. Mireia stared at the full length mirror in front of her as she tried to indicate where the next leather string would go through. She chewed on her lip a little, finding a small mistake, when she suddenly heard a knock at the door. What? What does he want now? I thought I was going to his cabin by myself, not "Oh, by the way, I'm going to escort you to my cabin, Madam Mireia"! She seethed with irritation, grumbling under her breath as she made her way to the door and opened it a tiny bit. There was no one there.

She opened it wider and glanced down left and right, her boot moving forward on instinct and hitting something hard. She glanced down and removed the boot. To her surprise, it was a pocket knife. She looked down both ways and scurried to pick up the knife then close the door behind her. Who on Earth would've done this? Not the captain, that's for sure, she thought sourly, inspecting the knife with curious eyes. She didn't know how to fight with one, unfortunately, but it would prove useful, perhaps, if she was attacked at night by some scoundrel or worse. Mireia placed the knife under the mattress and pushed it towards the middle.

Hopefully, no one would think to look under there. She quickly went back to the mirror, her mind portraying infinite possibilities as to why that knife could've been placed near her door. Did he want her to have some form of protection? Well, no one was there when she went to pick it up. Were they scared? Surely, if... no one was there, that meant the captain wouldn't know, and possibly other parts of the crew as well, all except the person who gave her a knife for some reason. She decided to not ask the captain about it, preferring to have some sort of weapon on her, just in case. Finally, she got the loopholes on the vest done correctly.

Mireia smiled a little at herself in the mirror, trying to appear happy and fine, but it quickly went away. She felt like a different person. It wasn't the same Mireia. She pulled up the blouse a little; it was somewhat baggy, but airy, and she wasn't used to this sort of freedom. What if the captain laughed at her? What if she made a fool of herself? She cringed and tried to calm down. It was simply dinner, right? If she ate fast enough, she could get rid of him faster. Mireia pulled up her pants further to secure their tightness around her hip and waist, then turned away from the mirror, not wanting to look at herself any further, and reluctantly made her way to the captain's quarters, not far down from where the guest quarters she used were.

She reached his quarters and raised her fist to knock on the door, but hesitated for a moment before rapping her knuckles on it and stepping back, nerves coursing through her body, palms beginning to sweat.
 
Captain Zathrien Ellwood - Captains Quarters

Zathrian stood facing the window of his luxurious captains cabin. Flanked on either side by various sorts of treasures and baubles. He gazed out onto the vast expanse of the sea, his true mistress, wishing that he could be above deck giving out orders and indulging in her splendor. Alas, he had more pressing concerns, the admiral's daughter was sure to be on her way, it was time to make a good first impression. At the knock on the door, he gave permission to enter. He turned to face her, longcoat open exposing his well toned abs. It was Mireia, looking as stunning as when they first brought her aboard. "Good evening, please have a seat." He said gesturing to the table he had set up, food already prepared.

Cassandra Xilstine - Fortune Slave Upper Deck

There was a half elf among the crew who had been unusually quiet throughout the entire raid on the Martell Estate. She brushed her dark hair out of her face as her bright blue eyes stayed absorbed in a new work of enchantment. Finally, in the late night hours, her newest pistol, the ace of spades was complete. "YES!" She shouted in victory bursting out onto the upper deck of the ship, her bright and cheerful demeanor shining through.

It turns out she had come at the right time, as he heard Gosberg shout to break out the drinks. She began hopping up and down with excitement as she scanned the ship, finally laying eyes on the person she desired. She ran over and wrapped her arms around the Siren, Alora's neck. "Alora! Gosberg's breaking out the liquor! Come, drink and play some games with me. I've got a new invention to show you." She sang the last sentence, clearly proud of her handiwork. This was the Fortune Slave's Powder Monkey, Cassandra Xilstine, also referred to as Queen Kaboom, or at least she wants to be referred as such, and her enthusiasm was truly infectious. A brighter spot on the crew of the Fortune Slave, one had never seen.

@RyunaSiege @Isla
 
Mireia thought it improper for the captain to flaunt his chest off so boldly. She held back rolling her eyes and paid it no mind, then took a glance at the candlelit dinner, wondering where this sudden profound generosity sprouted from. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Good evening," she responded smoothly, taking a seat at the small round table. Candles glowed on the table and she wondered what the seemingly rare occasion was for. "You asked for me?"

@jrusso20
 
Navyra Darling- Fortune Slave, Helm
Navi smiled as the captain had told her to take over the helm which she did so without a word or hesitation. She knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to operate the helm without something in her system, so she took a bottle out of her pouch and examined it. Dragonbreath Ale. One of her favorite drinks man had ever made. Taking hold of the bottle with her hand, she used a light amount of wind to steer as she focused ahead. While she was a bit saddened that she couldn't join in the festivities as much with her responsibility, she felt extremely happy that she was trusted enough to be capable of keeping the ship on course.

Though alone with her thoughts was something that she didn't want at the moment, her feelings for Mireia brought up memories that she didn't want to face for the time. Memories of the one she truly loved, it has been a century or longer but she had been too drunk to keep count of the years that passed, it still hurt to remember the best six days of her life. It made her think as she looked ahead to the black waters and night sky how he was doing.

How their son was doing....

She shook her head as she felt her eyes water a bit, she hadn't cried in a century and she wasn't going to start now. Taking another swig of the ale, her spirit of drinking turned from celebration to drowning her sorrows, washing away the memories that danced across her brain. She wasn't forgetting him, she would never do that but she couldn't stand to face the pain that burned just as strong as it did that final day. The pain only followed when she found out that she was carrying his son, their son, Renir. The mother in her ached for that family, the adventurer in her wanted to escape everything that tore her down and made her weak.

100 years. That was the promise. No contract, no deal made...a lover's promise.

100 years was surely a long time.
 
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