Post by Strawberry Scream on Apr 20, 2019 20:02:47 GMT -5
It's pretty simple! Hop on in!
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Setting:
Pirate Ship, "Ye Olden Days"
My Characters:
Female Captain - Anaya Vange
Male Second In Command - Haven Vange
Soft black leather lashed in salt-stained winds as the captain of the ship overlooked the wide sea from the Crows Nest, holding a small telescope in one leather-covered palm. Next to the figure flapped a pirates flag, and under those were the signature sails of the infamous Bleeding Corpse - huge white canvases, splattered red with what many armies of the nations hoped was only red paint for show. After ten years aboard the Bleeding Corpse, the captain knew as well at the commanders on land that the red was not paint.
“Ships in the south, Captain Anaya.”
The captain looked over her shoulder at her brother and second-in-command, a handsome man with sun-kissed skin to match long black hair. She turned her lean body, ducking next to him and scoping out the vast expanse of blue that was her home and her palace. A wicked smile crossed over her tanned face, and she collapsed the telescope to tuck it on her leather belt once more. “Good work, Haven - let’s get the crew up and raging!”
Her second grinned as his captain grabbed onto the railing and launched herself over the side without a second thought. Flame-colored red curls came alive in bright sunlight as Anaya wrapped herself around a rope and slid down calmly as it wrapped around the mast, under the sails. Heavy boots landing on the deck, she whistled loudly to gather her crew around her. They were all salt-roughened and strong, covered in battle scars like their captain. “Ships from the Southern kingdoms,” she reported as her second in command landed next to her on the deck, hand on his sword. “Probably Whisteria, or the Netherwoods. Either way, there are two medium cargo ships, traveling close together and lightly armed…”
Much time passed - the crew of the Bleeding Corpse hooted and hollered around a huge campfire on the sand of a long-forgotten island, barely a speck in the waters. The captain, dressed in non-blood splattered skin-tight leather pants and a plain black corset, dug through a bag filled with what seemed to be medicinal herbs and doctors equipment. The siege of the two ships was successful and brief - men died, fell into the sea to be forgotten like rusted pins. Money, gold, and medicine practically flowed over her crew - along with plenty of alcohol.
“Cap’n!”
Anaya looked up from the bottle of dried sage in her hand, seeing Haven knee-deep in salt water, near where the Bleeding Corpse was shored safely. The carvings of half-decayed bodies along the beautifully kept body seemed to stare down at her as she joined her second, raising a hand to the setting sun to block its magnificent glare. There! A small plant of wood from the ships her crew had taken down - they weren’t far from the siege. On the wood was another person - too far to see if they were alive. “What should we do?” Haven asked, Looking at the captain with trusting eyes. She pondered for a moment, mulling over her thoughts. “Bring them in.”
More time passed - the plank was dragged onto the sand by Anaya and a few crewmen, the smell of dinner-cooking making her stomach rumble. “A Whisterian,” a crewman spat, hand going to the knife on his belt. Anaya’s strong hand slammed into his chest, making him take a step back obediently. “Not just any soldier,” she crooned, crouched besides the unconscious person and lifting the front of their shirt, “a medicinal soldier. This one’s been trained with medicine and war both.” Silence fell after she spoke, and she stood up again to put her hands on well-sculpted hips. Her hair was out of her way - she had tied it up, volumes of tight red curls sleek and shiny from salt and ocean water. “We’re saving them,” she decided, drawing herself up with a straight back. Everyone knew the expression on that rough, pretty face - she was set in her decision, never changing her mind. “And once they’re awake, we’ll treat them like family. We need medical hands and this one might just be the key to our problem.”
Ayana had the person taken to the fire, letting them warm up from the chill water and dry. Dinner was served - a stew with previously dried beef, something that the entire crew ate copious amounts of and laughed loudly, trading bottles of rum and what seemed to be champagne for the finer tasting. Anaya joined in on the drinking, although she kept one of her golden-green eyes on their newest rescue - it wasn’t often she showed mercy, even for these reasons. “….Seven, eight, nine, ten!” Her crew cheered as she slammed the bottle of rum down on the sand victoriously, smiling after the ten-second chugging dare. She clearly had a high tolerance, barely affected by the liquor as she laughed in success.
Hopefully things would clear as time passed, and the stranger would wake up from the smell of good food and the sound of laughter. Captain Anaya Vange had some questions.