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Author Topic: Got a date with destiny  (Read 1095 times)

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Offline Devin O'Shea

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Got a date with destiny
« on: Aug 11, 18, 06:33:32 PM »
The island of Lanzarote de Muerta was a small haven for pirate ships that sailed along the southern coast of Dhemlan. Devin had been familiar with it during his days in the Sceltic Navy and those same instincts of pirate hunting had come in handy now in the trek that had taken them into the underground caves of the isle. Even though Devin was officially listed as a pirate to both the Dhemlanese and Sceltic navies, he was on a mission to hunt his own people this time out.

The Fianna had tracked an older sloop, The Whydah, through choppy seas to Lanzarote de Muerta. Devin had crossed blades against the captain of The Whydah, "Black Sam" Bellamy before he flew the Black and knew him to be a fierce and ruthless man. Word had reached him that "Black Sam" had stowed his treasure somewhere in Lanzarote and Devin was intent to free him of his burden. So he'd followed after the ship using the storm to cover his boat and settled in the rocks nearby.

It had been a difficult prospect. The Fianna was a somewhat larger boat and he'd had to strain most of the Crew's Jewels to hide the ship once they'd found their sweetspot. He watched through the scope with his good eye as The Wydah took out from the bay then headed north.

"Me, Lucy, Scott, Red, and Smalls on the boat. Marge, you've got the helm." He barked his commands quickly as he made for the ship. Margaret, "Marge', as he called her had been his second-in-command since he'd taken command of the Fianna. She was a loyal lady from Dharo who had no qualms with telling him how much of an idiot he was - but at least she did it in private. 'Lucy' was Luciana, his Weather Witch, Scott, Red, and Smalls were all former marines that had served him when he was a navy man. Of those he knew the three Scelts to be loyal. Luciana was Dhemlanese and had never really gotten along with Devin, but she was a Black Widow and he'd need her to get through any traps that "Black Sam" had left behind in his stash.

The boat set onto the shore just as the sun was setting. Devin got off the boat first, saber at his side as he started making his way inland. "It'll be in the caves on the west side of the island. We've gotta get a move on, so we can get there before sunlight. Expect a fight - Black Sam won't have left his loot unguarded." The three marines nodded and took point, Luciana falling into step beside Devin with a critical, cool gaze.

"You seem to know a lot about this treasure, Captain." She always said the word 'Captain' with the slightest hint of contempt. Luciana was a few hundred years old, she was quick to remind, and she felt she knew better than Devin in just about every way. She was on The Fianna because he didn't have another Weather Witch at the time and she was looking for a crew. It had been years that they worked together now, but he never liked her and she was always trying to angle the crew against him for her own purposes. "How did you come to learn it? How do you know how he's defended it?"

"Vision web." Devin said without turning to face her, his good eye focused on the path ahead. Luciana looked at him oddly out of the corner of his gaze, confused. "Grew my snaketooth in last month - couldn't you sense it?"

Luciana frowned at his glibness. "You're very funny. Are you going to answer the question?"

"Nope, because it's not a democracy. You don't like how I do things, feel free to swim back to that shitty bar we picked you up in Pirenza. But since you like getting paid, I figure you'll come along and grumble like you always do, Lucy."

"My name, Captain, is Luciana."

"Shut up, Lucy. Your cut gets smaller every time you call me Captain like the word's made out of piss."

The Black Widow scowled but quieted down. Devin was thankful he'd gotten the point across but it would come up again later, he was sure.

---

Hours later they reached the cave. Devin had used just a bit of witchlight to guide their path but had otherwise tried not to use his Jewels. He'd told the others to do the same, not wanting to draw attention to them if someone held a dark enough Jewel to sense their Craft. A torch might have been better, but the light would have been more visible where as the witchlight Devin was able to modulate to do a softer purple glow that wasn't something detectable from afar. It didn't give them as much vision, but they just needed to make sure they didn't trip and fall off the cliff.

They had scaled the side of the seashore mountain with ease, having brought equipment just for the job. It took some heavy labor but it was doable. Once on the path, he knew they'd get their way into the cave without more issues, save for the traps of course. Taking a bite out of a ration, Devin took the lead and gestured for the Black Widow to step up beside him. "Come on up here Lucy." His voice was hushed as he headed along the winding sea-blasted path. The smooth stone beneath them was slightly treacherous thanks to the water of the foam that had splashed against the rocks.

"Stop." He put his hand before her as he came to a halt right before the entrance of the cave. "Here." Devin drew his sword and hoisted it up, gesturing to the roof of the cavern entrance. "There should be some trap webs here. See if you can untangle them."

Luciana rolled her golden eyes. "Your snaketooth tell you that too?" She said with sass but then as she reached out with her Opal, her brow furrowed in surprise and concentration. "Wait a moment.. you're right." Luciana knelt down, looking up at Devin with a sharp frown of suspicion. "How did you know?"

"Vision web." Devin said with a shrug. Smalls chuckled behind him, Red and Scott were more controlled in their reactions. Luciana seemed less pleased. "Hurry up. We're losing time."

Luciana muttered something unkind beneath her breath as she began the delicate process of disarming the trap webs. Devin's eyes turned to the shore, tracking the moon and the stars. They were on time, but it was going to be a short window. He took a slow breath, appreciating the moment to rest, and drew his saber. "When we get inside, don't let them get a word in. Hit 'em fast, hit 'em hard. These ones aren't worth saving."

The three Scelts nodded in grim understanding. Luciana only took a few more minutes and then exhaled. She'd spent a fair bit of Jewel power to do her work. "They're down, we're in."

Devin nodded and moved inside; Red, Scott, and Smalls were right behind. All four men had sabers drawn to bear. Smalls covered them with a stealth spell that would cover the sound of their approach. He had to concentrate to give them sight shields as well -- he'd be mostly spent after this. But it was enough.

They found five men there, and quickly they fell upon them with blades flashing. The stealth spells gave way as soon as blood splashed against the invisible barrier against sight, and the two men that did not perish in the initial attack got to their feet and drew blades to arms. Devin had brought most of the crew that had Jewels - there were only three left on The Fianna that wore them - so it was only a matter of moments for them to finish their grim work. Most of them died before able to utter a word, but the last one uttered a surprised, shocked "Balor?" as he sat at the end of Devin's blade, falling to the earth grasping his wound to the heart.

"She'll..." The dying pirate began to say, but Devin cut him off by plunging the tip of his saber into the man's skull as he lay dying on the ground, ending him before he could say much more.

"Old friend of yours?" Luciana asked with narrowed eyes and cool suspicion, overseeing the carnage that had just been laid. They stood around a small, dwindling fire. The smell of smoke and freshly cooked fish filled the air - that and the blood.

"No." Devin said without turning to face her, his eyes sweeping over the cave. There were several tunnels ahead. "Split up, branch out. Smalls stay here and cover the door. Look for anything and everything. Watch the ceiling as you walk - if you see a small white star, jump past it."

The men nodded and quickly got to work, though Luciana's gaze lingered narrowed and focused on the Captain. "You wanna get paid? Get going." He barked to her, then took off down a passageway.

Counting the minutes in his head, Devin considered the time. They were doing well. If they found the treasure they'd be able to get back to The Fianna before dawn. With some lucky winds they'd get gone before the other ship arrived to pick up 'Black Sam's' drop. He reached out with his Sapphire to make sure none of the others had thrown up a sight-shield and followed him.

...Then he picked up Luciana's Opal behind him.

Pretending he didn't notice, Devin walked to the end of the tunnel, a Sapphire shield wrapped tight around his body, below her senses. He hopped over the earth beneath a small white star and sensed her follow. The pit-trap would have been convenient, but he didn't want anyone to get hurt. He was still considering what he was going to do when he saw the small box of blackwood and gold laying on the cave floor.

Well. That complicates things.

Quickly Devin turned on a dime, saber drawn, and with a lash of Sapphire power he smashed through Luciana's shield, and his sword followed right after, striking at her heart. As the tip struck her jerkin the metal began to disintegrate - he had struck a web that she had prepared on her armor. Fucking Black Widows, he thought with venom.

Momentarily surprised she reached for her blade. "I knew you were lying to us!" She snarled and slashed with her sword, catching Devin's shield in a splatter of Sapphire power. The webs she laid on the tip of the blade ate at his shield and he could see dark tendrils swirl about it, drawing the energy into her sword. Fucking Black Widows, he thought again - though with a mixture of admiration and anger. "You think I'm stupid?! I've ran circles on you short-lived idiots for..."

Devin covered his hand in Sapphire and Purple Dusk shields - layer after layer, and reached forward and punched the snarling Black Widow straight in the face, avoiding any of her clothing.  "Shut up Lucy." Blood spurted from her broken nose and she screamed as her head snapped back. Before she could react much further, Devin shoved out with his Sapphire, sending her flying as telekinetic craft hit her while she was disoriented.

She flew right beneath the star and landed on it.

The trap gave way and the webs beneath it sprung up and devoured her energy. The spikes beneath were a more final solution, though, as they impaled her through chest, thigh, and throat.

Luciana didn't get to finish her thought as she sagged against the spikes. Devin exhaled, muttering something unkind about the snaketooth caste, and regarded her dropped rapier. He gingerly reached out to it with a shield-covered hand and took the hilt. Lifting it to the meager light he regarded the flickering black strands at the edge of the blade. "Huh."

For the first time that night, Devin smiled. "Yo ho."

---

Devin, Smalls, Red, and Scott returned to The Fianna with just an hour before daylight would peek through the dark clouds on the horizon. Climbing aboard last, Margaret approached with cool blue eyes as she looked over them. "Where's Lucy?" She asked with a critical gaze over crossed arms.

The Captain shrugged and gestured to his cheek and shoulder, an angry red mark that looked messily healed and a new bloodstain on the latter. "She wanted a bonus. I disagreed on her asking price."

Smalls chuckled. "She got the Captain right good with her sword. Got the jump on 'im ways I can figure, but he stopped her before she got iz 'ead off. 'E tossed her onto some spikes 'e did. Never thought she seemed more agreeable than a big rock through 'er mouth."

Margaret didn't seem amused by the retelling of how they'd 'lost' their weather-witch. She gave Devin a critical eye. "I see. And was it worth it?"

The three Scelts summoned what they'd vanished and several boxes, containers, and chests appeared. They reached back into the rowboat and hauled out several small begs with precious jewels. "Yep." Devin responded dryly then conjured a small box of blackwood and gold, upon its top was the design of a kraken that reached out to every corner of the ancient (and expensive) looking container. "This one we need a key for, though. Won't open without it. Think it's spelled, too, so be careful with it."

Margaret let out a soft 'hmph', but her lips twisted into a small smirk. "Well, we'll need to get a key, then."

"That we do." Devin nodded and started walking for the stairs that would lead him below deck. "But first, we need a new Weather Witch. Take us north, Margaret, we're done here. I'm going to see the Healer about my shoulder."

"Aye, aye, Captain. GET TO YOUR FEET, LADS!" Margaret began to bark out orders to the rest of the crew - the slender blonde more lioness than lady as she got the crew hustling to take them away from the shore of Lanzarote de Muerta.

---

Devin closed the door to his cabin and locked it. Walking to his dresser he laid down Lucy's webbed blade. He had lost his dagger to make the wounds that the Healer had just cared for, and Lucy had destroyed his sword. For the time being he'd use the dead Black Widow's weapon as a replacement. With the money they'd just gotten he'd look into a proper spelled blade.

Laying on his bed he let out a groan and a sigh. The first bits of light were coming through the window of his cabin. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a heavy black iron key, and a pearl that fit snugly into the palm of his hand.

Black as a moonless night, the lustrous orb felt warm in Devin's hand. In the center of it was a thin red slit that seemed to pulsate like a heartbeat. Shaped like a cat's eye, it seemed to stare dead at him. He ran his thumb across the sphere, picking up the small runes wrought in gold in the priceless treasure he'd lifted from within the box. The crew, of course, would not know what was within the mysterious chest - but the lure of hidden treasure kept many a pirate hungry for more.

Smiling to himself, Devin tilted his head to look over The Demon's Eye, a treasure worth more than his entire ship and everything in it. All it had taken was a little treachery and a little blood.

Well worth the cost.

Offline Isla Sheane

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #1 on: Aug 12, 18, 01:56:06 AM »
Seasickness had never affected Isla before in her life and she was not appreciating its sudden appearance. The odd gray cast to her ship and the sliding, roiling shadows were the likely culprits to her nausea. Isla walked slowly down the deck of the ship, automatically avoiding the rigging, as the dusky-skinned crew fizzled in and out of view. She wished that ‘golden-skinned’ described the men winking in and out of focus, but the lighting leeched all color from the world.

Her left hand drifted towards the hilt of her sword as she tilted her head back to study the furious clouds above her. As she watched the lightning jump from cloud to cloud, but never cloud to sea, or cloud to ship. Isla stopped moving to watch the rain pour from the sky and never land, simply transform into eerie fog and those sliding, roiling shadows.

“Storm’s coming.” She whispered to herself. The sea rose around her in monstrous waves, blocking the horizon from view. The ship was steady beneath her feet. “Storm, but not a storm.” The Widow stroked a finger along the hilt of her sword; she ached to draw it, to use it, but knew it would not be useful. Instead, she turned on her heel and sprinted for the helm.

Breathing hard, Isla murmured an apology to the spectral crewmate she stepped through as she grabbed hold of the wheel. She held the ship steady and watched as the storm that wasn’t a storm raged on around her. Pulling on the wheel, she steered the ship to the port and continued to turn the ship as she studied cloud, and rain, and sea.

No change.

There was no direction to go that would avoid the tempest ahead.

Isla let go of the wheel as she closed her eyes. She withdrew back into her mind and followed the markers she’d left behind. Little colored sparks of Witchlight dotting the landscape of the Twisted Kingdom. She followed the stone path back to Self, reabsorbing her markers as she went, unconcerned with the slate disintegrating behind her. At the edge of the Kingdom, Isla glanced back for one last fleeting look at her ghostly ship before stepping over and into Self.

There were two things that Isla knew with absolute certainty. One: the Dhemlanese Naval Ship she’d been on the past few years was heading into a storm that was not a storm. And two: if she had been warned, she could have directed them away from the trouble.

“Storm,” she said softly. The word seemed to echo within her empty cabin. She rubbed her face hard and sighed. If it wasn’t literally a storm, it would be some sort of trouble. And it wasn’t like there were very many kinds of trouble that a ship at sea could get into. Mutiny. Running out of food or water. Angering the Behemoth. Pirates. The ship somehow taking on water?

She opened a jar and began slathering her skin with lotion as she scanned her cabin. It didn’t really matter what trouble they would be heading into – she wouldn’t leave her treasures vulnerable to looting or the whimsy of the sea. She Vanished her things; an easy task as she tended not to horde. Except, of course, for the potions that kept her skin from frying and peeling. But those were necessary and not clutter. She stored anything of real value in her Cabinet anyways.

Grabbing a hat, Isla walked to her door – opening it as a crewmate finished the first pound of his fist upon the wood. A sudden Blood Opal shield was the only thing that saved her face from a second knock. She arched an eyebrow as he let out a yelp and jumped back. “It’s sorry I am, Miz Isla. I wasn’t aimin for you none, just the door.” He stammered.

She waved the apology away and began making her way up to deck. Teo, she’d never figured out if that was all of his name or just a nickname, scampered after her. “I take it either Cap or Gonzalo sent you to fetch me?”

“Yes’m! Both, it’s all hands, you see?” The golden-skinned, raven-haired man wrung his hands before gesturing wildly. “There’z a ship. There’z all sorts of talk going on up top, but there’z a ship and the Cap and Gonzo said to get you right quick, you see?” He scampered ahead of her and looked back with a pained expression. She could tell he wanted to ask her to move faster, but didn’t at the same time.

Night, he seemed so young. He had to be older than she was, but he reminded her of a clumsy puppy. All paws and ears and energy. She’s lived among the Dhemlanese longer now than she lived among the Sceltic, but it was still eerie how someone a century or two older could seem like a teenager. “A ship?” She picked up her pace as a litany of curses rolled through her head. A ship had to be nearly upon them to make it impossible for her to help them escape.

Isla burst out onto the deck and immediately locked onto the old galleon bearing down on them. Her gaze lingered on the black flag proudly flying. Her hands fisted at her side as rage bubbled to the surface. Teo gave another yelp at the sudden cold and scrambled away from her. She could make out details of the ship with her naked eye. Which meant the ship had been spotted a long time ago and no one thought it prudent to let her know.

She slowly turned her head until her steely gaze landed upon the Cap and Gonzalo. She stalked towards them, a path clearing before her of men sliding out of her view. She stopped, positioning herself an arms span away from the men. Isla stared at the Captain for a long, tense moment before turning her attention to the Sailing Master. She gave him the same stare before pointedly looking at the pirate ship.

“Take it up with Gonzo, here. I’m going to ready the ship for battle.” The Captain remarked before walking away and turning his attention to his crew. Her gaze strayed from the ship to pin Gonzalo with a turbulent stare. He didn’t seem to notice the cold or her fury, a maniacal gleam in his eyes. “The ship matches the description of the Fianna. She’s a wanted ship, and we have her in our sights.”

She knew the Sailing Master was an arrogant man. He graduated at the top of his class at the Academy and quickly worked his way up to his current position. He was intelligent, conceited, and felt he was smarter than everyone else.

Isla hadn’t realized he was crazy. A slew of curses flew from her mouth, not just slurs and epithets, but actual curses. All of which were spoken in Gaelg. A language Gonzalo didn’t know, but recognized the words for what they were.

He shook his head and flicked his wrist, as if to brush her concerns away. “Don’t you understand Isla? We take down the Fianna and then we have our choice of commissions.” The Warlord started to turn away from her to watch the pirate ship; Isla stopped him with a stinging slap across his face. A Sapphire Shield was already wrapped tight around her body that blocked the retaliation she read in his eyes.

“We make it through this... It won’t just be nightmares you’re plagued with Gonzalo. I’ll also be lodging a formal complaint against you for endangering the crew.” She turned and began walking towards the Captain so that they could plan her attacks.

Offline Devin O'Shea

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #2 on: Aug 15, 18, 01:36:43 PM »
"Well, aren't you feeling smug?" Margaret closed the spyglass and handed it back to Devin who vanished it after a moment. The blonde woman's crystal blue eyes narrowed as her lips twinged into a smirk. "You're on a roll with the predictions, Captain."

Devin's lips peeled into a grin as he lifted his gaze from the shorter woman to the naval vessel ahead. "I cheat, what can I say? I use logic and math when given information and it turns into magic to the untrained eye."

Margaret snorted. "Mm. Too bad you didn't hide use your math and logic to give us a better approach. Looks like they know we're coming."

"Scared of a little fighting, Marge?" Devin raised an eyebrow over at her. "You're not going soft on me, are you?"

"Hah! You wish. Quite the opposite. I've been itching for a good fight for weeks. You never bring me along for the fun parts, Devin."

"What can I say?" Devin gave a soft shrug. "I like giving you the chance to practice Captaining in the event of my eventual demise."

A quick, bright laugh came from his second in command. "Hah! It's boring if you just stay on the ship, though. Besides, knowing you you've already got a trick to barter your way out of Hell."

Devin cast a wink toward Margaret with his bad eye, then turned his full attention to the ship ahead of them. "Bring us around and get the boats ready. It's time to get paid."

Margaret flashed a fierce grin, turning about toward the crew below deck. With a shout, her voice reached over the crew as if amplified by Craft (the truth was Margaret just could project herself well). "LADS! Main sails, blades to the ready, turn us north thirty two degrees! Set the boats ready to board. IT'S TIME TO GET PAID!"

A cheer came up from the crew and Devin felt a rush of energy. He'd been serving on ships since he was a young man, fresh off his Offering. His whole life had been on the sea, it felt, but few things had felt as rewarding and exciting as being Captain of The Fianna. While it had been a situation he'd been forced into before, the last few years of piratry had been a revealing shift in his personality and in his way of life. No longer was Devin just taking orders or following leads, now he was proactively acting - constantly trying to be cunning or to outthink his opponents, rather than brute-forcing his way through matters. The Warlord Prince always wanted to be the consummate leader, and being a Pirate, rather than being a Navy Man, helped to fuel the urges of his Caste far better and make his life a richer and better one.

He had done his research about the ship he was about to face. He had planned the scheme at Lanzarote de Muerta for months - including the very real possibility of having to kill Lucy. As such he'd looked into replacements: Black Widows of good power and whom he could conceivably turn to joining his Crew. Both the Sceltic and Dhemlanese navies had viable targets, but one name in particular had come up that was of interest: Isla Sheane.

But, as always, Devin hadn't shared those details with the crew. The less he explained the better his reputation among them became. Always one step ahead, it seemed, even when half of the time he was improvising. But if they didn't know how he thought, they couldn't predict his actions or his motives. It added to the allure and as long as he made sure they benefited from his choices they were loyal to him. And in turn, he made sure to incorporate their wellbeing into his decisions.

Except Lucy, of course. But she had earned her place as being expendable after a couple years.

The Fianna took up a course that let their broadside focus on the Dhemlanese vessel. His vessel was an old Sceltic Galleon, but it was built with a Carrack front to allow for his crew to use crossbows and pikes. The lower decks had several ballistae and two catapults used to throwing witchfire-fueled balls of flame. Not every ship had such weaponry and it had been a costly addition to the ship to have them in the first place. Given that only a small portion of Devin's crew bore Jewels they'd have to rely on physical combat but be cognizant of potential Craft use. Devin's Sapphire would prove to be a fearsome weapon of its own right, but given that the Black Widow had one as well meant he couldn't just assume they'd win out on strength alone.

But bringing the Fianna in broadside toward the Dhemlanese vessel let him hide one half of his ship which had the boats beginning to prepare for launch.

The crew pulled out the catapults and readied them for fire. He had Margaret use much of her Rose on four large balls of tar that were encased in a more brittle iron. The containers would hold to be stored but didn't have the structural integrity to survive a solid collision with anything. Loaded up, Devin nodded next to the Rose-Jeweled witch and turned toward the ship on the far side.

"Once they're in the air, release the holding spell, then get to the boats. We'll keep them busy while you bring the lads on board."

Margaret wouldn't have much Jewel power - enough from her Birthright to give her some shielding against swords, spears, and arrows. She'd have to rely on stealth to get her in, if she faced off against the Sapphire, she'd be killed quickly. That's why Devin had to make sure he drew the attention of all the Jeweled Blood.

Getting to the fore of the ship, the scarred Captain drew his saber and with a touch of his Purple Dusk set it alight. In the distance clouds dark clouds roiled and the sound of thunder was heard. The witchfire coated blade - Lucy's saber - stood out as easily visible. He knew that all of the naval men could see him from here.

"RELEASE!" He shouted in order and the catapults fired - the two heavy balls of brittle iron screamed through the air. True to his order Margaret released the spell that was containing itself to the contents and a dark smoke began to seep from the metal in mid air. A trail of black smoke followed the projectiles, like a comet screaming through the sky. As they crashed down onto the deck of the naval ship they released a large amount of black tar and oil, the roiling smoke billowed out to cover the deck and obfuscate much of their vision.

"LOAD! CUT THE BOATS!" He shouted and the crew released the rowboats as they moved to load another set of balls. As Devin walked over to the catapults, he brought the witchfire lit blade to each one, lighting the pitch for both. "Bring us alongside her, boys!"

He lifted the blade and pointed toward the ship. "RELEASE!" And they did, a huge whooshing of air as the mechanical monsters moved all of their cranks and springs, the Fianna lurching as two balls of flame shot forth through the air down toward the vessel covered in oil.

"That should keep their Jeweled Blood busy." He said with a manic grin as his vessel drew closer toward his prize.

Offline Isla Sheane

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #3 on: Aug 20, 18, 12:50:33 AM »
There was a flurry of activity around her. The Captain was ordering the crew to their stations, calling for a change in the ship’s bearing, and watching the commotion like a hawk. Young men in their prime heaved rope, carried supplies, and hustled across the deck of the ship. Still others readied the catapults for use. Isla sighed heavily as she combed her fingers through her hair in an attempt to keep it out of her face. When that failed, she bundled the lot of it under her hat as she meandered to a quieter location on the deck that still gave her a good view.

Part of a Navy’s job is to keep the waters free from pirates. Isla wasn’t furious with the demented Sailing Master for going after a pirate ship. She was furious with the idiot for sailing directly at the pirates instead of being sneaky. She’d been working on a first stage Shadow of their vessel. At first sighting she could have unleashed it as a dummy while the real ship was hidden beneath a sight shield. They could have been upon the pirates before they even realized they were chasing a fake.

Instead, she’d need to think on her feet and play games. Which pre-made webs could be used to her advantage, which could be reworked on the fly to better suit her needs? Choosing two quickly, Isla released the webs and used just a touch of craft to dispatch them to the Fianna. Sailors were all a touch superstitious, but who wouldn’t be when the sea herself was mysterious and kept so many secrets? The first web was designed to affect anyone on the Fianna peering out from port holes or between railings. They’d see giant suction cups attached to suction cups covering the opening and writhing away as if being attacked by an enormous octopus. (Or a kraken.) A spell designed to startle and spook. The second web would be more insidious. If it worked as intended, the pirates would see bones or gaping wounds when they see flesh in their peripheral vision. It should shock and disorient those aboard the Fianna every now and then.

The Black Widow studied the Sceltic Galleon before her, ignoring the tug of homesickness, until her gaze was inevitably drawn to a flaming sword. A laugh tickled her throat at the absurdity of it, before the laugh died at the implications. She certainly never wanted to duel someone with a flaming weapon. Her preoccupation with the fiery sword was almost enough to keep her from noticing the iron ball heading straight for her. A second’s worth of a Blood Opal shield was sufficient enough to have it breaking open over the water instead of her head. The ooziness of the weapon had Isle tilting her head in confusion until smoke began to billow from behind her. Isla slowly turned her head to look behind her as she gripped the ship’s railing until her knuckles turned white. Bubbles of rage began escaping their prison within her as she took in the tar and oil and smoke. “Shite!”

The bubbles inside her exploded as two balls of flame sailed over her head to crash upon her ship. Above the din, Isla shouted, “Hold on and Shield!” She reached out psychically and provided a shield to anyone within her vicinity. Then she scooped up ocean water and dropping it on the deck to douse the flames and wash the tar and oil off board. The action cost her a significant amount of power, but she was a Black Widow that wore the Sapphire. It would take more than that to drain her Jewels.

Her gaze snapped back to the Fianna and, fuming, Isla flicked a catapult off of Devin O’Shea’s ship in a fit of temper.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #4 on: Aug 21, 18, 03:28:40 PM »
Oil by its very nature was resistant to the sea water that the Weather Witch brought to douse it. While the flames died the tar and oil remained stubbornly gripping the ship, no doubt causing a measure of aggravation to the Sheane Black Widow. As her specters and illusions assaulted Devin's crew, he snarled out a command toward those on the Fianna's main deck. "Focus, boys and girls! Don't get distracted by them! They got a Black Widow in their midst; ain't no such thing as the krakens and undead of the deep!"

Not necessarily true, but he wasn't going to let his crew get spooked. Pirates were a superstitious lot, but there was plunder to have, and a battle to fight still.

A wave of Sapphire force struck his ship, lifting the catapult up off the deck. Heavy chains rattled and snapped against the strength of the telekinetic attack even as their first attack was shielded against. The Black Widow had revealed her position in her assault, and as the catapult stood at an awkward position, still attached to the ship by dint of the chains that bound it, it would take time to bring it back to a firing position. If it'd even shoot again - the lever looked bent.

"Draw bows and aim your bolts at the redhead there, lads!!" Devin pointed his flaming sword toward Isla, his figure more visible as the Fianna drew closer. The crew prepared the last catapult with another ball filled with tar and Devin moved to light it with his fire-covered blade once more. "LOOSE!" He commanded, and the catapult and archers fired at once. A rain of arrows threw down toward the Black Widow, some power bolts from his remaining Jeweled Crew being slung at her direction soon after just as the flaming pitch flew down toward her ship. It wouldn't hit the main mass, but the broadside of her vessel.

Devin knew from personal experience that all of that wouldn't stop a Sapphire Black Widow, but it'd drain her resources and her reservoir. She'd be near empty by the time he boarded the ship and brought his own power to bear.

Which was the point, of course. Devin had fought against Jeweled Blood on the seas for nearly two decades now, and had a variety of tricks, tactics, and dirty plans to ruin a captain's day. More treacherous and brutish, Balor used a demon's art to get the upper hand.

While the Navy ship was distracted with the approaching galleon, Devin looked over to the side while Margaret and her rowboats were making their turn. Seeing that she'd soon be visible to the Dhemlanese, Devin placed his hand to the wheel, the other holding flaming blade in hand. "GET READY LADS, WE'RE GOING FOR A TRIP!"

With a flush of his Purple Dusk into the wheel, he affected a sharp turn. The Fianna lurched as it swung about, bringing the high front of the galleon to the side of the Dhemlanese ship. He released the wheel as the pirate ship slowed to drift beside Isla's vessel, and his men at the front took up positions on the elevated castle.

"LOOSE!" He yelled, as they had reloaded with oil-wrapped arrowheads, and with a blow of Craft-backed breath, he shot out a stream of flame that the archers shot their arrows through, down toward the deck of the Dhemlanese ship.

In a few more moments, Margaret's boats would come up along side, and the Fianna's crew would begin to board.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #5 on: Aug 29, 18, 11:33:06 PM »
Isla was hoping that at least one pirate would turn around a punch a friend for being a secret Demon Dead. Or run screaming from a giant writing tentacle. Perhaps the pirates of the Fianna were made of sterner stuff, or perhaps they were just more terrified of the prancing peacock with the flaming sword. Either way, Isla’s heart ached a little from their lack of reaction. Perhaps their steadfastness will run out as the Webs dig deeper and continue their insidious sideshow.

Confusion wound its way through Isla’s fury. Her tantrum had less of an effect than expected, though it looked like the damn thing was out of commission. Still feeling pissy, Isla punched it with another burst of Sapphire to snap the arm. It was then that the Black Widow noticed that the idiotic flaming sword was pointed directly at her. It seems she gave her position away. She didn’t even have a chance to think ‘oh shit’ before a downpour of arrows and whatnot fired in her direction.

She was not going to stick around for that.

Isla made quick use of the Craft lessons her mama over saw with ribbons and wooden boards. She sank right through the deck. Those weapons could have fun with the ship instead of her flesh. Unable to prepare for the quick descent, Isla fell into a crumpled heap. Climbing to her feet, she judiciously ignored the stares, snickers, and offers of help. She lifted her chin and strolled, with more apparent dignity than she felt, towards the stairs leading up.

A fire sword? Was it a real flame? Did he have to be careful with how close he held it to his body for fear of igniting his clothes? Did he have to shield his hand so it didn’t burn from the heat? Or was the fire an illusion meant to shock and terrify? The questions weren’t important, what was important was that she was wasting time wondering about the sword than thinking about the ramifications of it pointing her out. There weren’t very many short-lived aboard. Her hair and skin stood out.

She paused in her journey back upstairs to snatch the hat off a crew member’s head. She shoved her own on it in trade. Isla held the hat in one hand upside down while pulling spider silk out with the other. She wove a rudimentary Web into the hat. One that would last maybe an hour and would give her the appearance of raven hair and golden skin as long as she wore it. It wasn’t much protection or camouflage, but it would help.

Isla quickly climbed back on deck, just not fast enough to see how the boats were in dramatically different positions. The Captain was ordering his navy men to return fire using their own catapults and archers. Fire was licking at her ship, wallowing in the tar and pitch stuck to the wood. Blood with power to spare were dousing and tamping out flames and sending Power Bolts at the Fianna. Isla was certain that Devin and his silly sword were attracting a substantial portion of that destructive power.

A small, vicious part of Isla wanted to pick up Gonzalo and drop him on Devin’s head. Let them play with each other rather than everyone else. Instead, she pulled an incomplete Web out of her Cabinet and played with it. She fussed with it, refined it, and then kissed the frame as she finished her present for Devin and sent it on its way. A special Web, just for him – one that played with his senses. He’d smell blood - dark, rich, and coppery, and not find the source. He’d hear his name – whispered, screamed, moaned. He’d feel the sticky tickle of spider webs against his flesh and beneath his clothes.

Perhaps if she could rattle the Captain, she would be able to rattle the crew.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #6 on: Sep 02, 18, 05:05:16 PM »
Devin's target disappeared from sight and he frowned as she did so. Clever girl, he thought to himself as she vanished beneath deck. With the Black Widow out of the way for the moment he was able to focus instead on the operation of boarding the ship. His men kept firing arrows of fire and heavy stones covered in pitch and tar. The return fire rattled the ship, a couple boulders striking near the mast. One crashed through the rear of the boat and left a hole in his ship - something that instantly spiked his anger and possessive need to destroy not just the catapult that hit his ship, but those operating it as well.

A couple of his men were rattled by the Black Widow's mental assault, and Devin snarled at them as he reached out to slap one man who was starting to grow hysterical. "GET YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN." His instillation of discipline was a harsh rebuke from a man who once commanded a Navy ship - he rarely had to get as mean on The Fianna as he had on previous boats.

Refocusing, he leveled his blade as they came beside the Dhemlanese ship. Screams came from below as their advantage of height helped their aim and gave cover to his archers - it was one of the benefits of the carrack design of his vessel. The front of the boat basically acted like a small keep for the men within who fired from port-holes and small slits. Archers fired back at Devin but his Purple Dusk sufficed to keep away from most mundane assaults that might strike him direct. He'd soon get off the ship to draw fire away from the boat itself. He grabbed hold of the rope, ceasing the Witchfire spell on his blade which left it hot to the touch, and readied to board. Down toward the starboard of the ship he could see Margaret's boats coming alongside, getting ready to board as well.

"GOING ABOARD, LADS, TRY NOT TO SHOOT ME!" A roar of laughter hit up then, just as the sudden rise of bloodlust flowed through him. It was an odd sensation - as Devin had felt focused rather than furious, but all at once the smell of blood filled his nostrils, shouts of Devin! echoed in his head, and all he heard was Byrony, Rose, and Caitlyn calling his name at once.

His skin itched with a need for sudden violence, and he let out a banshee's howl through the air, fueled by Craft to serve as battlehorn and to unleash the rage within him, as he swung across the chasm between both boats.

As he landed, he gave himself over to that Rage - a fury he rarely dipped into but was always close to his heart. No longer focused, only furious, the Sapphire Warlord Prince charged headlong with blade swinging. Once more it ignited into flame, his eyes flashing a terrible red hue as The Balor's gaze swept across them. Men screamed in agony as their outer barriers were assaulted by Devin's nigh-unique assault, and those who lacked Jewels or proper shields were given an unspeakable level of agony.

Fire was no longer a concern around him - the wooden boards, rails, and nearby posts began to be covered in ice as he went deeply Cold, giving into the Killing Edge the Black Widow had inspired in him. Friend, Foe, it did not matter, all that mattered was that he wanted to kill.

Able to see her work first hand, Isla now was on the main deck with a Warlord Prince no unleashed who began cutting a bloody path straight toward her, murdering every living thing in his way.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #7 on: Sep 07, 18, 06:01:58 PM »
The moment Isla stepped upon the main deck to witness the havoc Devin O’Shea had wrought, the blood drained from her head – leaving her lightheaded and dizzy. Her own fury and violence leaving her with a suddenness that had her breathless. It should not have been a shock to see a Warlord Prince riding the Killing Edge. It should not have been a shock to see the brutal, bloody, assault the man waged alone. The Blood, by their very natures, were violently passionate. Murder was not a crime. But there was always a Price to pay.

Isla did not have to be told that the deaths Devin caused were on her head. And that she would pay a Price.

The Pirate Captain had been attacking her ship and doubtlessly causing injuries – but he hadn’t been in a Rage until she wrapped him up in her Webs. The Black Widow was intimately familiar with fear. As a child she had lived for the little scares that came with horror stories and tried her best to push away, ignore, and forget the terror that came with learning how to behave and what to do when her da went into a Rut. But even the fear she carried with her as she ran from her home to a cousin’s when her da focused on her mum paled in comparison to the fear she learned of herself when her Snaketooth grew in.

That fear was being matched. Devin was cutting through obstacles to get to her. Why? She wasn’t completely certain. Perhaps it was her Dark Jewels, or maybe he found her Caste a threat? She would have assumed it was because of the Web she wrapped him in if he hadn’t already pointed her out. It didn’t exactly matter though, her life was still on the line with a Sapphire Jeweled Warlord Prince in a Killing Rage barreling towards her.

Her disguise was no longer necessary – he had her in his sight. She drew the hat off her head, allowing her skin to return to its familiar creaminess and her hair to lighten. She wrapped herself in several layers of Sapphire Shields, hoping she wouldn’t need them all, and drew her sword. Isla tightened her hand around the hilt as she imbued the blade with Sapphire and gathered her courage – and her rage. He had size and strength on his side; hopefully she had speed and agility.

Inhaling deep, Isla braced then pounced. She expertly weaved through crewmates attempting to flee absolute slaughter until she was within reach of Devin. “Devin O’Shea,” she said with her thick Sceltic brogue. Then she attacked. She had some talent in wielding a blade – her previous opponents and teachers were men and women who’d had decades of practice on their side. She learned to adapt, and she learned quickly. She needed just the tiniest of openings so that she could touch him and remove her Web. Isla was certain she was less likely to actually die if she could just remove her Web.

Despite the rarity of someone understanding, Isla spoke in Gaelg. “There’s not much point in pirating a ship if you kill everyone and destroy everything.” He wasn’t likely to respond to logic while riding the Killing Edge, but just about anything was worth a try.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #8 on: Sep 15, 18, 12:14:28 PM »
Rage.

Fury.

Hate.

All Devin saw was Red for those moments of startling fury. Ice covered the tip of his saber and wreathed the railings, floorboards, and mast as he cut a swath through the Dhemlanese crew. Blood flew but it was never enough - like a man cursed with unquenchable thirst, no oasis would do. The flash of steel was a wind that cut through the topdeck with hurricane strength as he poured his Sapphire into his arms and shields.

Someone called his name, but it was came to him through a distant din - like a voice above water while he was drowning in the raw and unbridled aggression that had been unleashed. Someone came at him with a blade. He parried, then tried to overpower, her blade nicked his shoulder but his shield held, power was behind the rapier. He staggered back, then roared and charged forward again, bloodlust in both the good and bad eye that glowed baleful red and assaulted the psychic barriers of all that he saw. The Landen simply died when struck by his assault, and already a small host of bodies lay, friend and foe alike.

Then suddenly something pulled something free. His head became less confused, his vision less cloudy, his eyes sharpening as someone pulled him up for air. Words, yes they were words... ..if you kill everyone and destroy everything... echoed in his ears and he brought his saber upright in a defensive position.

Everything cleared, a red-headed Sceltic Black Widow stood before him, blade in hand, ready to fight. The tip of the blade was red and he looked over and saw that blood soaked through his shirt at his shoulder. Ice hung along the arm. He felt only a tiny tremor of pain.

Huh.

"Isla Sheane." Devin said back to her, almost as if in recognition, and he smirked behind a beard that was once dark tar and now gave room for flecks of silver. "Feel free to tell your boys to surrender. There doesn't need to be any more killing today."

As if on cue, Maragaret and the lads climbed the ropes and boarded along the aft of the ship, sabers drawn and giving out a unified call of 'FIANNA!' that let out whoops from his ship that sailed alongside.

He leveled his saber toward the Black Widow, his smirk growing to a grin. "Lady's choice."

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #9 on: Sep 19, 18, 01:27:46 AM »
Her name on his lips was jarring. Isla stilled, her fingers tightening on her hilt. Just moments before he’d been a monster; a red-eyed, seething, blood-thirsty monster. A monster with no recognition of his own name. He sliced men apart with his sword while others had simply fallen where they stood. She wished she could have gotten to him sooner. She was glad she took the time she needed to shield and strengthen her blade. The fingers holding her sword defensively flexed even as she added another layer of Sapphire to her arm. She was mildly worried that her arm was damaged from the force behind Devin’s parry – it had felt as if her bones had splintered.

“You know my name.” Unasked, was how and why he knew it. Weather Witches were highly prized and compensated well for their training. It was true that her Sapphire would be considered an asset in combination with her specialty – but she only had a few years of experience. She was basically a newborn compared to the Dhemlanese Weather Witches.

She blinked slowly, and then smirked. “My boys?” She shrugged before glancing down at her sword before looking back up at Devin. “I don’t know that I’d mind just one more death today.” Sadly, her smart assed remark came moments before Margaret and her boys boarded her ship. “While it seems that you’ve your wits about you again, seems you’ve forgotten a crucial bit of information from your navy days.”

Her green gaze slowly scanned the blood-spattered Warlord Prince. She wondered if she looked hard enough if she could find bits of the honorable man reported in the documents from the Sceltic Navy pertaining to his career. A sudden sadness tried to overwhelm Isla at the thought of such a promising young man turning into the rabid beast she’d just been witness to. “I’m not the Cap. So while you get points for trying to be polite in giving me a choice,” her tone said he didn’t actually get any points. “You might want to talk to him about surrendering.” Or Devin could just take a walk off the ship and into the sea. Isla wouldn’t complain any.

A loud feminine ‘no’ followed by a hushed conversation from behind caught her attention. Probably Lupita. The Yellow Jeweled Healer had slept her way through a number of the ranking crew members, though lately she’d been warming the captain’s bed. Isla was under the impression that Lupita considered her navy career as an extended pleasure cruise as she searched for a ‘suitable’ husband. One who’d stay at sea after her enlistment was up so that she’d be free to do as she pleased in Dhemlan. So she probably didn’t approve of whatever the Captain had said.

“I’ll give you that surrender O’Shea –  you can pick us clean. We’re heading home so our stores are light, but you can take it all. I just ask that you leave the rest of the crew be. If you want more blood, take mine.”

Isla stiffened, nearly as insulted as Lupita with her muttering was. She eyed her captain as he stepped into her periphery as she covered him in a Shield. Annoyed, Isla couldn’t stop the bad tempered remark from leaving her mouth. “I’d prefer he takes Gonzalo’s blood than yours, Cap.” An angry hiss from her other side let the Widow know that the Sailing Master was close enough to hear. She didn’t particularly care that he did. As it was no longer lady’s choice, not that it ever was, all Isla could do was wait for Devin O’Shea’s response.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #10 on: Sep 25, 18, 08:14:59 PM »
Devin lowered his saber as the Captain offered his surrender, though he didn't put it away just yet. He looked over to Isla with a smirk, though he didn't deign to offer her an explanation or any sort of additional information as to the fact that he knew her name. He turned his attention to the Captain, then, though he kept Isla in his peripheral vision. His shoulder still bled but it was an annoyance more than an immediate concern.

"I'm afraid that we'll be taking more than your stores, Captain. Sad to say, but I know you're not some cargo freighter. A ship of the line is quite a prize on its own - or an even greater ransom. Don't worry, I've no designs on hurting any of your crew, but you'll all be coming with us back to port to be bought back by the Court." Devin offered a slow grin, charming if it wasn't so dastardly. "Don't worry, I've made sure we have the nice hammocks for you and your crew."

Turning to Margaret, he focused on his first mate. "Marge, you'll take half the crew with you - theirs and ours. Put the Dhemlanese enlisted in the rowboats and send 'em to shore. The officers will stay with us." He spoke the plans aloud so that the Dhemlanese crew would realize they'd be going home (albeit with a detour) should help calm any desires to try and rebel, and the Officers would lose support if they planned the same. One never knew when you'd run into some fool who wanted to play hero.

"For right now, I want everyone to throw their jewels on the deck along with their swords. Play nice and you'll get them back. Anyone who tries to give us trouble gets a slit throat for their heroics."

He gestured to the deck, where some sabers and Jewels in their fine sets already began to form a pile. Turning to look at Isla, he raised an eyebrow at her in question.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #11 on: Sep 26, 18, 12:19:01 AM »
Isla shifted the sword in her hand slightly, not enough to be truly threatening. She tested it just enough so that when paired with the considering look she gave to Devin and her sword, the Warlord Prince would recognize where her mind wondered for just a moment. The Captain may have offered his surrender, but Isla could still see the red gleam to the pirate’s eyes and her injured crewmates were still moaning behind him.

"I'm afraid that we'll be taking more than your stores, Captain.”

The Black Widow’s expression stilled, and she pinned Devin with a glacial stare. In an instant hoar frost coated her hand and the blade pointed down and to the side. To her way of thinking, pirates had very little honor; but if the monster in front of her attempted to harm another crew member, he’d get another stab and bolt of Sapphire real quick. The rest of his words took longer to penetrate the ice coating her mind. He said he had no intention of hurting more of the crew.

What was the worth of a pirate’s word?

“Any more, you mean.” Because he already hurt a number of them. Gritting her teeth, Isla called a handkerchief out of her cabinet. With very deliberate movement, she used the fabric to clean Devin’s blood off of her sword. She then vanished the fabric, figuring his blood might be useful before their association was over. Isla slid the blade home in its scabbard and removed it from her waist.

There was a flurry of movement around her. Men were removing weapons and Jewels and putting them in the indicated piles. The Captain continued to talk to Devin, give orders to his men, reassuring them. But Isla couldn’t hear anything over the white noise in her ears; was having trouble processing anything besides Devin’s grin and raised eyebrow.

And how much she wanted to plow her fist into that face.

She studied the sword in her hand, glanced at the pile of weapons, then to Devin. She offered it to him. He had focused on her. Knew her by name. She was going to hold him responsible for the things he was confiscating. After he accepted her sword, her fingers wrapped around her Hourglass Pendant. At no point in the previous seven years had her Sapphire been out of her possession. After a long moment and a deep breath, Isla removed the necklace. With trembling hands, Isla removed her Blood Opal ring and then, once again, offered them to Devin O’ Shea.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #12 on: Sep 26, 18, 01:51:34 PM »
Devin ignored Isla's poking comment - Black Widows were prickly and prone to stating their opinions no matter the timing. He did note, however, that she conjured forth a handkerchief to wipe her blade clean and vanished it afterward. He said nothing in the moment and focused instead on the weapons and Jewels that were being surrendered into a pile. While Margaret went and collected them and started sorting them, the men began to segregate officers and enlisted. The frost on her blade was an indicator she was losing her temper, so he kept his blade at the ready just in case. She offered her sword to him, hilt first and he gently picked it up and vanished it. The pendant and ring he accepted as well, vanishing them into his cabinet.

"And the bloody handkerchief." He said, his hand outstretched to her with a smile. "Clever, but I've known a spiteful Black Widow or two in my time, and I don't want to take any chances."

Once she surrendered that as well, he nodded to his Second. "The ship is yours Marge. I'll catch up with you in a couple weeks and we'll arrange for its return or sale if the Navy doesn't pay." Turning to Isla, he tilted his head back to The Fianna. "Lady Sheane, if you'd please accompany me." He left behind the Captain, his woman, and the Shipmaster, as well as the other officers as he came to one of the planks that lead them back toward his ship. Gesturing for her to lead with his saber, he kept his small little smirk. "After you."

As he followed after her, looking over her now in a more languished and calm way he did take particular attention to her form and the way she carried herself. Attractive, athletic, angry, the red hair that was the mark of his homeland. "My family served the Sheane Clan, before they were outlawed. Lost a few of my family at Sheane Keep when Lady Killian dropped a Witchstorm there. I've heard a lot of Sheanes served in the navy - I suppose the Dhemlanese were more welcoming to a Black Widow than your Clan." We Shine, Not Burn had been the Sheane words - words that reflected an ancient history of burning Black Widows at the stake. Devin had once held a fear of the Caste that was indicative of that part of Scelt, but recent years had changed that fear into merely caution and an appreciation of the Caste; The danger and the potential as well.

As they got aboard the main deck she'd see a smattering of peoples. Dhemlanese, Sceltic, Dharoan, Little Terrellian, even some Glacians aboard his ship. He made his way to the center of the deck and a stool got pulled up for him. The ship doctor, an older craggyfaced woman with a sneer on her face approached, barking out a condemnation at him. "You damn fool idiot. You didn't even bother to triage the wound? Just because you need a shower doesn't mean you can take a blood bath."

"Just a little hole, Mum. Nothing to be worried about." Mum was the crew's nickname for the Doctor, a Glacian woman with a hard face and mean blue eyes that scowled at him as he settled onto the stool. She opened up his shirt and peeled it back, revealing hard muscle, scars, and the bloody hole where Isla's rapier had pierced. Blood washed over his arm and chest, and the Healer scowled and cursed as she gathered a bucket of clean water and began cleaning the wound and scrubbing him off.

Unbothered, Devin looked up at Isla as Mum worked to make sure he didn't die to infection. "I looked you up. Did my research. I am looking for a new Weather Witch. You've gotten some rank fast and your Jewels are some of the strongest in the whole damn ocean. So, let's have a talk." He gestured forward and one of the crew kicked over another stool which Devin stopped with his foot and settled to where his hand motioned.

Mum grumbled about 'thickheaded foolishness' and made Devin wince as she wiped at the wound with a clean cloth, but he settled the wince into a smirk. "You probably don't have a lot of love for the Dhemlanese. There's other Scelts on this boat, even another Sheane. What would you be looking for to join my crew?"

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #13 on: Sep 26, 18, 03:54:45 PM »
Isla had very pointedly cleaned her sword in front of Devin. So she wasn’t surprised that he noticed that she vanished it. She just figured that he’d assume she was being deliberately slow and stalling. Asking for the handkerchief back meant that he knew she likely had some nebulous and nefarious plans for the use of his blood. She studied him for a moment or two, before rolling her eyes and calling in the fabric. “I’m certainly not surprised by that.” She pointedly looked around at the destruction around her as she held out the fabric.

She wished she could light the damn thing on fire before he plucked it out of her hand.

Devin left her ship in Marge’s hands and, studying the blonde woman, Isla had an uncomfortable craving to tilt the woman’s face in different directions to see if she really was as physically flawless as she appeared. Isla snapped back into focus at her name and shifted her head to peer at her pirate captor. Confusion coated her features as she looked between The Fianna, Devin, and her ship’s officers.

Fear skittered up her spine, though she smothered it and her uncertainty, coating herself in anger. Anger at Gonzalo for his arrogant idiocy putting them in this mess, anger at the situation, anger at herself for driving Devin O’Shea insane enough to murder her crewmates. Angry enough that her hand actually itched to slap the little smirk off his face. She turned her back to him as she began her trek across the plank so he couldn’t see her expression as she mocked his attempt at politeness.

She nodded though, aware of the connection between O’Sheas and Sheanes. Isla twisted suddenly at the mention of Lady Killian’s Witchstorm, so suddenly she lost her footing and nearly lost her balance. Pure unadulterated yearning swam through her system. She hadn’t been back to Scelt since her Snaketooth grew in. She and her mother hadn’t been able to get any reliable information on her da.

Her eyes jumped around his face, wanting to ask, unable to ask. She tightened her hands into fists, not caring at her nails dug bloody little furrows in her palms. She turned back towards the enemy ship and quickly crossed the plank as she responded in Gaelg. Hoping the shift in language would hide the catch in her throat. “My Clan never learned of my Caste.” She’d noted he seemed more at ease with her and her Caste than she expected a Sceltsman to be. She wondered at it, but idly.

She was too busy absorbing the activity on the pirate ship. The hodgepodge of people on the ship shouldn’t have been a surprise. But hearing the different accents as men and women went about their business actually provided a small shock. Figuring the pirates would be just as nosy and gossipy as her own crew; Isla held her chin up and strolled along the deck as if she were a Queen rather than, well, a captive.

The Healer amused Isla, actually set her at ease. Her own mum was more of the nurturing sort, though she’s known her share of snappy Healers. “If you want a bigger hole, I can provide you with one. Just need to give me back my sword.” Oddly enough, it wasn’t a true threat. The tone of her voice was just a little too teasing for that.

She listened to Devin, measured him. She closed her eyes for a moment, needing that second to settle herself when she realized her ship had been targeted because of her. When she opened her eyes, she focused on Mum’s hands and ignored the stool.

“I had a better life among the Dhemlanese than I would have had with my Clan.” It hurt to admit that. To know down to her bones, that her life would have been a misery in the place that had made her the happiest. She spent as many years among the Long-Lived in Dhemlan as she had with her own people in Scelt. She shook her head. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. All she had ever wanted was to be good. To belong. And she’d just been offered a position on a pirate ship. As a pirate.

What would it take to join his crew? “For you not to be a pirate? To not be a part of something that murders and pillages and plunders.” Isla sat down on the stool and studied the man before him, considered the information she had of his days in the Sceltic navy. She jumped up and started pacing. She stopped and turned to Devin. "Tell me what happened. Tell me why you turned your back on Scelt and took up pirating."

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #14 on: Sep 26, 18, 06:56:02 PM »
Devin lifted a dark eyebrow up at Isla as she suggested that all his crew did were victimize others. "I think you're taking a very glamorized view of the navy and a demonized view of pirates. I'm a sailor just as much as you are, Isla. While I can't attest much for the Sheanes, I can tell you that a Pirate crew isn't much different from a Navy Crew. At least, a Sceltic Navy." Shrugging slightly, which caused him to wince and Mum to slap him upside the head with a 'Hold Still, dumbass' that caused his wince to shift to a growl, he shook his head and returned his focus to Isla.

"Nu-uh. This isn't about me. This is about you. What made me turn Pirate wouldn't really convince you to do the same, so let me give you some basics as to why it's worth it for you to make the jump:" He lifted up his hand and drew up one finger at a time to make his point.

"One, you're not Dhemlanese. You're always going to be the Short-Lived, Less-Intelligent, Less-Wise, Treated-Badly Scary Girl on your boat. Whatever acceptance you get from the Long Lived is more for a pet than a person. The same's not said on my ship. As you can see, we got a little bit of everything here. We're practically Goth on a boat.

Two, because you're a Scelt, you'll never get your own commission, never get your own boat. Scelts don't like Black Widows on their ships so you'll never get one there either. Your career is either capped out as a Weather Witch or on Land. You're never going to get the big prize money, never going to be more than what you are now.

Three, being a Pirate isn't about crime, it's about freedom. We don't 'Sir' or 'Lord' or 'Lady' here, we're all first name basis. We all live and eat and sleep on the same boat. We all shed the same blood. There's a chain of command but it's based on trust. Every person who's got a position on a ship is there because they earn it and people trust them to do it. All of these people here follow me because they trust me."
He looked up at Mum then, then back to Isla. "Or, at least, trust me to act a certain way."

Mum let out a half-laugh, more at his expense than in agreement.

"Look. I would rather have a Sceltic Black Widow than a Dhemlanese. I've got a big adventure coming up, one that I need a competent Weather Witch for. You come on board the Fianna and you'll get an equal cut of treasure - that's a lot more than you'd get in the Navy.

There's fighting involved sometimes and sometimes there's killing. But really, look back at your time in the Navy and think on it good and hard. You think that the Dhemlanese don't act like pirates sometimes with their taxes and their fees? Is your saber really that clean compared to mine?"

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #15 on: Sep 26, 18, 07:54:44 PM »
Isla returned Devin’s raised eyebrow. She blinked a few times before pointedly looking at him, and then at her ship. She wasn’t glamorizing navy life; she understood and accepted the cons of life at sea. But she wasn’t the one that targeted another vessel, covered it with pitch and tar, set it aflame, and then cut down a bunch of men. That wasn’t guarding shipping vessels or keeping the shipping lanes free. “Are you going to tell me that you did not just plunder a ship and kill men? I can tell you I have yet to do the same.”

Mum smacked her captain upside the head and Isla wisely stifled her chuckle. That specific combination of action and tone felt so familiar. But Devin continued and Isla just wanted to scoff. He had a promising career in the Sceltic Navy. Had been awarded captaincy at twenty-five. And for some unknown, unlisted reason decided to switch sides. And he was asking her to do the same.

His first reason stung. It was true that she had always been considered less because of her lifespan, despite her excellent work. She had just started becoming better liked onboard, but there had always been a patronizing undertone to the acceptance. It rankled.

His second reason didn’t concern her. She didn’t want to have her own boat. Didn’t want to Captain. Her dream had always been to become a Weather Witch, and she already attained that. Money wasn’t much of a motivator for the Black Widow either. As long as she had enough to get by, she was happy, not that she didn’t happily accept raises.

His third reason touched on what she wanted. She ached for the camaraderie and companionship she’d had in her Clan. She missed the love and the bond that developed within family. Isla shook her head and crossed her arms, hugging herself tightly. She looked out at the ocean and sighed slightly as she began to gently rub her aching sword arm. “First off, discounting anything you’ve done before today, I can say with absolute certainty that my saber is cleaner than yours.” She’d always been very good about avoiding conflict when possible or diminishing it couldn’t be helped.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, Isla once more sat in the stool. Softly, in Gaelg, she pressed. “Your third reason is about trust as much as it is about what you consider freedom. What I know about you was what I studied from your navy file and what I’ve seen today. You’re asking me to give up the freedom of seeing my mum, who gave up her soul mate to protect me, and become a criminal. You had the start of a very good career, as I have the start of a very good career. You didn’t have to worry about being a Black Widow stunting your career, and I don’t especially care to ever have the title of captain.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “How do I trust a man I don’t understand? It feels like you gave up everything to become wanted by everybody.” And what would happen to her if she turned him down?

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #16 on: Oct 05, 18, 01:40:11 PM »
Devin slowly shook his head, letting out a sigh that was either exasperation from her or from his ship doctor doing her work. "Naw. I was saying that I did the same in the Navy. If you're going to tell me that you've never killed a man? Well. Heh, that surprises me." He obviously didn't seem to believe her. She'd seemed willing enough to pull out some serious Craft that had made the whole thing bloodier than it'd needed to be.

"I think you're misunderstanding the situation, Isla." The pirate captain shook his head. "I don't need you to trust me. I don't even need you to like me. Those things are just bonuses - but I'm giving you a choice."

He leaned forward, which caused Mum to scowl and mutter beneath her breath to adjust her positioning to fix his found. Devin laid his hands on his knees while he affected the Black Widow with a straight forward stare. "You can join the Fianna as its new Weather Witch. You'll get a cut of the treasure and same rights as anyone else here as a full member of the crew. In time, if you show me you're worthy of my trust, I'll answer your questions about me.

But if you don't join - you're not worth any money to me. You're not worth the danger you represent. So your choice is a pretty simple one. Join up, or take a swim."
He jutted his head toward the side of the Fianna, the ocean surrounding them on all sides with no sign of land. It was practically a death sentence.

"Not as nice when I put it that way, of course." He smiled when he turned to look back at her. "But I'm getting the sense you prefer honest over nice."

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #17 on: Jan 25, 19, 12:33:55 AM »
Was there even a choice to make? Feeling trapped and ready to burst out of her skin, Isla jumped to her feet, yet again, to turn away from Devin O’Shea and his ultimatum. She crossed her arms and winced at that slight pressure against her left arm. She pushed up her sleeve and fully expected to see a bruise forming the length of her arm. The pristine cream-colored skin seemed to mock her. Hissing between her teeth, Isla squeezed her arm from wrist to shoulder to test for any obvious internal damage.

She was fine, she knew she was fine. She just didn’t want to admit that the Pirate Captain Bastard packed a punch. The Black Widow also needed to give herself a minute to think, to consider, to calculate. Not that there was any way to get out of joining his crew or going for one last swim.

Frustrated, Isla combed her fingers through her hair and stared out at the ocean. She wished it was night so that she’d at least have the solace of looking at the stars. Ignoring Devin, and likely his fraying patience, Isla studied his crew. At least, the half of his crew that was still on the Fianna. She watched the camaraderie – the ease in which the people interacted with each other.

She turned towards her ship and stifled a sigh. The Dhemlanese crew had heard Devin O’Shea call her out by name. She was sure they were all aware that she’d been singled out and brought aboard the pirate ship. Isla wondered how many of them were wondering if she had something to do with the attack.

It wasn’t easy to walk the few steps back to Devin. It definitely wasn’t easy to face the man who gave her such an impossible choice. Her hands fisted at her sides and she took a deep breath before giving him his answer with complete and utter calm. "I don’t trust you. I don’t know if I ever will. So heed me when I say this. If you try to force me to go for a little swim, when whatever job you have lined up is done, you will have one nasty fight on your hands."

Isla Sheane would not be an easy lamb to slaughter.

The Black Widow collapsed onto the stool once again – a perfect image of indolent laziness as she studied the man in front of her. "And you’ll help me get a package to my mum." After today Isla would not have the freedom of visiting her mum whenever she was in port. So she’d send a letter of love and gratitude and a purse of marks so that her mum could relocate wherever she wanted. Even Scelt since she wouldn’t have to worry about her Black Widow daughter.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #18 on: Apr 30, 19, 07:38:33 PM »
"Kill you in your sleep, got it." The Captain of the Fianna said with an easy grin in retort to her threat. He leaned forward to rest on his knees with both elbows, his fingers moving smoothly palm to palm. "Just kidding." He extended a hand to her then, solid and offering his trust to the Black Widow for a handshake.

"One package to your mum, and a fair cut of all treasure, all for your service and well.. loyalty." He grinned down his arm toward her, seeming to have some fun at her expense in this moment. "But I'll give what I get, Lady Sheane."

If she was inclined to accept his handshake, he gave a gentle squeeze of her fingertips with his own. By now the ship surgeon was done, albeit grump about it, and discharged him as he rose to his feet. "I'll get you seen to your room. You get your own, seeing as you're the Weather Witch, try to keep it clean and without too much noise - the poor lads get rowdy around a beautiful woman." Not that she was the only woman on the ship (the doc and Margaret had shown that much to be true), but there was definitely little in the form of competition for the looks department of the staff.

He gestured with an arm up the deck toward where there were three sets of stairs - two that lead above and one that led below. "Your room's near the back of the boat, by the hold below decks. You get some privacy, which is more than most, and I'll see what's yours gets brought aboard. If you need to see the Doc for something, she's at the front of the boat."

He gave her a quick tour, she'd find her room was small but at least private, the room appropriated with sheets, linens, and blankets fit for a Dhemlanese woman. There was a psychic scent of Black Widow here, but more than that she'd had to suss out herself. What small dressers and cabinets that were present were small but more than enough for most people at sea, and she had a window out the back of the boat to see the skyline, the sea, and the sun.

"How about you get settled here for now, and we'll talk later tonight once I get everything settled. Make yourself at home." He nodded to the bed as he was moving the close the door behind. He paused there, then turned at the door to grin. "Behave yourself through dinner, and you'll get your jewels back." He winked, then turned and departed, closing the door behind.

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Re: Got a date with destiny
« Reply #19 on: May 12, 19, 02:56:46 AM »
Was he joking when he said he’d just kill her in her sleep with that good ol' boy grin on his face? Isla would be the first to admit that she didn’t know the man well enough to judge his moods or tones. She did just meet the man a whole ten minutes prior after all. Despite his rather quick quip of ‘just kidding,’ Isla found it difficult to rein in her skepticism. He just cut a swath of devastating destruction while his eyes glowed with a definite red hue. Devin was clearly a very dangerous man.

Still, she accepted his handshake. She relaxed slightly at his agreement to her terms. Since she would no longer tie her mother to Dhemlan, it was possible that her mum could reconnect with her da. The thought warmed the Black Widow more than she figured it would. After he let go of her hand she nodded. “Do you have preference for what I call you? Captain? Prince O’Shea?” He said the crew was on a first name basis, that they didn’t use titles. But she wasn’t going to take the chance of insulting him when he had her Jewels stashed away in his cabinet.

Thank the Darkness she was getting her own room. Privacy could be hard to come by while on a ship – personal quarters helped tremendously. There were things that, as a Black Widow, she had to do. She didn’t need an audience for them. Like dealing with her snaketooth.

While she couldn’t connect the dots on how being a pretty female making noise would make the male crewmates rowdier, she nodded. Isla won’t need to figure out that odd little tidbit as she was already in the habit of imbedding her space with aural shields. “I have all my things.” She’d had that inkling earlier that had her vanishing her possessions.

During the short tour Isla asked a few questions pertinent to getting her bearings aboard the Fianna but was otherwise quiet. She was having trouble dealing with her turbulent emotions as she was an odd mix of annoyed, confused, and angry. Isla was certain that if she attempted a livelier conversation she’d end up verbally poking him one time too many. Devin was the source of her emotional state, after all. Him and Gonzalo.

Isla hesitated just inside her new room. The undeniable scent of Black Widow meant that it belonged to at least one of her Caste previously. She looked around the room before glancing at Devin as she mentally rewound their conversations. He never did tell her why he needed a new Weather Witch, did he? She was pretty damn positive that asking her new Captain what happened to her would not qualify as “behaving.”

“Thank you.” ‘I think,’ she added to herself. The door snapped shut behind Devin, leaving her alone, Isla kicked the door bad-temperedly. She snarled at the door before breathing in sharply and exhaling slowly. She turned around and leaned against the door while she examined the space and furnishings. She was too smart to start rifling through the storage pieces before checking them out thoroughly for left over security webs. And she’d need to wait until she had her Jewels back for that.

The bed linens looked fresh, though. It should be safe enough, especially since she had enough power to check the bed for nasty traps. After determining the bed was free of any webs, Isla kicked off her boots and sat on it so she could begin to pen the letter she’d send to her mum.

 

 

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