Introduction
All Land in the world is connected by the endless oceans and the vast seas. Rivers run like veins through the earth only serving to bind the these bodies of water together.
We all know the stories of the War of Tears.
The lingering pain of the wounds left from a time of strife.
A war brought to a close by the endless tears of angels and gods.
Drowning out the ways of old.
In humanities insatiable appetite to destroy, a war was fought. No one can recall the names of the Sides that waged this terrible war but we remember that they each crafted new and vile weapons to carry out their will. Weapons that leveled mountains, dried up the seas and could even split the heavens. A city could exist one moments and without any notice or warning it would vanish. Life crumbled away with each passing day. The fighting continued for years with no sign of stopping or even slowing.
With neither side giving way to the other, and the earth seeming to be lost in the conflict. A few prayed for the fighting to end, for all the suffering to finally stop. These few pure of heart who wished above all else that peace would finally be realized and no more blood would be shed on such a pointless war. The first Tear fell. Rain began to fall and slowly covered the sky, for days it poured and only increased in volume with the ticking of the clock. Yet the war continued and so the second Tear fell, and the winds blew tearing trees from the ground and toppling the monuments of human pride. Yet still the war raged and thus the final Tear fell and the ground split opened and swallowed man. And from the broken remains of the great opening that had spread across the world came the first of many blessings. Slowly the world reshaped it self as the water rose and drowned the wicked. New masses of land formed, crafting large Islands yet nothing so large as a continent of old. Magic poured from the new oceans and altered the world. New and strange creatures were born into the world. Some small and fragile others large and terrifying.
New beings with human level intelligence began to rise and flourish in this alien world. These creatures resembled things out of fairy tales. Elves, dragons, Cat like people and various others including Mermaids. Along side these being came the ability to manipulate life energy for a variety of things, which people grew to call magic. Magic quickly became intertwined with everyday life and made rebuilding some idea of a civilization much easier. Even though magic was incredibly common among all the races it use was limited but flexible one could create small yet destructive balls of fire, help make crops grow faster and even help predict the future. Yet there was one ability that was considered unbelievably rare to where most thought it was just a myth. This ability was called Oceanum Dominus (Ocean Master) this power gave one the control over any body of water and could change the flow of the winds and currents. And seeing how most of the world was now claimed by the ocean this ability would be enough to make anyone a god.
Several hundred years have gone by since the war now dubbed the War of Tears. Technology has been widely forgotten in the place of magic and it is discouraged to delve into such studies in fear another War of Tears might happen. Once many of the Islands stabilized and towns and cities were formed trade began with each other. Great ships haul supplies back and forth between the islands, however the ocean is a vast and dangerous place with sea monsters that would like nothing more than to devour these ships, but the worst are pirates. In this new age void of war between nations a old conflict was reborn. To combat these old threats to peace A group was formed known as the The Neptune Federation. This Federation is formed by most of the larger Islands and dominate the trade routes with overwhelming force and let the smaller Islands to fend for themselves.
Seeing how The Neptune Federation miss uses the power they have gained over the years, A lone pirate ship stand against them in a quest of understanding. The pirate ship The Broken Trident who's captain is the infamous pirate Galeon Strikes.
For three years Galeon has been a thorn in the side of the Federation. From disrupting trade routes to raiding patrol ships. With in this three year span he has become the most wanted man.
But a Captain is only as good as his crew so who will join in his fight against the federation.
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As the flames enveloped him, his eyes tore open. A sigh of relief left his lungs as he found himself in his quarters. It took him a moment realize he had fallen asleep at his desk. He had spent most of the night looking over maps they have taken from there last raid that outlined the new trade routes being used by the Neptune Federation along with a few patrol routes. A burnt out candle sat on the corner of his desk, some wax had made its way onto his desk and hardened at some point.
Slowly pushing himself from his table still slightly a sleep. He reached for his cutlasses that hung along with his belt off the wall and strapped them around his waste before exiting his room. His first step outside the room came with a loud squeak of the floor boards alerting many of the crew to his exodus from his quarters. "Should really get that fixed..."
Once on deck he took a moment to breath in the salty morning air, a sensation he feels will never get old. The sun was particularity warm today and the ocean was quiet. Normally he would say it was going to be a calm day but he knew better than to jinx fate.
'Careful they are hunting you.' The all too familiar voice in the back of his head rang. But he of course new very well than to ignore that warning. Quickly he scanned the horizon while moving around the edge of The Broken Trident. "Where is it?" he muttered under his breath. And like an answer from the gods there it was...or better yet there they were.
Two patrol ships belonging to the Federation. Small fry compared to The Broken Trident which was a well tested battle ship that Galeon had 'borrowed' from the Neptune Federation. A rare smile tugged at the side of his face. "All hands on deck! We got two fresh patrol ships to raid on the port side!" Quickly Galeon made his up to helm. "Nimethel any visions of note for these guys?"
A shout from above confirmed her fears. Galeon had just woken up recently, it seemed, and had gone up to the deck and spotted two ships. Had their lookout been asleep on the job?! The catgirl hurriedly tidied away her quill and inkwell before scrambling up to the deck, just in time to hear him ask her if she'd had any visions involving the two ships. She answered with a negative before coming up to the helm herself.
"Galeon, do we really have to do this?" she asked him, taking a moment to survey the two ships from afar with her keen eyes. "They're still some distance away and haven't spotted us yet. If we stay our course we can still slip by them. Fighting will only draw attention to ourselves, and that's the last thing we need right now." Again she glanced in the direction of the Federation ships, as if to double-check that The Broken Trident hadn't been sighted just yet.
Tired... upset... sick... lazy...
Merely a few words to describe the beginning of Sherbet's day. However, this may not become as a shock to those who have been around him long enough. He is never himself until he has his daily coffee, served with extra creamer and 2 packs of sugar. No more, no less. If you'd like, you can relate it to a Snickers thing, if it'll help you remember it better. Although these help ease his aggression, his piercing eyes still judge you mentally like an animal choosing its prey. He'll either move on... or make you his next target. To what extent? Oh, surely not murdering... but once the moment comes, you'd best watch yourself.
The blondette flickered his eyes open at the sound of a floorboard, only for them to lay apon a wooden ceiling. He took a moment to take it all in. Was he really awake? Was this not apart of a dream? The young man was soon to be disappointed, for it was reality once more. If that stupid creaking floorboard would be fixed, maybe he wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night when the captain is about. No matter... once more materials are brought aboard, that'll be his first priority.
Sherbet sat up and cracked his neck, grunting as he tossed the sheets off his legs. No sooner than that, the Captain announced for 'All hands on deck!'
What a bother. Just one night, he'd love to sleep in. A life on the sea was surely the way for him, but he certainly needed to sacrifice a lot as well. Maybe he would not be so cranky if he could get a full night's sleep, instead of the captain being a random alarm clock.
The blondette threw on a cream-colored T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. With that, he was on his way out, brushing his hair with his fingers.
The young woman rested in her hammock, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she lazily rocked herself by pushing off with her dangling foot. This night was not much of a restful night, though others may disagree with her. What was wrong with it? To be perfectly honest, nothing! It was quiet, the starts shown brightly, the song of the sea was a mere whisper, and the boat was not creaking every 6 seconds. Such a perfect night, yet it was spent tossing and turning. Why? Well, Scerina felt as something was wrong... she could feel it in her bones!
The blondette got onto her feet, rummaging through her clothing drawer as she mumbled to herself. "Did I leave my uniform here... is it washing...?'' Scerina questioned herself with a raised eyebrow. Her question was soon answered when she finally relieved her steampunk-styled dress. It had a stain from dinner last night, but never worry~ nothing a small scrub won't fix. With that in mind, she slipped it over her head, and then grabbed for her boots.
Suddenly, a voice rang loud and clear through the ship.
'All hands on deck!'
Frantically, Scerina slipped on her boots and bolted out of her roomdoor, not even bothering to tie or buckle them yet. Not the smartest idea at all, but she wanted to know what was up, and she wanted to know now.
He started the stove in preparation, but the call for all hands on deck made him scowl. With a curse, he put out the fire and grabbed a fry pan and a knife. Fel cursed again when he stumbled over the sack of potatoes. "... by my father's nine lives and the Goddess's broken claws!" he growled.
Regardless, he ran to deck. There, he saw the Captain, Nimethel, and the dog, Batters. Who was currently green, for some odd reason. "What is..." he trailed off when he noticed the Federation ships. "Oh. We're raidin' them?" He shrugged, a bit unconcerned. "But good mornin' to you too, captain. And hello, Nimethel." Fel grinned. "You look beautiful, as usual."
He glanced back and noticed that Scerina and Sherbert had also arrived. "Why, if it isn't the lovely Scerina!" Fel winked at Sherbert. "Don't worry, dear. I got your coffee in the kitchen. Though you'll have to wait. Looks like we got bigger things to worry about."
Scerina emerged from the lower quarters, only to be met with the sight of the sea. She scanned the horizon. It was so... calm? To be honest, she was expecting something more... violent. Perhaps cannons constantly firing off their ammo, or blood splattered across the deck like a spilled bag of beans. Though it was not something she WANTED to see necessarily, it was better than just calm waters. (In the case of an emergency, of course)
She locked her arms behind her back and slowly approached the captain, awaiting his orders. Of course, she kept her distance from him, for he was chatting with Nimenthel. No matter, one of her favorite people among the crew had greeted all of them with a cheery attitude, to which she replied with a honey-glow in her cheeks.
"Glad to see you well, Fel. My, my, what a good start to a day, hm?" She asked with a soft smirk. The blondette dug into the pocket of her dress, and tossed a gold coin to Fel. "Mmm, an extra gold piece for a second serving of breakfast when we all settle down~?" She asked. This was a normal thing that Scerina would do. Being the food lover she was, she'd bribe him into making her extra. Now, he should know by now, if he tried to be courteous and did it for no payment, she'd start to get upset. It's best to just take it, or tell her 'no'. Either one worked, she wouldn't throw a fit. She's not THAT childish.
Sherbet caught his sister by the shoulder before she bolted out of the exit, glaring down at her. "It's good to be risky, but not in the situation almost shouting 'sudden death'... slow down." He lectured her, then pushed her along. Goodness, it was strange that she could act so childish at this age, while he on the other hand, has been keeping a watchful, careful eye out. He didn't trust the crew yet, and it has gotten to the point where he was almost paranoid.
As the siblings emerged to the deck, he narrowed his eyes. Ah... he could spot two boats in the distance. Sherbet reached down to the buckle of his jeans, searching for his weapon. He knew he would need it in a few moments here.
However, before he could do so, he was suddenly greeted by the cook. While his sister greeted him with the same ammount of enthusiasm, he rolled his eyes at her actions. She always wasted her money just for an extra piece of toast, or a second helping. Although harmless, it somehow... bothered him. More than it really should.
As Fel assured him about his coffee, his eyes narrowed. "... Humph, better late than never..." He snapped in a low mumble. Of course, he recieved a shove from his sister, to which he glared at in reply. Scerina backed off after that.
Jezebel stared blankly at the eight-legged abomination that had somehow managed to descend into her latest concoction of what was supposedly herbal tea. Supposedly being the keyword in every one of Jezebel's creations. It certainly didn't look like tea, unless a jello substance was a synonym for that. Not that it mattered much now, seeing how Charlotte here had ruined whatever purpose it served. Poor thing didn't stand a chance the second it baptised itself in the grey-ish drab that boiled under a mild fire, and soon the spider had amalgamated with the latest alchemical brew as the surprise ingredient, like peppers in an otherwise sweet dish.
Jezebel chastised the now molten spider with a piercing, not-so-stern glare at the marble cup that had swallowed it whole.
The ship doctor dimmed the flame, letting the dubious tea simmer down before gently grasping it with both hands and making her way to the deck. If memory had served her well, she had heard another one of Gale's morning-breath belches that, with the way the ship's layout worked, mysteriously morphed into a whisper as it reached the womans's ears. Or maybe that was Jezebel's tendency to block out anything that was equal to- or louder than an orchestra of loincloth barbarians displaying the art of warcry.
With a sauntering pace she arrived at her destination, careful not to spill her tea as she sampled it, and conjoined with the other crew members without so much as a peep or a hello, and instead took to deducing what might have gotten her dear captain, and some others, so ecstatic.
Unfortunately, it was the exact thing that Jezebel was afraid of. Galeon had spotted Navy ships, and was about to persuade his entourage that confronting these big fishes was a, quote on quote, good idea. Naturally, she objected to such ridicule. Drawing attention would be most inefficient. You'd think a capable captain would be aware of infamy and the troubles that come with it. Of course, Gale was an obvious exception to that rule, an exception that Jezebel couldn't quite comprehend.
But the captain would most definitely have it his way. No spider in the world could mess up that kind of brewery.
When Nimethel voiced her concerns she addressed them before Galeon would get the chance to speak, "They're onto us anyways; That might even be why these particular ships are here. However, I do agree that the cost of engaging them might outweigh the gain we could get, if only in the lives we could potentially lose." the small woman says, addressing the captain with the second sentence, "They're just patrol ships, there's no guarantee that they'll bother us if we don't bother them and we've not got all that much to gain from fighting them."
She hated going counter to the Captain. She looked up to him more than she could really put to words for what he'd achieved but it was her job as the First Mate to let her opinion on his actions be known, so that he could better keep on the top of his game. When Jezebel came to the group of them she gave her a little nod, being someone whose opinion normally matched up with Dymon's fairly well.
He knew very well he had been pushing them a little too hard over the past couple of weeks. Maybe going a bit easy on them would do them some good. "Dymon, Nimethel. Get us to the nearest port so we can resupply." His First mate and Navigator, the two people he trust with out question if they both felt strongly about dodging this potential battle he might as well listen.
Now he could at least address the rest of the crew to seem a bit more like a captain. "Wilcersons, the floorboard near my quarters are feeling a bit loose." It wasn't a major problem that needed to be looked to right away but if the board broke as he walked over it one day that could end very poorly.
Finally noticing that there was a slight rumble in the pit of his stomach he realized he hadn't eaten yet. "Mister Waters could you bring me something to eat would you." Now with food and the floor board in orders to be taken care of he felt more pressing thoughts should be taken into account. And to make the most sense out these thoughts it would be best to get the more studied of the crew together. "Miss Leblanc, Mister Sherbet and Nimethel once the course has been set meet me in my quarters to we can go over a few things about what we will do once we have resupplied. Dymon your in charge." And with no further orders to give out he diced to return to his cabin.
Inside his cabin, the closet thing to a home he had ever known. It was filled with maps and books from the islands he had visited. A grotesque sea monsters head mounted above his desk. He remembered fondly the battle with that creature. his bed was little more than a mat rolled out with some sheets thrown onto it. Comfort wasn't his biggest concern when it came to himself. Yet he did hope the crew itself was comfortable. On his desk sat a journal , well journals, each with a record of his dreams. Those wretched dreams that have haunted him for years. Dreams of death and destruction most could not even fathom, but even with all the pain and anger there were times when the dreams would show him the kindness of others, those who would bane together and fight against the evil that threatened them. "Is that what I'm trying to do fight against the evil that is coming? Is that why I have these dreams to inspire me or warn me?" Taking a set at his desk he began to write once again the dreams of his sleep.
The captain's shouting from earlier had roused the entire crew from whatever they had been doing previously, and now they were all assembled on the deck for the convenience of being given orders. Nim clearly heard a remark from a certain flirtatious half-breed, flashing a smile in his direction. She would have retorted as per usual, but right now there were more pressing matters to attend to.
Taking the helm, Nimethel held it steady while checking the position of the sun in the sky and which way the wind was blowing, adjusting the helm accordingly so that they could slip by the patrol ships. Then, taking some rope, she lashed the helm in place so that she wouldn't have to be holding it constantly until they reached the nearest island. With the course set she followed Galeon to his quarters, choosing to wait outside the door until he called her in.
The blondette kept his mouth shut, however, he had 100 words captivated in his mind. 'Fix the damn floorboard, now you tell me...' He thought as his eyes narrowed apon the captain. However, he did not want to cause a scene. He was extremely outnumbered, and needed this job. He would not dare to ruin it for his sister either.
With that, he made his way towards the captain's study, grumbling as he left his sister behind. It was a one-man job, and he preferred to have breakfast when everyone was on duty, not together.
She leaned her chin on her palm, bored.
Extra fish for Nimethel, extra chili for Sherbet and for the captain... well, he hadn't figured out the captain's favorite foods yet. But mark his words, he would one day! So for the captain, he kept normal portions. He wasn't exactly sure about Jezebel's favorites, either, but he had a suspicion that she liked lots of herbs in her food. Just in case, he made sure to put some more on the side.
He'd have to prepare Dymon's and Scerina's food later. The captain came first, after all. On second thought, he prepared the other two's food regardless. Knowing Scerina, she'd probably come into the kitchen anyway. (Extra oatmeal, extra chili, extra... everything, for Scerina. He didn't know about Dymon's tastes, so he kept those normal, too. Hmph. Why couldn't they just tell him instead of being mysterious?)
After adding the drinks (coffee for Sherbert, milk for Nimethel, and juice for the other two), Fel balanced the different plates and headed to the captain's cabin. After dodging a loose floorboard, he arrived in front of the quarters. There, he saw Sherbet and Nimethel waiting.
"Sherbet!" he said, grinning. "If it isn't my favorite frozen dessert!" With a flourish, he handed the plates to the blond.
"And the perfect Nimethel," Fel greeted warmly. "Freshly cooked fish, just the way you like it." He glanced at the closed door. "The captain's still busy?"
The map on the left showed the series of Islands in which they were currently sailing between. Blue line connected some of the islands which showed the current trade routes used by the federation. And the map on the right showed the same Islands but with a red lines connecting different locations. This was of course the current patrol routes of the federation. Yet there were markings on this map he didn't recognize. There was a red dot on one of the islands that was not on the other map and did not match up with any of the naval bases and if memory served him correctly he remembered that island to be home to dragons. "Why would they be there?"
Hearing people outside his door he realized he had been in there much longer than he had intended. "Nimethel, come in, And if that is Mister Waters I hear, he may enter as well."
When Fel arrived, her face immediately brightened up, followed by desperately trying to suppress her mirth when he playfully referred to the bosun as a frozen dessert. When she recovered from the giggle fit she gratefully took her plate from the ship's cook. "Why thank you, my good sir," she said, returning the grin. "Yes, I think he's still busy, but he should be out in -" Just then, the man himself called from within his room, letting Nim know that she could come in now.
"Captain, I think Fel still has to finish serving breakfast," she replied, entering Galeon's room. Since it was so messy, Nimethel figured it wouldn't be too much of a big deal if she brought her meal in. Finding somewhere to sit, the woman rested her plate on her lap and started to tuck in as she waited for Jezebel to attend the meeting.
Scerina nodded to her captain's orders, tagging along behind her brother almost immediately. However, Sherbet would glare over his shoulder towards the shorter twin, practically telling her to 'back off'. The blondette grunted, taking a step back as she locked eyes with her sibling for a few short moments. Her eyes told him that she wanted to help, however, he ignored her desires. There was no use in arguing with her brother. He'd either ignore her, or yell. There was no such thing as 'changing Shetbet's choices'.
She watched her brother turn back and make his way to the captain's cabin, sighing as she plopped down on the side of the ship. The young woman was tempted to go pester Fel, however, he must have been nearly done with breakfast. It just wasn't as much fun that way. Speaking of the devil, however, she found that Fel was passing by with a tray of food in his hands. Scerina licked her lips as the scent met her nose, getting back onto her feet as she trotted a few yards behind him.
"Fel!" She exclaimed. "D-D-Do you need a hand...?!" She asked, itching for something to do, anything!
Sherbet crouched down near the loose floorboard, studying it as he mumbled to himself. "Mm... ah, here's the problem..." He mumbled, ripping it out of the ship with his bare hands. He was a strong lad, but it was also a thin board. One of the nails had been rotting from all the erosion from the sea's conditions. A simple problem. He stuck his hand into his pocket, pulling out a case containing bolts, nails, needles, and metal nuts. It was a little carry-on thing that made his work so much easier. However, he never did carry around his tool box, which was also needed for this job. Sherbet let out a aggravated sigh, getting up on his feet to retrieve a hammer from it.
However, before he could leave, Fel came into the scene, along with his twin trailing behind him like a lapdog. He rolled his eyes as he made fun of his name. It was not just the name of a sweet treat, it was an actual name before it was created. That aggravated him the most. As he handed him breakfast, he cleared his throat, suddenly becoming interested to his right shoulder. "... Thank you."
He left his plates behind, however, carried his coffee in one hand as he exited the scene to find his hammer.
Jezebel made a mental note to inquire the captain about his mental state once the meeting had concluded.
She quietly lingered around the deck, contemplating her tasks for today before navigating the Trident in search for the captain's cabin, a place she felt she hadn't visited as often as she would like. With a subtle knock on the door, Jezebel opened the door and proceeded to make her way over to the table. Again, without so much as a glance at the other attendants.
Although she may have glazed in the general direction the navigator had seated herself, an individual she found both intriguing and tolerable company.
Of course, she was certain that she took the loss of life harder than anyone aboard, even if she didn't normally show it. After all, her role on the ship was much different from the captain's; Atop of ensuring that the ship was always on the top of its game, it was her job to ensure that each and every crew member was satisfied with their lot, or at least explain to them why their lot was such as it was. As such, it was essentially a given that she had at least introductory knowledge of every crew member.
She wasn't exactly friends with any but a couple, but she still took losing anyone fairly hard.
"Full sail! I want us there as soon as possible!" she shouts over the deck, to slight resentment. That was fine though, better that they resent her than the captain. Anything to keep him spotless.
A slight knock a came from the door as Miss Leblanc came in. Now that the two people he really felt like talking to were here. Another sigh left his lungs (twice in one day maybe a simple raid would do me some good as well. Finally he looked up at the two. "So after our last raid I picked up these two maps one shows the current trade routes the other patrol routes. But as you can see here." Galeon moved his hand to the unknown mark "The federation is doing something in this area. I would prefer to check this out after we get supplied but I understand this would be a big risk for us. On the other hand there is a route on here that a trading ship takes. If we attack at this point we can avoid any run in with the federation. You two are some of my most trusted crew mates. I'll let you pick which one we take.
"Captain, I know I'd rather avoid both targets altogether, but... I feel that we might find something of interest where that mark is. I'll let you make the final decision, but if we do end up going there then I'd suggest we only take a some of the more... discrete members of the crew, preferably under cover of darkness, and see what they're up to." She paused to take another mouthful of fish, washed down with some milk. "Of course, it could turn out to be just a base the Federation uses to co-ordinate their patrols. Either way, there'll be too many for us to handle in a straight fight."
Nimethel then turned to look at Jezebel, taking note of the doctor's usual quietness. "Jezebel, what do you think of this? Anything you want to add?"
Her main concern was that her provisions were running low, and so long as they took stock before diving back into dangerous territory Jezebel was fine with either course. Regardless, she mustered the effort to comprehend each single blot as the captain gestured at various points where they could, or perhaps should, sail.
It was then that her eyes fell on the blazing red dot imprinted on one of the nth identical islands, which caused the ship doctor to shift from her lacklustre pose and lean forward to inspect the island a little closer. Familiarity only one of many emotions boiling under an inward flame of intrigue and excite as she gently nibbled on the side of her thumb, a physical habit the woman believed to induce hyperfocus.
She recognized the island in question to be home to dragons, most fascinating creatures and an exceedingly rare carriage of ingredients that Jezebel could potentially gather there if luck was on her side (non-breathing specimen preferred). Dragon tissue was pricey and difficult to acquire, after all. If the Federation had truly stationed themselves there, however, it had to be involving something big, something worthy to investigate.
Upon the navigator's inquiry Jezebel shot her frosty stare at the beast-woman in question almost instantaneously, allowing it to linger for a solid second before lowering her hand in order to gracefully push her entirety back into the wooden chair. “I concur.” She stated matter of factly, her gaze still fixated on the other woman. “The Federation would not fortify themselves needlessly, nor recklessly.” Jezebel gave the map another piercing glance, as if the reaffirm her of her initial thoughts. “This place has purpose, however large.”
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The Hope of Tomorrow
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