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. 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. Taking a moment to scan the ship and see his crew hard at work, he thought to himself how selfish he must be to use all of them to get what he wanted. But in the end they all had there reasons for being here so maybe it was him who was being used.
Silently he stood by a railing and watched the ocean around him, allowing his thoughts to drift and reflect on his dreams.
A crew member hurried up to her with a rag as he'd been ordered to before she had jumped overboard when the sun began to show itself. With a nod of thanks and a dismissive wave Katlyn took the merchant-bought fabric and used it to drie her hair out more, then began drying the flesh of hers that was showing as well as pressing it to the clothes she wore to retain decency while swimming. It was a long skirt, one that wouldn't fan out but also chosen because it wouldn't rip when she changed between formed, then as a top she wore a simple black tank top, which had been a long-sleeved shirt only a week ago.
"You there, no not you. You. I don't know your name. You've not been a patient of mine, how would I? Anyway, you know the medic bay? Yes? Good. I need you to go and fetch something for me." She paused to stretch and groaned when her back popped several times before she continued. "When you enter, look to your right. You'll see a desk, on that desk is a folded pile of dry clothing. Go get it. Thanks."
As the pirate hurried away, she continued drying herself before she spotted Captain Galeon and made her way over. With the towl draped over her shoulders and her hands weaving her hair into a wet braid, she greeted him, "Morning, Captain. Hope I'm not interupting anything." She studied him over, as had become a habit to assess his health. Spotting red marks on his face, she gave a small amused smile and gently touched her fingertips to the deeper red one on his forehead, trying to guess if it would bruise, "Fell asleep at your desk again, sir?"
Making her way back to the helm, Nimethel glanced at her compass to check that the ship hadn't deviated too far from its original heading. Just then, she saw the captain himself come up on deck, awake at last. Katlyn promptly went over to check on him like a mother hen. The cat-woman waved to Galeon from her vantage point up at the helm, standing by in case he wished to speak with her.
A slim, boney finger waved back and forth between the bridge and the starboard side of the ship, apparently the owner having some sort of dilemma that had her resort to a childish rhyme to decide where she'd go and be all authoritarian today; if only she was that lucky to be given the opportunity. 'Right. Straight face, straight face.', couldn't let the little ones notice her doubt. They had a tendency to smell that sorta thing.
Still, present time didn't get any less dull...
It was during serene, peaceful times like these that Toni found she had little to do; and even less to complain about. Incremental boredom, however, had struck her like the flu and it wasn't long until even the clumsy flailing of her subordinates doing pretend-work stopped being funny β 'And of course Gale's not gonna let me steer the ship; βThat's Nimethel's job!β' A condescending thought better not voiced in either presence. Not that Nimethel was to blame for her lacklustre state; and in hindsight, neither was Gale (but she was somehow not willing to give him a free pass, go figure). With something of a scowl and a loud groan, she almost felt like praying the federation would show up again. But really, if that happened she'd only be more displeased with today and, well, she kinda welcomed the silence. Didn't get much of that when you're a pirate. Especially if you served under the world's most wanted man (but Toni always left that little detail out of debates, she had a juicy price on her own pretty head after all).
Moping proved unproductive, though, and with everyone finally crawling out of the woodwork (or in a certain fishlegs case, out of the water) Toni off-handedly decided that maybe she'd see if her favourite anthropomorphic cat had any fun stories to share to kill time. And one moment of contemplation later, Toni came up beside the somewhat taller woman performing her usual navigator duties; tossing her arms around Nimethel's neck and nestling her head on the other woman's shoulder.
βNimmy, please tell me we're almost there! I'm sick of staring at my blurry reflection in the ocean.β She whimpered, though she hadn't nearly a clue where the captain had decided to sail this time around. Never seemed very share-y with that sort of information, not even to his second in command.
"Having fun?" He questioned to his second in command and navigator. Gale gave them a cold gaze but truly didn't mean any harm by it. "Toni, how is the crew doing? Are we in need of supplies?"
'They are near, they are hunting you. RUN. Land is safe.' An all to familiar voice clawed at the back of his mind, causing his eyes to widen ever so slightly. "Nimethel, change or course to the nearest port. I don't care which one."
She knew what was happening, any that were as in tune with the ocean as she was would be able to feel what Galeon was just by looking at him. She herself had never heard the oceans speak, she couldn't hear the voices it whispered in. She could only feel it and try to interperet from there. But for that, she'd have to be submerged in order to do so. Without contact, she could do nothing but watch for signs from the Captain or the creatures below.
She pulled on the pair of breeches under her skirt quickly and smoothly (having had plenty of practice) then she pulled the skirt off and slipped her usual blouse over her wet tank top, then the corset over that, and then quickly weaved her still-wet hair into a braid. The boots were still in her cabin so she'd have to go bare-foot for now, not that she minded. Still, through this, the case of her Captain's sleep was on her mind and she turned to face the opposite way of him before speaking quietly into his ear, "If you ever need something for sleep or bad dreams, I'm sure I could whip something up for you. I'll be in my cabin for now, readying for the trip on land."
Katlyn then gave him a discreet, meant-to-be-comforting pat on the back before heading off to get ready for docking as she said she would. The wet skirt dragged behind her unceremoniously. Really, her dislike for the item clothing type couldn't be more obvious as she allowed it to collect dirt.
It was at that moment that Galeon told Nimethel to change course. She'd felt a certain premonition about today the night before, but if this was it then it had come a little sooner than Nim expected. Regardless, the catgirl gave a nod of acknowledgement before taking a look at her map and adjusting the course accordingly. "Aquamarine Isle's the closest port, captain," she called down. "Won't take us long." It was also a fairly neutral port too, in case they needed to lie low from the Federation for a little while.
Of course, there was still the matter of a certain someone being bored out of their mind, and Nim didn't fancy being almost throttled again, so perhaps it would be best to provide a little light entertainment. It would certainly help stop Nimethel herself from being so tense right now. The navigator racked her brains for a good story to tell, settling on an old favourite of hers. "Let's see... Did I ever tell you the story of the legendary Amani bear warriors?" she began. "It goes like this..."
He glanced at his navigator as she went on to tells another story to the easily bored first mate. "When you two are done, I would like to discuss what to do once we make land. I also need to go over the next raid with you." Quietly he moved from the two and motioned to the good doctor to follow him. "Since we have yet to find a decent cook. I would very much like for you to make me something doctor. That is if you are not to busy at the moment."
With a happy, content sigh and continuous smile, she spoke to her comrade, "So, what do ya have in mind. I'll make what I can with what we have." With that she also realized that perhaps this trip to land might not be so bad, you could never be too well-prepared with supplies.
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