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Prologue
Silence surrounded her thicker then the impenetrable blanket of fog that had cradled their journey for these past two weeks. The sun's rays barely penetrated it, and the crew themselves could barely see the entirety of the ship. The Keeton woman puzzled on this, something troubled her about this mist. Nothing seemed to be causing it, there was no moisture in the air, and it hadn't rained since they had left port. These clouds were unnecessary and that fact alone worried her. The Woman had been on many travels, and had learned in her time that nothing came with out reason.
The woman was pulled from her thoughts by a familiar voice and an opening door. "Cap'n the crew are wondering about our destination. Do we have any idea where it is we are?"
A soft 'tsk' answered her crew member's question. Allen should have known better than to interrupt her at this time. With a awkward stutter and a foolish stumble her second mate departed without another word. A soft snicker followed him out. The Pirate Captain leaned back in her chair, placing her arms behind her head and her feet upon the table in front of her, she took up a position of comfort. The sharp 'tink' of an inkwell falling caused her to let out an annoyed sigh.
"Too many interruptions for a day like this." The Captain's voice was smoother than the song of a siren as it poured from her lips. she leaned forward and retrieved the inkwell, returning it to the already cluttered table half empty. It was then that the Captain noticed how disorganized her Quarter's were. This last week had truly been maddening. Her crew had lost all discipline in the face of this unrelenting fog, and with each day unease and strife grew. Today had been it however, for the last few hours she had been closed up in her quarters, thinking of a solution to her many, many problems. Now her Quarter's were littered with navigation tools, blank and half filled maps, and seemingly random items that she had frantically been trying to use to help. Hell she had even tried praying half an hour ago, she shuddered at the thought of it.
"Captain Myrrh..?" Another voice, this time female. It was her first mate. The Captain sighed as she got up from her sitting position and stumbled to the door. If Sarah was here it was bound to be important.
After reaching the door she tore it open. "What..?" The sound and tone of her voice contrasted each other as she let out a grumpy huff.
"A fight has broken out in the scullery It's James and Sam again." Her First mate dutifully reported. Myrrh rolled her eyes as she stepped past her. Sarah was a good kid, but she wasn't good with holding back. After a few weeks of being appointed first mate she had already injured half of Myrrh's crew. Because of this she was forced to forbade her from exacting physical punishment. Myrrh regretted that decision as she stepped out onto the ships decks.
The vessel was known as the 's.s. Marrie' Myrrh did not care to know why either, it was supplied by the council and most of it's guns were more for show than anything. Not like they were carrying any gunpowder anyways. The wind was good, and her compass said they were traveling west. So they should be going the right way. Emphasis on the should, all the council had told them was to head west after they hit the fog blanket. Well it had been two weeks and they hadn't seen any sign of land yet. When she got out of this Myrrh had a special type of punishment ready for the council.
Myrrh was drawn back to reality by the main mast's post making a connection with her face. She cursed as she shook her head and redirected herself. A soft chuckled resounded from somewhere in the mists. She responded with a death look in it's direction and continued on her way.
She then reached the stairs that connected the underbelly of the ship with the Deck, located at the ships middle point. She proceeded down them begrudgingly. She was not looking forward to this...
Silence surrounded her thicker then the impenetrable blanket of fog that had cradled their journey for these past two weeks. The sun's rays barely penetrated it, and the crew themselves could barely see the entirety of the ship. The Keeton woman puzzled on this, something troubled her about this mist. Nothing seemed to be causing it, there was no moisture in the air, and it hadn't rained since they had left port. These clouds were unnecessary and that fact alone worried her. The Woman had been on many travels, and had learned in her time that nothing came with out reason.
The woman was pulled from her thoughts by a familiar voice and an opening door. "Cap'n the crew are wondering about our destination. Do we have any idea where it is we are?"
A soft 'tsk' answered her crew member's question. Allen should have known better than to interrupt her at this time. With a awkward stutter and a foolish stumble her second mate departed without another word. A soft snicker followed him out. The Pirate Captain leaned back in her chair, placing her arms behind her head and her feet upon the table in front of her, she took up a position of comfort. The sharp 'tink' of an inkwell falling caused her to let out an annoyed sigh.
"Too many interruptions for a day like this." The Captain's voice was smoother than the song of a siren as it poured from her lips. she leaned forward and retrieved the inkwell, returning it to the already cluttered table half empty. It was then that the Captain noticed how disorganized her Quarter's were. This last week had truly been maddening. Her crew had lost all discipline in the face of this unrelenting fog, and with each day unease and strife grew. Today had been it however, for the last few hours she had been closed up in her quarters, thinking of a solution to her many, many problems. Now her Quarter's were littered with navigation tools, blank and half filled maps, and seemingly random items that she had frantically been trying to use to help. Hell she had even tried praying half an hour ago, she shuddered at the thought of it.
"Captain Myrrh..?" Another voice, this time female. It was her first mate. The Captain sighed as she got up from her sitting position and stumbled to the door. If Sarah was here it was bound to be important.
After reaching the door she tore it open. "What..?" The sound and tone of her voice contrasted each other as she let out a grumpy huff.
"A fight has broken out in the scullery It's James and Sam again." Her First mate dutifully reported. Myrrh rolled her eyes as she stepped past her. Sarah was a good kid, but she wasn't good with holding back. After a few weeks of being appointed first mate she had already injured half of Myrrh's crew. Because of this she was forced to forbade her from exacting physical punishment. Myrrh regretted that decision as she stepped out onto the ships decks.
The vessel was known as the 's.s. Marrie' Myrrh did not care to know why either, it was supplied by the council and most of it's guns were more for show than anything. Not like they were carrying any gunpowder anyways. The wind was good, and her compass said they were traveling west. So they should be going the right way. Emphasis on the should, all the council had told them was to head west after they hit the fog blanket. Well it had been two weeks and they hadn't seen any sign of land yet. When she got out of this Myrrh had a special type of punishment ready for the council.
Myrrh was drawn back to reality by the main mast's post making a connection with her face. She cursed as she shook her head and redirected herself. A soft chuckled resounded from somewhere in the mists. She responded with a death look in it's direction and continued on her way.
She then reached the stairs that connected the underbelly of the ship with the Deck, located at the ships middle point. She proceeded down them begrudgingly. She was not looking forward to this...
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