- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
"Captain Emile! Captain Emile!" One of the many sailors called as he ran toward the Spanish captain. He was standing at the wheel, making sure they were keeping on course. The young man calling for the captain panted as his bandanna flew behind him. His scraggly black hair was nothing compared to the captain's own mess.
The young captain looked over to his sailor. "What is it, Roberto? If it's about the rum then I've told you already, we'll get some when we stop at another island!"
"N-not that sir..." Roberto stuttered, wringing his hat. The captain raised an eyebrow, red coat fluttering in the breeze. His black hat showed his status among the crew. Roberto continued, messing with his red cap. "Th-the beast is coming... If we don't hurry up and dock somewhere, we'll be fish food."
"Damn it..." The captain muttered. "Daniel, where is the nearest island?" He asked the navigator standing next to him.
The blonde haired man quickly checked his maps. "Th-thirty kilometers west, sir!" As the navigator said this, the skies seemed to fall open as rain started to pour down on them.
"How long until the beast reaches us?" Emile demanded, holding his hat so that it didn't fly away from him. As he asked this, the waves started to splash onto the ship, turning the ship over. "Brace yourselves!" He called out, gripping onto the rails. The ship was going to go through hell.
A knock came at the door of the young princess's room. "Princess? It's me, Liz... Are you feeling any better? May I come in?" The young handmaiden knocked on the princess's door, her brown hair chopped short and her blue eyes dulled from years of serving. She was worried for her princess, especially since a storm was coming through. That might worsen the young girl's condition.
The young captain looked over to his sailor. "What is it, Roberto? If it's about the rum then I've told you already, we'll get some when we stop at another island!"
"N-not that sir..." Roberto stuttered, wringing his hat. The captain raised an eyebrow, red coat fluttering in the breeze. His black hat showed his status among the crew. Roberto continued, messing with his red cap. "Th-the beast is coming... If we don't hurry up and dock somewhere, we'll be fish food."
"Damn it..." The captain muttered. "Daniel, where is the nearest island?" He asked the navigator standing next to him.
The blonde haired man quickly checked his maps. "Th-thirty kilometers west, sir!" As the navigator said this, the skies seemed to fall open as rain started to pour down on them.
"How long until the beast reaches us?" Emile demanded, holding his hat so that it didn't fly away from him. As he asked this, the waves started to splash onto the ship, turning the ship over. "Brace yourselves!" He called out, gripping onto the rails. The ship was going to go through hell.
A knock came at the door of the young princess's room. "Princess? It's me, Liz... Are you feeling any better? May I come in?" The young handmaiden knocked on the princess's door, her brown hair chopped short and her blue eyes dulled from years of serving. She was worried for her princess, especially since a storm was coming through. That might worsen the young girl's condition.