@vo_dcc here ya go, hope this is good...
Legend tells that this world has many secrets – secrets potent enough to grant immeasurable power to those lucky enough to discover them. In this world, there are many curious men - travelers, adventurers, pirates, marauders, thieves, and the like. Yet no man has come close to finding the elusive Chalices of Destiny, goblets rumored to contain elixirs that can grant the consumer several different advantages.
The Chalice of Youth, known by many other names, has the power to grant immortality.
The Chalice of Fortune provides the consumer with incredible luck, capable of getting them out of any sticky situation.
The Chalice of Strength, like its namesake, grants the consumer unmatched strength and power in battle.
However, despite the usefulness of these elixirs, the chalice is most sought-after throughout all the Seven Seas is the Chalice of Gold, more commonly known as King Midas’s Flask. This goblet is rumored to grant the consumer with the power to turn any object into a noble metal. For greedy pirates and treasure-hunters, Midas’s Flask is the pathway to fortune and riches.
The task of seeking out the Flask is tough for any adventurer; no one was quite sure where it resided, or if it even stayed in one place. They all faced treacherous waters to find it, and those who got close were never heard from again. Countless men tried and failed to attain the flask, and those who were lucky enough to return brought stories of their travels back to taverns and bars, which always provided the barkeepers and waitresses with hearty laughs and entertainment.
However, no one ever suspected that the waitresses were really listening, collecting tidbits of information that all connected to form what seemed to be a solution to finding the elusive treasure.
And when one day, the entire staff of the Goddess’s Nectar, the most popular tavern in Tirrenia, went missing, no one suspected that the team of women would be on their own adventure to find the treasure.
“We’ve sprung a leak!” shouted one of the crew members.
“Oh, hang me upside-down and flog my mother!” Captain Stormhook shouted back. Her boot connected with a barrel, sending it flying overboard. Her anger was not out-of-place; a leak was the last thing her crew needed right now.
Stormy waters violently rocked the boat, and heavy rain pelted the crew, completely soaking everyone. It was dark, and the sound of leather squeaking across wood filled the air as nervous crewmembers rushed to find some sort of shelter. Cowards. The young captain gripped the helm of the ship, using it more to keep herself upright than to steer.
“Make yourselves useful and stop the bloody leaking!” she commanded. At this point, she wasn’t even sure if anyone was listening. The thundering rain made communication an arduous task. The captain squinted through the darkness, shaking in her place as the cold wind blew her shirt from its tucked-in place and made goosebumps rise up on her skin. She almost thought she saw figures in the water.
“No way. My girls are too brave to jump ship, even if they are cowards.”
The red-haired woman brushed the thought aside and set her focus back to not being blown overboard, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Ah, Amber, I knew I could count on you. What is it?” she inquired, glancing at her assistant navigator.
“Captain…I think we’re being attacked.”
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