Felicity looked out on the ocean. Her view from the city of Hansa was extraordinary. In northern Renor, the air was temperate, around 70 degrees on average. With cool summers and mild winters, she thought she'd never want to leave, but that had all changed. The dock was preparing her ship for sail. The massive baglah, called the Shuyati was an infamous figure on the oceans. The flag of The Analoras reigned high above the deck, so that all could see their end was neigh.

"Felicity, the ship is ready." the First Mate, Angeliele, said. They were going to attack Corosav - the Capital of Renor. Hopefully some information in their led to some more information on the treasure. The trip would be about 2 days, because of the fast sails and the winds were right. She would plunder trade boats on the way, considering there is a trade route via sea from Hansa to Corosav. Corosav had a weak military - but it was economically helpful. That is why no one tried to destroy it, because it would hurt themselves. But Felicity had no reasons for financial distress. She wanted to destroy where her father lived. She boarded the Shuyati, and the ship declined deeper into the ocean, where her name was to be put in history.

Damion was tired from last night and he was hungover. Someone knocked on his door. "Ah," He said holding his forehead. A colonial soldier barged into the private study with his pistol drawn. Damion acted fast and grabbed his harpoon shooting his hook into the skull of the soldier. The soldier lied dead on his floor so Damion ran out on the deck of the ship shouting orders for the cannons to be fired.

After about an hour of fighting for there ship the crew could breath a sigh of relief. "Set course for the mainland," He ordered and the crew sprang into action turning the sails and the rudder. Damion went back into his study to find the dead sailor lying on his floor. He grabbed the corpse by the collar of his coat and threw him of the side of the ship. "I need a vacation," He said under his breath.

Bonny sat accross from the crewman she'd laid out on the deck. He'd drank the salty sea and was now slowly loosing his grip on life. She'd tried to induce vommiting, but that apparently wasn't working. He was too dehydrated to do anything further. And there was no life in this part of the ocean to take him away if they tossed him overboard. It wasn't a practice she'd commonly preformed on those under her command, but it was hot, and she didn't need any carcus stinking up the ship.

She stook and put her head above deck where the rest of the crew was waiting for an answer; would Collin live or die? "Well lads," she told them, in a tone as salty as the sea itself. "It doesn't look good. Ole' Collin will probably be dead before dawn. He's lost a lot of his own fluid because of the salt." She piped up a little louder, in sort of a repromand. "Let this be a lesson to the lot of ye! If you drink the sea, ye'll die."

"But Cap'in Red, We're almost out of rum an' water. What'll we do until then?" A man stood before her, tan and gleaming in the fading light. The whole crew was down to their pants, no socks or boots. All except Bonny, who tried with great strength to keep herself covered, but ended up relenting and removing her cloak.

"We'll just have to make due with what we've got left. Take a quart intsead of a pint, and we'll just roast the food rather than boiling it. That'll mean that someone'll have to be down in the galley to watch the fire-" There was a groan from the crew. "I know, believe me, I know lads. But we'll survive this. We've been through a hell of a lot worse. We'll get through the desert."

"We're not too far off..." The Navigator, Will Farate chirped in. "Only a few hundred miles away from port... I think." Looks like daggers turned toward him, suggesting he'd better stop thinking and start knowing.

Felicity and her crewmates were on board.

"Set the sails!" she yelled. The crew followed all of her commands. For being an all-female crew, they seemed a lot more then females. She checked to make sure everyone was onboard. She knew all of her crews names. While she was excited to destroy the city of Corosav, she had a whiles to go. Then she would pay attention to that treasure that was discovered.

"Set course for Corosav." she yelled.

"Tonight, we bathe in gold." she yelled. Her ship was bombarded with womanly screams, as they vicariously worked throughout their journey. Travelling the Naeron Ocean was easy, they did have to watch out for the occasional whirlpool. The small ones may of slightly damaged the ship. But larger ones can suck you in. Felicity was a great navigator, she watched out. They were travelling close to the mainland, keeping it in sight. They could see Renor's lush foliage as they passed by.

"Move a bit away from the land, I don't want to hit any rocks." she told her substitute navigator. She had to go check on the rest of the crew.

"How you doin', Rhonda?" she asked a tan woman, manning the sails.

"Just suckin' up the fresh open air, how 'bout ye?" she responded.

"Same ol' thing, girl." She looked out into the ocean. She walked around the ship, making sure everyone was doing their job. Everything was seemingly flawless, just the way she liked it. Then a ship slowly came by. It was relatively small, about a galley. It took the galley close enough before they could notice that The Analoras were onboard the massive Baglah that strow beside. They finally noticed.

"Just look at his face." she smiled.

"Fire the cannons, this'll be some quick cash!" she yelled at the cannoneers.

The cannons launched their giant metal spheres into the weak, feeble galley. The cannonballs easily penatrated. Water filled in quickly, and the crew on the other team had no chance. They fired some of their cannons, but their tiny cannonballs had no chance of penetrating the powerful structure of the Shuyati. She laughed as the ship sunk, and their crewmates tried to swim to shore.

"Hand me the pistol, this will be some good target practice." she said. Rhonda fetched Felicity her revolver. She flipped it over her hand and aimed it at the first runner. He noticed the pistol, but before he had a chance to scream the bullet was already implanted in his face.

One.

Felicity flipped the revolver. A helpless, young teenage girl was trying to swim. Adorable. Bam.

Two.

Felicity flipped her revolver. A man, trying to save his ship from sinking. Good luck. Bam.

Three.

"Well, that was great. Let's get moving."

She went underboard to check out how the cannoneers were doing. They were all loading the cannons. They were expert and veteran - trained to just load cannons their whole entire life. Taught what to do when something goes wrong. Everything.

"Good job girls." she spoke in a high tone.

She went aboard and took out her brass telescope. She saw a lighthouse in the distance.

Corosav.

"Oh, man... Is that it? We done, Cristof?" said the old, thin, haggard man of the small fishing boat. His voice as winded and tired as the rest of him.
"Should be Andreidster... We netted in the quota it seems. Twelve nets full of fish. Good haul, I'd say!" Said Cristof, a large, muscular man. His enthusiastic words mirrored his youth as he looked at his veteran fisherman friend, who was dead-tired. Cristof frowned, then approached his elderly comrade, lifted him up and padded him on the back.
"Heheh, c'mon man. You're just three months away from retiring!" he said, giving him a smile with his enthusiastic words. "And c'mon, it ain't like we're being raided by Pirates, so it could be worse, right?"

"Wrong! HA-Hahahaha!" a voice exclaimed from the distance. The two fisherman staggered in surprise and looked towards the horizon to spot a large galleon brandishing a flag that was unmistakably signified Piracy.
"You had to open your big mouth, didn't you Cristof?" Andreidster said, desperation in his voice as the Pirate galleon closed in on the small fishing boat. Within minutes, the large galleon was nearly hull-to-hull with the small fishing boat and the figure that stood on the galleons' edge was an unexpected one to the two men.
"All right, peasants." started the rather busty one-eyed woman, with a very feminine voice full of confidence. "Get your load of fish and hand it over! It's property of the Iron Skull now!" she exclaimed with a sinister grin on her face. The man known as Cristof looked stunned at the woman, then burst into laughter. Felicia's grin went from pleasantly sinister to mildly annoyed as the man was making a mockery of not only her profession, but to her as a pirate.

"You got a problem, beefcake?" Felicia asked, brandishing Starshot. "How about you back up those words..." she then stuck Starshot into the ship's railing and proceeded to crack her knuckles and neck. She then leaped off the side of the Valiant Spear, her impressive galleon, with a flip and landed onto the small fishing boat. "Ya beefcake peasant?" she finished, then put her fists up in preparation for combat. Cristof looked to the woman who surprisingly matched his height.
"Look, lady. It's a little to early in the day to be playing pirate, especially by yourself now, so why don't you just move along befo- OOF!" the man was cut off by a solid shot to the gut from Felicia's vicious right. Despite having thin arms, one could hear the wind break as she launched her punch and when it connected, it dug deep into the muscular man's gut with a loud thud. As she retracted her fist, she looked at the large man with an enticing eye, followed by a quick few flicks of her finger as if to say 'bring it on'.

Cristof stumbled back and caught his breath as he looked up to the woman that had dealt him an impressive blow. His eyes held furious anger and contempt for the woman who had dealt him such an injustice, and responded by readying himself for combat. Felicia almost laughed at the mans' excuse for a ready stance, as it was clearly unfocused and wild whereas hers was disciplined and versatile. All of a sudden Cristof launched his attack, a careless rushing straight right punch, which Felicia saw coming a mile away. She dipped and weaved to the man's unguarded left and nailed him with a right hook to the jaw, staggering the large man once again. While he was stunned, she bobbed then weaved to the right and landed a left hook, then back to the left with a right, right with a left, and did not stop until the only thing still keeping the man up was his bodies' instinct to not back down. She then stopped her bobbing and weaving and simply landed hook after hook after hook to the man's jaw, inching him backwards with each hit. After another eight hooks, she dipped again and launched a massive right uppercut directly under the muscular fellows' chin. All the momentum gathered from her assault was concentrated into this one punch, which lifted the man off of his feet and launched him into the air causing him to fly off the side of the boat. Shocked, the elderly Andreidster could only stare in awe as the woman shook her right hand off after that devastating blow, his mouth agape at the damage she had done to his sea-hardened partner. She then looked to the elderly man and gave a smile.
"You're a stand-up guy, sir." she said and approached him. Paralyzed with fear, he simply stood as Felicia walked in front of him. "You're pal shoulda kept his mouth shut like you did, he may have gotten away without the busted jaw I just gave him! Ha-HA!" he said, placing her left hand on her waist. Her gaze was the averted from the elderly man back to her galleon. She let out a loud whistle, and soon seven athletically built men and three athletic women leaped off the galleon at their captain's call.

"Get these cargo nets outta here! We'll keep three of 'em on-ship for eating on the seas and the rest we'll trade at the next port. C'mon now, chop chop!" she finished, with a couple snaps of her fingers. Felicia looked back to the elderly man and tipped his hat to him.
"G'day sir. I'll tell the crew to leave ya three nets to trade at port for yourself." she said, then patted the elderly man on the head like a sort of domesticated animal, then turned back to her crew loading up the ship. "Ya hear that?" she started exclaiming "Leave three for this old-timer! He earned it!" she ordered then started back for her ship.
"Oh yeah, and ol' timer." She said, looking at him one last time "You might wanna fish that partner of your back up! Bon voyage!" she said, gripping a rope ladder that one of her crewmates had tossed over the side.

Within mere minutes her well-trained crew had finished collecting the fish and loading them onto the Valiant Spear. Felicia nodded with approval and ordered they pull up the anchor and keep sailing. Standing at the wheel, she looked towards the endless horizon with an eye full of determination, eagerly awaiting what may come next.

"Please ready the cannons, girls." Felicity somewhat quietly spoke over the silence. She put her hand under her chin and stared at the flashing Lighthouse of Corosav. It was a landmark, it signaled its impressive glare for over 50 miles. But they were within 2 miles. She could see trade ships departing and going into Corosav's port.

"Stop the boat for a minute. Lay the anchor." she ordered. The crew immediately did what they were told.

"Anabela, please meet me in my cabin." she pointed. As she walked to the cabin, the creaking sound of the wood below had a crisp, unique noise to it. It crackled, as Anabeth followed behind. Anabeth was a young woman in her early 20's, still elegant and freckles dotted her face. Her eyepatch covered her beauty, however. The bandana covered the messy and unkempt hair, but she managed. Felicity opened the door and let Anabeth in.

"Girl, today we're going to strike." Felicity said with a proud voice.

"Yes, we will." Anabeth muttered. She took a seat in one of the elegant wooden chairs.

"But we'll be needin' a battle plan, will we not?" Felicity asked.

"I suppose so, cap'n." she responded with a nod.

"And I know you are quite a veteran at this nonsense, so let's get down to it." Felicity said. She laid out a map of the Port-city of Corosav. She knew thousands of people were trading. She would be the one taking that trade, and no one could stop her.

"I was thinking, this could be a double-day deal." Felicity said, as she yawned.

"What do you mean?" Anabeth asked, and turned her head.

"On the first day, we raid the ports and plunder any ships. Then on the next day, we go inland and take over the markets and houses for more loot. Whatch'a think of that?" she said.

"Great, cap'n." Anabeth said.

"Are you sure?" Felicity cackled, and let out a cough.

"Actually," Anabeth stuttered. No one liked to correct the cap'n, but this was a matter of life and death.

"I think that we should try to do it all in one day. Overnight, they could flank us with navy ships, and by then the military from other regions would of already arrived. We should do this in one day. Perhaps the crew could split up and sectionize itself?" she idealized. Felicity stared at her for a minute, with am expressionless face. For about 3 seconds, she looked at her, then she talked.

"I suppose that seems right and good, Anabeth. Split up three groups, we'll raid the three districts of Corosav together. Then we all meet up and plunder the Palace of Corosav." she quarreled. Anabeth nodded vicariously and stood up, walked to the door quickly, and began to bark out orders at the crew. Felicity sat down in her comfortable chair. A small group of outlaws was going to overthrow the Great Port-city of Corosav. It seemed like a very uncommon idea, but, with the correct skill and strategy, it could be done. She sat there for 15 minutes until Anabeth returned.

"Cap'n?" Anabeth whispered.

"What is it?" Felicity snarled.

"I've got the crew all readied up. Group One is led by Jessi, Group Two is led by Harriet, and Group Three is led by Liza." she announced.

"Auh, alright." she muttered under her breath. Then she shook her head and stood up. She walked out of her cabin, the familiar crackling of the wood sparkled the ground and she announced to the ship.

"Tomorrow morning, we begin our raid on the Kingdom of Renor!" she announced. The crew cheered.

"We will repossess what belongs to us! What we need! What we require!" she orated.

She heard stomps and screams.

"We will do what the Gods have asked us! We will do what Corosav needs!" she elaborated.

"Hold up." one of the crew members scolded. Felicity fast-walked over to the woman.

"Did you just interrupt me?" Felicity ranted.

"I really don't think Corosav needs to be destroyed by a bunch of ladies who try to be men." she spoke, seeming rhetorical. But to Felicity, that, was not rhetorical.

"You've crossed the line. The purpose of our little group here is to take back what is Emmanuelle Felicity the Great's. And the Kingdom of Renor, is mine." she stared at her.

"You will receive the punishment very soon." she said.

"The punishment, that no one here has ever received before." she muttered. Felicity stared at her with angry eyes. The punishment she spoke of was, in Corosav she had these man-friends. Burly and tough, they would do anything for her. The punishment she spoke of exactly was, they would leave the subject chained up into the room, to be stripped and raped, then put in a prison for their own very pleasure. Felicity thought it was very rational for this kind of group.

"We are not men. We are women with a desire." Felicity corrected. Rhonda prepared the canoe to take the betrayer to the port. She walked up to the girl with a coil of rope.

"May I?" she asked.

"No," but she put her hands behind her back, and Rhonda did the honors. She then lowered her onto the canoe. Rhonda brought the canoe ashore, and brought her into a strange shack. Rhonda left, and then returned back to the boat. The crew ascended it up to her. Rhonda had an evil smile.

"Oh god, when we raid tomorrow morning, we've got to look in there!" she voiced out loudly, hard to speak because she was laughing hysterically. Felicity went along and gave a little smile, where she returned to her cabin to prepare for the enormous day she had tomorrow.

"Land ho!" The call rang out like trumpets at the gates of heaven, such was it music to the ears of thirsty, sweaty, tired sailors. They'd survived the Salty Death, as they now affectionately refered to it, and with that part of their journey through, they all looked forward to docking. The lighthouse was a beacon of good fortune to La Port Rouge, and it's inhabitants watched along the sides of the ship as it drew nearer adn nearer. Calls of joy and plans for the night were thrown around the decks like birdsong, and Bonny put her hand up to silence the men for a brief moment.

"Now then, it's all well and good to be out and about on the town," She began, and her crewmen groaned, knowing they were going to get a good speech from "Mother May I". "but we're getting supplies first, loadin' them back here, and then ye can have all the fun you like. Just make sure you're back here before the chimes strike nine. Not a minute later, or we'll shove-off without ye. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am." They all called in response.

"Andrea, com'ere a minute. I need you to go over the checklist with me one last time." Andrea, an old fellow with bowed legs made his way over to his captain and leaned against the rail. He took the parchment from his pocked, uncrompled it and took the quill from his captain. She held the inkwell while he looked the list over again.

" Let's see here, we got-uh, local fruit, linen, rubbin' alcohole, regular alcohole, " he laughed at his own joke. " black powder and a barrel of water. We should also consider gettin' some chicken. I think we're all a mite tired of potatoes and squash."

"Agreed", she replied. "If I never see another potato, it'll be far too soon." She took the list from his hand adn decended the gangplank with the others. As soon as her feet touched solid ground, her soul filled with joy, but her facce maintained composure, mostly. "Johnson, Hensen and Little John, you go and find us some black powder." she threw a few gold pieces their way. "And if ye come back without it?"

"We'll lose our heads..." Little John recited, with little more than boredom in his tone.

"Ains, Lochsley adn Brade, you round us up some fruit, water and rum. If you don't want to loose the rest of your teeth Ains, you'll find us some good stuff." Again, she threw out a handful of gold, and the sailor's departed.

"MicMillain, Hennesy, you'll come with me and we'll get the rest." She patted the coin purse and stoed it in her cloak, next to her Kopis. As she walked, she could see in the distance, another ship about to moore, but what concern of it was hers.

The sounds of thundering waves collapsing over one another in masses and crowds went forth in the ears of all living things that even drew near to the dark blue floors in the Teschato Ocean, The smashing and splashing of thousands of gathered pieces of water in that sea did well to collaborate in tackling each other and those that stand in their path about. In all of this it was a good thing Greyon was a beast built for swimming and took no real threat to the sea, so far but yet even the ebony fat and lumbering warship with it's endurant focused build couldn't keep itself in place, being forced to rock both back and forth in continuos movements when falling victim to the abuse of ravaging relentless determination of an upset ocean, it was this that made Greyon and the crew inside it flourish, it was that abuse that made Greyon stretch out his vins in the depths of this case of hell and high water and swim onwards, the crew inside him just as stubborn to rest as the wood resisting the bangs and beats from the very liquid it ripped through to carry on, Once more the waves struck the side of the ship, once more the beast leaned to the side and was tugged into the ocean slightly before springing back up in it's stubbornness, it was a tough night, a tough night or tough day, it was hard to tell in the mist of the storm and cloudy black skies which flocked like herds of sheep along in the rays of the sun that was once there, selfishness displayed by them as the clouds devoured the hope and happiness light bestowed against the mortal kin that scurried on two legs below in this sea "Gluttony!" A voiced cried up towards the sky while hanging eagerly at nose of the ship, his palmed wrapped around a rope while his body was hidden in a leather, purple cloak that matched the fine elegance of a counts bedsheets, no the cloak is not leather!, it is a count bed sheets, torn apart and made into a rain cloak, it even had his royal mark of degree decorated in the middle, surely this fellow is mad but he must be to even come here.

The sounds of the water trying to break in and exact a more than un-deserved vengeance on the Captain brought a sense of relaxation to his ears, the attacks so hard as the view was engulfed by the water in his cabin at the lower decks as the waves where so eager to grow and lay siege it was almost scary to witness it up close, like watching a tiger pounce at it's bars, you know it won't break out but never the less you can't help but to clench you're heart and hope it doesn't. The floor went vertical, then the vertical became the opposite direction, the rocking was easily detected but the captain had grown accustomed to such a shift of atmosphere now that he simply sat on his finely made oak crafted chair which seems to have just been polished by it's smooth shine in the candle light. The Moderately Renown Black-Wood hunched his back while his only velvet eye glittered and twisted at the emerald in his hand, a fat and rectangle diamond made of a green so bright it could be mistaken for the poison on a blade, more of these diamonds sat at his desk along with bundles of gold stuck in Victorian golden cases, each with odd symbols at the front. Samos's fingers poked out there bones and pale blue veins as he started to twisted it around casually, his one eye looking up as a muffled yell reached his ears "Gluttony" he uttered slowly under his bandages in a fine but relaxed tone, slowly twisting his body around along with his chair, his other hand reaching up to place one his fingers at his lips as he enter a pondering state. Silence ensued, silence broken by the waves but between nothing as the now morally decayed man gazed into the gem, his violet eye enhancing with a slight glow just before it returned to the dull sight once again "Why does he say that everytime theres a storm..." He asked somewhat apathetically, as if he's struggling to care while he lazily threw the diamond behind him weakly, forcing it to make a slight "tatata" as it hit the desk.

All of a sudden between the throw of his diamond and mix of waves a loud "Smack!" barged in as the wooden door was piratically slammed in haste against the wall, revealing the arms of a very muscled man with skin that hint towards a pure, black tint that could only point to the most exotic ethnic backgrounds with a face that most people would kill for, being burly yet smooth, if it was not for the fact his left eye was missing and now was inhabited by a red crystals, his being scarred by a dagger it would seem to, the crewman's trousers where a pair of baggy and striped in a mixture of grey colors while he wore the simplest pair of old,brown leather boots, his shirt cannot be described, for he has none "Captain, The crew think the storm might get heavier and the Greyon having a bit of trouble in the conditions.." He spoke in a American accent. Samos stared forth at the glass window before slowly turning his head to the crew member "Looks fine to me, if you're scared of some water maybe you should of thought twice before coming on my ship..." He replied in a slightly irritated but firm voice. The man only peered forth at him until a sense of awkwardness grew, making him step back driftingly and close the door as he did however before the door closed the Captain turn to stare at the lock, watching it place itself once again in the wall. A deeper haunting silence took place now, forcing the captain to gaze to his left at the ground then switch that gaze to the right before finally taking out a piece of parchment from his desk and reaching out in a multiple action to his ink and quill, his quill being a finely woven silver feather and thus, began to write.

Ignore, please.

Everyone helped Rhonda up and they abandoned the canoe. After their raid they would not see anything anymore. Felicity went up to begin navigating towards Corosav, but she noticed a ship in the distance. She quinted her eyes to focus it in her vision. It was too large to be a trade ship. She thought it would be Corosav's Exploration Navy. Every morning a ship sent out to explore the unexplored so that they can get money for it, like they always want. The ship was moving at a steady pace, however. The ships just seem like they want to just get out of here. She blew it away, and took the wheel.

"Ready the sails." She ordered. The crew immediately jumped to their stations. They were just as eager as Felicity to take over Corosav. Her Shuyati was oddly shaped, but it was specified for swift, devastating attacks. She could see the people in the distance, whose lives would soon be living somewhere far off, if she had not of given the chance to kill them.

She neared the port, and acted as if she was going to enter. But then she turned the side of her boat to the ports. She grinned.

"Fire at will!" she yelled. Simoulteanously, cannonballs fluttered out of the ship. All 32 were aimed at Corosav's main port. In the blink of an eye, the port spiraled down into the ocean. Screams could be heard as the the people ran from the docks. Some got in their ships, but that was a terrible mistake. The people on the ceiling of the ship threw hoops of fire at their dock. Corosav's trade system was officially ruined. When the whole port was burned down to the length of the water, they moved inland. Crew ladies spilled out of the boat armed with sharp, silver hand-made swords, glistening in the cloudless sky that they had chosen to destroy Corosav. Corosav's military began to attack. Although being somewhat armored, the crew managed to find their weak spot without losing many people. Felicity signaled to the people still on the boat to move it back into the sea, so they could not destroy the ship. Felicity swung the strong sword to the right, dismantling a young soldier's leg. She took no mercy for the enemy. She would never surrender. Trading ships were still piling in Corosav, but right when they saw what happened, they immediately took a U-turn back to their homeland. Swords swung back and forth, but the rapiers seemed to swing much more; as they were devastating the weak army of Corosav. They decided to march inland. It was time to plunder the city of Corosav. They walked into the first market. It was nearly empty, most of the people had ran away off into the countryside. They deposited everything they could make use of in the wooden boxes they made, and they brought them back to the boat. As she turned around, there was a somewhat short guard with a long red beard, possibly middle-aged. He looked angry, very angry. Felicity gave a vicious look, and swiped her hands. Before the guard had a chance to move his sword, the throwing knife was already in the middle of his forehead. He fell back, eyes wide open. He twitched a bit, before Felicity finished him off with the silver rapier and withdrew her gory throwing knife from his head. She was going to move further inland.

"My cap'n, we have a' just plundered dis' here market, where to next?" The First Mate, Analeil asked.

"We be goin' to the palace, now, my dearies." she quarreled. Cheers were heard. But the Royal Guard of the King and Queen were very strong - who knew how this would turn out.

An overly bright sun shone through a faded and ripped curtain, it almost hovering in front of the broken glass the tavern owner called a "Window" A salty breeze swirled into the room, awaking it's occupants. A woman; one who seemed to be arising from a trance rose from the ratty bed. Her hair in a mess and her body mostly naked. She quirkily rubbed her eyes and laid herself back down onto the bed.
She slowly draped her hand to the opposite side of the double bed. Finding a figurine, she satrted to talk. "Oh mr. drake... last night was... just..." She didn't continue her talking as she rolled over expecting to see the man whom she slept with that night. Her gaze was rewarded with a hastily made stack of pillows and an empty room. She quickly jolted up and gave a muffled grunt. "Those men... all the same..." She said with an added bite.

A small chuckle came from Drake as he was already a mile across the City of Corosav. The early morning sun giving a gem like appearance to his bandanna, and a royal appearance to the emeralds faceted into his cutlass's pommel. Walking blindly through the market with an aloof manner. The many shops passing him by, each offering multiple goods for sale. Being early morning the first steal of the day would obviously be food. As he was passing a bread vendor he quickly caused a racket by quickly slicing a rope that held the vendors Tarp up. As the tarp fell and Drake was obscured, he quickly slipped past and grabbed several loaves. Making sure not to take enough that would have been noticed.

Winding his way through the filth ridden cobblestone streets and back alleys, drake had finally caught upon his crew mates located in there safehouse. It was a medium sized Shack that occupied the back wall of a dead end. They never feared being caught and spied upon. The Back alleys were a maze to those unfamiliar. With enough quick turns to catch any other rogue off guard. Quickly entering the Shack, several voices instantly were raised. Several males and females began blurting out words that became jibberish. However one females voice stuck out, not because of her words, but because of her volume and pitch. "Aye cap'n where ya been?" She said, standing from her stool sitting against a central table inside. She quickly looked Drake over. "Bloodshot eyes.... messy hair... and that smell... Aye lads cap'n was with a missy last night! How could you do that knowing we haven't shared a room in weeks!" The entire crew ended their jibberish to give a hoarse laugh. The speaking woman, Belle; being her name, was a very loud, charismatic, and entirely perverted woman. with a lean build, brunette hair and peircing green eyes. She could pretty much get a laugh out of anyone, even someone as serious as drake. Yes he was partying last night, but the ale had quickly worn off with the morning hangover.

"Keep yer mouth shut lass, that'll speed up the process if that be your preference!" Said Drake with precision, he averted his gaze to his crew and threw the bag of bread he had recently collected. Other various packages lay scattered across the floor, each filled with food or another treasure. Now that the captain threw in his part the whole crew could now eat. A hurried feast quickly commenced. When finished Drake gave a small belch and excused himself, Belle gave a gutteral roar and again sent the cabin into hysterics. "Enough of that belle, ok crew, any recent status updates?" Captain drake said expecting something. "We've 'ad ourselves an invasion, cap'n. A group of pirate lasses have completely overtaken the outer port... i hear their heading inward." Many of the other crewmates gave small reasuring nods. The rest of the crew then gave small reports, of their latest treasures, some found gems, others found metals, one even found themselves an aging barrel of imported wine. Having heard the entire reports, drake simply nodded; and readressed the first speaker. "So if what you say is true Christopher, i suggest we do ourselves a bit of spying, we can't have these wenches ruin our business for us!" An eruption of "Yeahs" and "Woots" came from the crew as they gathered their weapons and gear and headed out the shack's back door, which led to a small series of catacombs under Corosav. After making their way to it's senter, the group split in teams of three. Each heading to a particular spot in the city.

"Let's see what we're up against lads, called Drake as he climbed a ladder leading to his specified area. He wish he would have noticed belle scurrying up before him, as she happened to be wearing a skirt. Pulling his head up, and getting an eyeful Belle quickly gave a small groan. "Oh come now captain save it for later!" She squealed as she exited the catacombs, the other crew members each gave themselves a chuckle as they exited, the captain himself swearing under his breath. "This better be worthwhile" he said, crawling out into the middle of an abandoned cobblestone street. They were inland but the women obviously had not made it there yet. "Spread out! he ordered Belle and two other men. Each finding themselves a hiding place in the streets, each of them invisble to the naked eye.

They waited.

"OK set sail for Corosav," Damion ordered to his crew. He took a light cat nap to sooth his hangover, but his slumber was ceased by the sound of cannon fire. "What is going on?" He yelled over the large explosion. "Captain, the ship that tried to invade us before is back!" Damion's first mate yelled. "Man the cannons, fire the harpoons!" Damion ordered the ships crew. He went down to the deck and fired his personal harpoon at the enemy ship and lodged the hook into the side of the enemy's deck. He crawled like a monkey over to the ship. Damion took out his two trusty rapiers and began to attack the enemy. He stuck his left rapier into the gut of a navy soldier while his right rapier sliced the neck of an enemy. "Abandon ship!" the enemy sounded as they jumped over board. "Sink there ship." Damion said after he climbed back on my ship. "Repair the ship and continue on course to Corosav harbor!" He yelled as he went back in his study to continue his power nap.

After fixing the ship and resetting course they finally reached Corosav port. They all came off the ship and saw the town being attacked by other pirates. "Man this place is a dump!" Some of the crew yelled. Damion then saw a tavern and ran in yelling," Yay!" He drank some strange fizzy alcohol and was completely drunk by the end of the hour. A rock smashed threw the window and he got out of the chair and stumbled due to his drunkenness. "Capim' we got to go!" One of his crew mates told him. "Ep!" Damion shushed his crewman and held the mans lips. The crewman smelled the alcohol on Damion's breath. "Captain, are you drunk?" The pirate asked. "Everyboies drunk!" Damion slurred. The two men hobbled out of the bar. Damion fell over and pulled down the other pirate just as a cannon ball would have hit them. "Thiss es alwsome!" Damion yelled as something exploded behind him. Damion was having so much fun he barely noticed that his crew was locked in mortal combat against another crew.

“Aye, missy, but what you don’t know won’t hurt ya. It’s the weapons that do that, eh?”

“Stop giving me idiotic, no-good, shrouded in mystery, possibly-lying, answers!” A feisty redheaded woman screamed at another man with red hair. He cringed dramatically, but was seemingly unaffected by her tirade. Waving his hands madly, his eyes flashed from crazy to sane to crazy again.

“Don’t ask me trick questions and I won’t give out no riddle-dee-dee answers.” He grinned like a scoundrel, walking over to the side of his ship and pulling out a rusty, flimsy sword from the sideboards. The two were currently standing next to their ship, docked in a hidden cove near Suratan. The crew, nicknamed the Red Shadows, busily pretended to be at their work when one of the siblings looked their way. In truth, though, they had been at it for hours and all the work was done.

Iggy seemed to realize this at this point and frowned, spinning around to pull something out of his left boot while depositing the sword over into the water. He hopped in circles for a moment, eliciting a very confused crew, before pulling out a bag containing other bags. The redheaded woman scowled and snatched the bag from his triumphant hand, pulling out the other bags and handing two to each crew member, who had lined up obediently at her signal. “Remember, lads, ones for filling up for gold and the other’s for spending.” Indeed, one of the bags the Red Shadows were handed was empty, the larger one, and the smaller ones were filled with coins. “Now scat.”

They did, quickly plunging through a hidden path to the lush city.

And the woman was left alone to guard the ship, not counting the cook and other menial task-workers and the four assigned to guard. Her brother was nowhere in sight. Screaming in rage, she stomped onto the ship and climbed nimbly to the crow’s nest, pulling out a telescope to look for him. She was not a large woman – actually, she was smaller than her brother – but the size of her voice made up for that. Still, she didn’t really like heights. She climbed down reluctantly, planning on waiting until Iggy reached the city to scout for him again. Sure, he had excellent hearing, but she had excellent sight. He would be back before nightfall simply to escape the hubbub of nightlife – everything was better in the day.

The man, Iggy, grinned at his escape. He loved his sister, he really did, but sometimes playing the fool was best. Quickly, he unfolded a map from his sleeve, but only had a few seconds to glance at it before he heard another pirate crew come into port. These ones were not as smart as he was, pulling into the main harbor. They must’ve gotten lost. Already, the guards of the town were advancing upon the ship. A sly smirk played on Iggy’s lips as he made his way down to the cellar of an unobtrusive church.

Felicia hated the Chosana Ocean. Hate, hate, hated it. She even for seafaring, ocean-hardened pirates like her crew and herself, she she found the salt air to be a damning factor. Not only was it annoying, it dried everyone out rather quickly and water was definitely something that was everywhere, but there truly was not a drop to drink. Manning the controls of her ship Felicia lay lazily on the wheel, the top part of her body sprawled out rather than standing as she let out a deep sigh. Disgruntled, salty and unable to see Corosav in the distance, she let out a rather unpleasant grunt.

"Mister Ryan!" she yelled from her position at the ships' control and within seconds a tall, athletically built man with a bandanna covering his shaved head and tanned skin rushed onto the deck.
"Yar, Cap'n!" yelled the man up to Felicia. Here eye trailed down towards the man, her uninterested countenance not lifting from her face.
"How much longer, Mister Ryan? Till we get to Corosav?" she said, moving her gaze forward once again towards the never-ending blue. The pirate lad sighed, and looked away from his captain for a moment.
"Well, from what the crow's nest says he still can't see it anywhere and according to the map we're still a way away. Maybe a day or two." he said, reluctantly, before remaking eye contact with Felicia's person.

Felicia sighed again, she knew what Ryan had said was true but she simply did not want to believe it. She used her hand to wave at Ryan in a way as if to say 'shoo, go away'. Mister Ryan then rushed back off to his post. With a crew of only ten, consisting of both men and women, she always kept her eye on everything on at all times. Such a low count of people in her crew meant that everything needed to be done right and done where and when it needed to be. She herself was always at the controls, able to overlook everything her crewmates were doing. One of the strangest things about the Iron Skulls was that Felicia had no true 'first mate', partly because she saw all her crewmates as 'equals' and partly because she didn't trust anyone enough to give them that much power. Power meant that loyalties would be split and the fact the Felicia always had her hands in everything on the ship made sure that no one truly was given the upper hand except for her. She wanted to always maintain control of her crew and not be left to die this time. Though, for now, she would simply sail these salty seas with her crew. Maybe make some dinner in a while. Either way, she still didn't like this sea. Not one bit.

The city was silent. The citizens had cleared out, she had thought the military was up to something. They moved slowly, watching each and every side of eachother. Felicity was especially aware of her surroundings. As the buildings grew taller, the shadows grew darker. It seemed near night, with the full moon of Candusa lighting the sky. She neared an area and to the left of her, she spotted another market in the glowing sunlight.

"Plunder this 'ere market, girls!" Felicity yelled. The women swiftly jumped on the tables and filled the boxes, and put them in an area. The Pick-up crew was ready here to take them back to the ship. As they were leaving, she heard a scream. Felicity looked down the alleyways to see the dead pick-up crew members, lying there with spilt boxes of fruits and vegetables. She signaled the rest of her crew to corner down the area. Not knowing much about Corosav's street structure, she was afraid to move much further. She sent Rhonda to check the alleyways from behind. The musty air filled her lungs, and waited for Rhonda's return. She heard a few screams, and Rhonda came out by her side of the alleyway.

"There's a crew 'ere! They're bombarding us!" she whispered loudly.

"I was lucky to make it out, Felicity, they cut my arm." The blood looked black in the lack of sunlight. Felicity nodded. A headache began to form, and she shook her head. One of the crewmates from the shore came back to tell Felicity something.

"There's a ship out at sea! They're bombarding us through the outlands!" she yelled.

"We're cornered," Felicity whispered.

"Well this crew 'ere in these alleyways probably have been listening to us this whole time, so I suppose we can be talkin' loudly without much a' differ." Rhonda analyzed.

"We're going to have to make a run for it, girls." Felicity yelled.

"On three. On', two' there!" she emphasized the three, and the group took off on the favela-like homes. Immediately she heard yelling come from behind, and yelling from the front. The crew in the alleyways - and the crew by shore, were attacking. While the crew behind them was dashing, they swiftly folowed them on the favela. A few tripped, but most remained intact with their feet, and soon caught up to their crew. Felicity withdrew her rapier just in time to dodge an incoming sword. The sword was relatively large, but her rapier could barely handle it. She quickly dotted a few stabs in their stomach, while they tried to lift up the sword, and she finished him off with a blow to the arm. More were incoming. The crew in the front seemed to be waiting for them to come by, but the back were heavily assaulting them. There was a wide variety of people, some were fast and agile, some were strong and brawny, but one of them was incredibly tall and seemed to be dominating all of her women. She swiped a knife at the tall man, but he saw it just in time and dodged it. Being on the roofs of many wide-open buildings was a difficult area to fight, but it gave many advantages. She took out a small dagger of hers and stabbed his chest. For some reason, the dagger backfired and went flying out of her hand, the tall man unharmed. As attractive as he was, he was probably someone of significance that had to be eliminated. She swung her rapier around her head, but the man was ahead of her. He dodged just about everything. She nearly fell off the roof, but she caught herself on a nearby pole, and swirled around it to attempt to strike again. The man's cutlass retrogaded her attack again, and she went spiraling down to the ground. The man looked down to see Felicity. Felicity stood up and tried to swing her throwing knife at his face. But she had just missed, and the man chuckled. He left from her eyesight and began to take on the rest of the crew. She was defeated, and so was her crew.

"Fall back!" she screamed, her voice diffrentiating from the clashes of the swords. The women quickly jumped past the buildings, dispatching throwing knives into enemy faces to do a last act of revenge. The ship was ready to board. The tall man was ahead of his crew, he swiped one of her woman's legs as she was running, but the woman grabbed onto his foot, tripping the man. He was mad. The woman threw a throwing knife into the side of his stomach, and she gave a good punch to his one area.

"Persistent little bastard!" he yelled, before slashing the crippled woman on the ground. By then Felicity's crew was already in the boat, fleeing the nearly dead city of Corosav.

"Lads! Fan out, find someplace to duck out until this nonsense dies down." Bonny ordered, pointing here and there to scatter her men. "I'll stay with the ship, to keep track of the damage accounted for." She accended the gangplank again, prepared to go down with her vellil. Suddenly, thirty hands grabbed at her shoulders and drug her back.

"Capin'", Hennesey piped up. "I know the ol' sayin', but with all respect, ye don't have to actually go down with the ship." The other men agreed, most of them were already figuring places to go when the docks collapsed, taking a few of them under. They swam to the shore and tried to pulled themselves up. Bonny dangled over the side, her skirts fluttering in the breeze, and the troope of men holding her by the shoulders. They hoisted her up as she looked sorrowfully at the ship.

Andrea pulled her off to the side a moment. He'd been Shanks' first mate for almost fifteen years, and he knew exactly what she was thinking. "Ma'am, if ye don't mind. I think he'd rather ye live than stay in that ol' tub and drown. If ye don't mind my sayin' so of course."

"No, no... I suppose your right. But it's the last of him. if it goes to the bottom of the sea, I don't know what'll happen." she admitted quietly.

"We'll steal another." Andrea replied, "We're scalliwags, that's what we were born to do."

"True." Befoer she could finish her thought, another cannonball rushed by and she dispersed her crew, passing one last glance at La Port Rouge, and asked the skies to spare her love's ship.

You know, for most people, sitting and absolute silence for prolonged hours is absolute misery; but to the Fallmen crew it was just another days work. A work they prided themselves in. There were many times that Drake himself mistook the rhythm of footsteps for his own heartbeat, and it was never the same tempo, adding to the misery of waiting. The moon settled in, it's pearly white aura being one of the few luminescant things in the alleys. it's glow giving everyone a pale ghostly shine. Finally the waiting had prevailed, footsteps and spoken words were recognized by all of the crew. Drake, being able to percept their location, commanded his group to leave their hiding palces and to cautiously advance. After Turning several Back alleys they found them. A small group of Buxom women loading boxes with cargo. Cargo that was rightfully meant for Drake's crew in a later time. Waiting for the women to approach their position; completely unaware as well. Drake's crew quickly readied their Blades. The men already holding them in a cleave like position. Once the women turned the corner, the men struck, a scream was all the women could manage as their skulls were essentially sliced in half. The metallica smell of blood filled the alleyways, and panic slowly began to set in.

Another woman was sent back to the Alley ways only to be met By belle, who swung and unfortunately missed her target. Only slicing her in the arm. The Woman screamed and quickly retreated back to her crews epicenter. Echoing screams from other locations signaled that the other members of Drakes crew were busy at work as well. Drakes group reassembled, and tried their best to listen to the conversation going between Belle's failed kill and the apparent leader. Drake was able to hear an obvious 1,2,3 and before the three was spoken Drake quickly ordered his group to spread out and fight. The leader and her group dashed out of sight fairly quickly, while several other women staggered into the Center. They were quickly Eviscerated by Several crewmates o Drake who were sprinting back to give aid.

Because the filth ridden streets were now slick with Blackened blood, several of Drakes crew had trouble traversing it. Falling gave them no loss though, as the closest enemies were all but gone. One of Drakes faster crew members had finally caught up too the female crew, engaging with the captain and losing unfortunately. He was quite quick but he was foolish in choosing his cutlass, it was slightly to large for his hands and a pound too heavy. The remaining crew had caught up too the other and combat had now fully engaged. Drake had quickly unsheathed his Cutlass and quickly beheaded around 5 of the other crew's women, their crimson blood adding to the Streets filth. He quickly sheathed his blade and Ran to a group of two women. Drakes momentum gave him enough force to run down a wall already but after he thrusted his arms out, catching both women in there left breasts; the peircing force was enough that they hardly felt the dagger, but were more infuriated at the fact that he was groping them. Before they could hit him however, drake quickly ripped his hands from their holding places, the barbed spikes ripping chunks of each womans heart out. They collapsed to the floor, slowly dieing from blood loss.

Drake had unsheathed his cutlass and not a second later the other crew's captain had ran at him at full force, trying to shank him. His armor; shocking the captain and giving him and edge allowed him an easy doge of her rapiers swing. The woman almost seemed to be dancing amidst the wild chaos in the alleyways, she attempted several more quick stabs and cuts at him. However Drake easily dodged, after finding a weakness in her stance he rammed into her, sending her sprawling against a flagpole that hung from another rooftop. She tried to counter but drake sent her and her wepon spiraling down to the Hard, bloody walkways where the fighting began. Drake glanced down at the woman, who was giving him an equally cold glare, however now actually getting a decent look he saw how attractive she was. Thoughts of that matter were best saved though. A whistling knife was sent towards drake; he quickly tilted his head out of it's way, he then began to laugh at her failed attempts, however she was an opponent he'd have to remember.

"Retreat!" The woman screamed, telling her mates to run away. Knives were sent whistling through the air, however they had little accuracy and only managed to give small cuts to Drakes Crew. Easily fixable by whiskey. One woman remained in the alleyway as she attempted to collect her knife from it's place on the ground. She saw Drake and began running. Drake who was much more agile easily caught her and slashed a leg out from under her. sending her whimpering to the floor. Drake who was now atop the woman, was nearly tripped when she grabbed and tried to twist his foot. She failed but she Was able to deeply lodge a throwing knife in Drakes Torso armor. She quickly followed this up with a hard punch to his unprotected groin. Drake gave a loud yelp and caught his wind after stepping away from the woman and removing her knife. Drake roared at her while raising his cutlass, "Persistent little bastard!" He broguth his blade down on her mid section with incredible force, slicing her in two from the wait.

The majority of Drakes crew was alive and several had suffered minor injuries. However there were a few that died. Drake called out to Belle "What are the casualties?" Before answering she tallied the remaining crew. "Talon and Morris be dead sir, the rest of us look fairly fine though." She paused a moment before continuing. "However it looks like several million of you were killed in the process!" Even after the bloodshed the labrinth like Alleyways howled with laughter, even Drake joined in. This is why he loved Belle; she brought a smile to everyone's face. Well as long as Drake put on on hers. As the morning sun began to raise the crew made their way back to their safehouse. Most falling asleep in minutes. Drake had leaned himself against a back corner and rested his head on a stolen sack of flour. Belle came over to accompany him. and the crew slept through half of the next day.

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The recent defeat at Corosav had devestated Felicity's crew. They had fought with people who knew their land, and where their tactics would be no good. It was night, and Candusa's majestic glare still luminated the sky. The Shuyati was still in perfect condition, had been hidden under a cave near Corosav. They slowly sailed away, looking back at Corosav.

"Well, at least we managed to get out a message." Analeil muttured. The ship was silent. People were lazily doing the minimum work they had to do to get away. Felicity emerged from the captain's quarters with a message.

"Today was a loss." She orated, with a descending pitch of voice.

"We underestimated our foes, and what we did, of course, did not work." She voiced.

"We have designed a new plan. We will rebuild our crew in Eutarymn, but that means we have to cross the deadly Chosana Ocean. We are going to take a stop in Iba to get some supplies, but they many not have many because they do not have many trade relations." She said. Her crew stared at her without any noises, rubbing bloodshot eyes and itching the back of their necks.

"We are badly injured from this mysterious crew. But perhaps maybe sometime we can engage them where we know our lands." she yelled over the waves slowly washing by the boat. She pointed towards Corosav.

"We will return, stronger then ever." she finished. Then she walked back into her cabin. She laid out the world map. To get to Iba, they would cross the Northern Karona Ocean. A popular place for fishing, they may be able to plunder some fishing boats while they go there to get free supplies. Of course they would ransom whatever they could in Iba, but just to be sure. A mysterious band of pirates had been raiding Karonese Seas in the recent posts, known as the Iron Skull. Felicity had lost many women during the fight, so she did not want to engage in any other. But if they had to, they would launch knives to distract and flee. She hadn't noticed, but she had fallen asleep.

She was awoken by the sound of crashing waves. The ship was not moving. She emerged from her cabin. The crew was moving quickly around, and the ship was situated at land.

"What's going on?" she asked one of the crewmates.

"Rhonda's gone sick," Analiel responded, and could not stay. She was walking around getting things and walking back. She saw Rhonda in the corner being washed by the waters, as other crewmates were comforting her.

"Rhonda, can you make it?" Felicity kneeled down and asked.

"I'm..." she cackled.

"Not sure.." she coughed up. She was very sick.

"Oh dear god, please not you, you're one of my best." Felicity muttered, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Forget me, you-.. have got bigger things on your ...hands" she managed to spit out. She vomited blood, and leaned over to the side of the boat.

"Please throw me out... I dont want my virus to ...spread." she spoke.

"She's right, Felicity." Analeil stood behind her, her hand on Felicity's shoulder. Felicity gave Rhonda one last hug, but she couldn't even manage to bring her arms up. She took out a throwing knife, and dispatched it straight into her heart. She withdrew the throwing knife, and gave it to Analeil.

"Put this in the case in my cabin... We will be keeping this forever." she said, as the crewmates threw Rhonda in the nearby sea. She got over herself, and got ahold of whats going on. There was a relatively small island, she could see the other side of it in the distance, that her crewmates were on. She walked off the plank.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"We've discovered this island and it is abundant in resources. We were discussing if we should colonize it. And of course, we didn't want to sail much further because you were asleep in your cabin. We want orders from our cap'n." one of the crewmates, Aisha said.

"Decent idea." Felicity nodded. They were discussing blueprints for a colony and everything that could be placed. They would name the colony Thyenshu

(OOC; Uh Arietraekos, if you're writing for Felicity, I doubt Florenai is going to be to complacent. Unless you guys already worked something out, in which case I'll shut my mouth.)

Soon enough, Bonny's crew mixed with those who were decapitating the young women who ran at them. Most of them were extremely confused, and most others thought it was a pure waste of pretty little bodies. All-in-all, the general concensus was that the men were the one's sacking the city and killing the women for sport. Therefore, questions were launched into the air about what kind of fun was it to kill women and who was back at the harbor ramshackling the ships therein.

Bonny leaned against the wall, trying to guage whether or not she would be needed. The streets smelled so horrible it was giving her a headache, and although that hadn't stopped her in the past, she wasn't sure of what was going on and felt it was better to wait for information before attacking. She knew what a troublesome lot women could be, and it was entirely possible they were the ones doing the ramshackling. She would have figured by all the things her crew had seen of her, they'd know what too.

Suddenly, she spied the one they called captain and beckoned him over with a whistle and a genial wave of the hand.

Felicia was bored to tears, salty and grumpy. 'When the hell are we going to get to Corosav? I never remembered it being this far!' she thought as she lazily manned the controls of her ship. Several hours had passed since she had last asked someone for positioning. Mister Ryan's directions seemed way off, a day or so wasn't normally how long it took to get to Corosav from the edge Karona. In fact, after thinking about it, they should have probably been there by now. Felicia's countenance went from bored to annoyed. She was a tolerant captain, as far as pirates go, but that still left only slightly more room for error than usual and misread maps were definitely not in that category of 'forgivable mistakes'. Filled with a new feeling of annoyance, she looked around at her crew and gave a whistle.

"Miss Rembrandt!" Felicia yelled, followed by the perking up of a slim, tan brunette. The girl ran towards the quarterdeck where Felicia manned the wheel and acrobatically leaped onto a piece of dangling rope hanging from the ships' shrouds of its' mizzenmast, climbing up the ropes until she turned to meet her captain's gaze on the quarter deck.
"Yes, cap'n?" the girl touted. She was a young girl, no older than sixteen, with a youthful smile and enthusiasm in her voice. Felicia looked sternly towards the girl, knowing full well her acrobatic skill and ability to get to any inch of the ship within mere moments. The captain stood up straight, cracking her back whilst doing so before speaking.
"Miss Rembrandt, I need you to check up on Mister Briggs up in the Crow's nest immediately. I need to know if he sees land at all and when we down here will be seeing it. I'll be timing you, as always, now go!" she said, the stern tone of voice matching her gaze.
"Right away, cap'n!" chirped Rembrandt, turning towards the mainmasts' shrouds.

With that, she leaped from the shrouds of the mizzenmast to the shrouds of mainmast, executing a front flip in mid-jump. She then climbed the shrouds like a spider monkey, reaching the crow's nest within a short minute. After conversing with the elderly Mr. Briggs, a thin man with a greying head of hair and eyes that could spot a crab from two-hundred miles away, she nodded and tossed herself off the crow's nest and back towards the mizzenmast. Falling headfirst towards the ship's deck, she carefully eyed where it would be a good place to latch onto the shroud of the mast nearest the captain and when she finally found it she didn't hesitate to grab it. Though the momentum had gotten the best of her and Rembrandt's grip on the rope was a momentary one as the force of the fall compromised her grip and she continued to fall. Realizing her mistake, she quickly attempted to latch onto the shroud again using her legs and after grapevining them within the shroud, she stopped falling and was within perfect sight of her captain. Albeit, upside-down.

Felicia put on one of her famous grins of interest as she watched her young crewmate execute an incredible feat of acrobatic accomplishment.
"Guess all that time in the circus as a kid really was a help, eh miss Rembrandt?" she said, smugly, folding her arms underneath her bosom. Rembrandt simply held a nervous smile and wiped the sweat off her forehead at Captain Felicia's words.
"So, how'd I do cap'n?" She asked, looking towards Captain Felicia with eager eyes.
"Not bad, kid. A minute and a half, a new record for that sort of distance." Felicia said with pride, Rembrandt was only fourteen when she had joined the Iron Skulls, coming from an acrobatics act in the circus. Rembrandt's countenance became one of pure ecstasy as she was told she had made a new record, but this didn't stop Felicia from going back to business.
"So, what's the deal miss Rembrandt? How far are we?" Felicia asked, her smug tone of voice still apparent from the previous conversation.
"Oh! Uhh, mister Briggs told me we should be seeing Corosav in the distance right about-"
"Now. I see it it, miss Rembrandt. You're dismissed." Felicia said simply, to which the young girl nodded. With that, the girl known as Miss Rembrandt simply dropped from the shroud and did another midair flip, allowing her to land securely on her feet when hitting the deck and hustle back to her post.
"Land ho, you bilge rats!" Felicia yelled and extended her right arm forward ending in a pointed finger and resting her left hand on her hip, striking an overly-dramatic pose. "Corosav, dead ahead! Prepare the tradestuffs and give the Spear full speed!" she commanded, to which her crew began to shuffle about hastily. Every single one of them knew their jobs by heart and executing it was never a problem, the crew worked as one under Felicia's leadership. She had all given them jobs when they had joined up and made sure each and every one of them knew that job within a week, or they were thrown overboard. Soon though, they'd be in Corosav and Felicia would finally be out of this salty, stinky sea.

"I think just for now, we'll establish some sort of trade building here, to get it started." Felicity said to the workers. They nodded in agreement.

"We need to get to Iba quickly before anyone else finds us." Felicity responded, with an expressionless face.

"Cap'n, we've got everything we need here to cross the Karona on this 'ere island!" Analeil said. Felicity had no idea what this was really about, but she decided it was best to go along with it.

"Get some people to gather some resources and take them onto the ship, we 'avnt got all day." Felicity yelled at her ship, with people still crying from Rhonda's death. Her crew spilled out of the baglah and came up to Felicity.

"There's a lot of resources here. Food, fresh water, and even some berries to make us a few cocktails onboard. Take a bask't 'er two, and take all this free loot!" she said. They nodded and seemed to run in a single-filed line to all of the plants and some went near the water to pick it up.

"Get as much as you can, girls, Chosana is not a fun thing to be in." She acknowledged. All of the yelling was making her nauseous, so she decided to sit down by the shore. The Karona was beautiful, and it was one of her favorite oceans. It was nearly flawless, except with the occasional shark. No wonder it was the most populated ocean. She hadn't realized how much time had passed by before they woke her from her daydreaming.

"Felicity, we've got a shit'load of resources!" Analeil chuckled. Felicity ascended back up quickly and went onboard to see what her girls had brought her. Various boxes of plants, and clean water was just about everywhere. She checked under and there was even more. Way more then enough to cross the Chosana, but of course, you could never know.

"Let's get sailing." she muttered. The boat began to turn around headed towards Eutarymn, where the Chosana was. She mindfully navigating, haven't nothing much else to do, with her eyes staring off into the horizon. Trudy, the woman in the crow's nest was trying to yell something. She adjusted her ears and heard her.

"We are about to enter the Chosana!" she yelled. Felicity gave a full-headed nod so she knew and turned to the rest of the crew, who was working hard.

"Word from our Trudy up there has spread, we are going to be entering Chosana soon. Please be prepared. Actually, that's an order. Be prepared, now." she corrected herself. They started to set up the boat specifically for sailing the Chosana. Quick and weak, because no fights really occured in the Chosana, because when a ship had plundered the other, theirs was already too damaged to try to escape. Besides, when one person boards the enemy ship, they throw off all their supplies while they can. As they sailed, she could notice a change in the water. The water was turning lighter, because of the carbon dioxide vents at the bottom of the ocean. The salty ocean was a disaster, and no one could drink it and survive. You don't want to drink it if you're dying. Hell, just stay away from it. Her crew seems to not have cared. The loyal bunch of unmarried women who loved eachother and their cap'n. Just the way she liked it.

The chilling air and the rushing of the waves was bracing against Damion's face. "Foggy day ,is it not?" The first mate said to Damion. "Quite." Damion replied. The water vapor was sticking to his six o'clock shadow. "What is going on, why are all the pirates attacking each other?" I asked pondering the idea of the pirates attacking each other. "Well I don't really know sir." He said stepping back afraid Damion would hit him. "Back to your post and set sail for the next port." He ordered.

The fog rolled in and the ships driver was completely blind because of it. "Set anchor, and ready the cannons we don't want to be attacked threw all this fog!" Damion ordered his crew. "Captain, Navy sails off the starboard bow!" The man in the crows nest sounded. "Shut up, everyone be completely quiet!" Damion said as he heard the flapping of the Navy sail. "Steady, steady." He whispered while his arm was about to order fire. The Navy ship came partly into sight and was directly to the east of them. "Fire all cannons!" Damion ordered and all of his ships cannon balls shot into the side of the other ship. The up tight sailors jumped over bored and there ship sank to Davy Jones Locker. "Reel in the anchor and set course to the next port!" He yelled. The fog started to dissipate and the sun started to shine over the ship.

The ship continued on its course and Damion took advantage of the sun light. He took off his shirt and began to sun bathe on the crows nest. The waves brushed against the ship very calmly and Damion started to drift off into a deep sleep. He was dreaming he was back home before his parents were killed. Damion's mother had just cooked a beautiful fish that his father caught. "Mommy why do we only eat fish?" Damion asked his mother in a high pitched tone due to him not hitting puberty yet. "Well Damey, our land is best know for its love of fish." She told him while ruffling his hair. The door was kicked in and a pirate shot his mother in the face. "Mommy!" Damion yelled. The pirate saw Damion and pointed his pistol at his forehead. "Don't you dare!" The pirate captain said as he walked in and saw Damion. " Hey buddy are you OK?" He said in a very sweet and remorseful tone. Damion nodded and began to cry. "Its OK, its OK." The pirate said while picking up little Damion and carried him to his ship.

"Sir A large storm is coming we have to go back!" A pirate pirate from Damion's ship yelled. Damion woke up and almost fell off the crows nest. "Alright turn the ship around!" Damion said with his hands behind his head. "Ouch!" He yelled seeing that he had developed a wicked bad sunburn. "I feel like I had left something back at the last port." Damion pondered. "My hat, I forgot my hat!" He yelled.

Captain Drake and the rest of the Black willow arose mid afternoon the next day. The smell of bodily decay creeping into there nostrils with every passing minute. Somebody must have let an exitway to the catacombs open, otherwise they should have been faraway enough. Yet with decay the smell of metallic blood filled the safehouse as well. Pops and flying corks were soon abound inside, as the crew opened some neew whiskey to help remove any infection. Afterwards the crewmates who were injured we're biting their lips to keep from scratching.

Hungry, parched, and smelly, the crew decided to head down to the main port. Hopefully to catch a bite of food and drink at some local taverns and to wash the blood and grime off in the waters. Before they left, One of the crewmen unpacked a bottle of incense he has recently aquired, by the time they returned the smell would hopefully be gone.

When the crew had made it down to port, they were now just realizing the extent of damage the Feminine crew had made. Trading would be down for awhile, The pirates would have to make due. It wasn't difficult to make it to the water, authorities were busy cleaning up the bodies down in the alleyways or busy recovering themselves. The crew quickly stripped down to their underwear and bathed. Belle didn't even bother being sexual for once, the crewmen waited for her to suprise them though. When they finished getting the grime off of them they quickly dried off and reclothed. They left carried there shoes to their preferred taverns, as sandy boots were their own menace. After Eating and drinking their share they quickly left. The taverns were one of the few places they actually paid at. By then their feet were dry so they restrapped on their shoes. Each member meeting back at the harbor to really calculate damage done to their "Business".

Smoked meats and gunpowder were some of he first things they recorded. A heavy canonball was left at the scene, showing that it had caused an explsion. Herbs were essentially gone, and other imports; like Alcohal and clothing were down as well. Meaning that'd the crew would have to wait before making any sailing expedentures. Which was unfortunate; as that was their normal solution to a halted economy. However with the loss of Talon and Morris, two of the crews brawnier men, they woudn't need as many resources anyway.

After the observations we're done a majority of the crew headed back inland to accomplish routine plundering. Belle, Drake and several others stayed at the coast. Observing several ships that remained inland. One ship, well a remains of a ship (Apple i'll edit this out in case i misread your post, just give me the word) Was floating not to far from shore, It was now a large sum of driftwood, and any supplies it contained was most likely spiolied or soaked by now. A casualty from the Woman's crew no doubt. Drakes ship, "Mosswind" Was hidden in a small alcove to the east of the cove it was a heavily wooded area, so it made great cover. Before long a fairly large ship dotted itself into eyesight. Before any order was given Belle unstraped a folding telescope from a pocket on her rear. She pulled it out and took a view. "Well looks like we have some more comp'ney capn'. I can see a Roger on their flags but from here they don't look malicious. That's the last thing we need." Drake nodded after hearing the info, Belle had great eyesight so he knew her facts were true. Along with the fact that that was her favorite telescope. It was very clear, and it was also her preferred shape, if you know what i mean...

"Well we'll wait for em and hopefully they'll be freindly enough..." The captain said somewhat hopefully. "Mark, Davies, and Allysa, report back to your stations, me and Belle are enoguh out here for now." The three pirates that Drake mentioned simply nodded and headed inland. The unknown Vessel becoming larger with every step they took.

The sounds of clashing liquids and ravenous seas no longer drifted in the air that normally occupies the presence of the lumber ship, Greyon, It was lonely in a sense without the abuse and thumping fists of an un-relenting element trying to crash the wooden beast and the crew inside it's guts to pieces. There was no frantic screams or shouting, no thuds and bangs of feet and boots smacking against the ground in the haste to get the ship ready or even it out, the crew in fact where all sitting in masses with another, most staring at the ground where a set of dices was laying. They all remained silent, Five of them wearing a bandanna around their faces made of an a old, rag-tag patchwork sheets, looking almost zombie and dead in some ways while their torsos where dressed in baggy short armed shirts and tight, leather trousers, the rest of the crew was shirtless due to the warmth of the day, of course it wasn't exactly warm or hot and in fact it was foggy, windy and cold but compared to hard storms and freezing winds that wandered in their usual domain this was a summer holiday "Two sixes..." A male voice bellowed out in a semi-bored tone as they stared at the dice, another arm reaching out from the crowd and picking it up, caging them in his fist while making a gentle ratatata as they bounced against his palm as he wobbled his wrist before releasing them along the ebony wooden floor "Snake Eyes..." Another one sulked out in a clear dull day. One of the pirates simply stood up and walked off as he was clearly entirely fed up with this all and begun to look out to the calm and tranquil sea, even if it was in a mist "Why would the captain come here.." He asked, looking over to the crowd of men who twist their necks from the dice to peer at him. One of the few that was rather skinny and small took his doorag off to scratch his chocolate brown hair as he joined in searching for the answer "It can't be for women...I mean..I would like one but he hasn't touched one..ever...and it can't be for supplies, we've got enough stock for a month at least..." They all switched glances before entering a ponder state as they continued with their dice.

The ship, Greyon moved slowly and rigidly into view, it was indeed a mighty ship but to say it was anything close to fast would be a up front lie, to watch Greyon swim was like watching a mountain float across the sea, true it was strong, sturdy and powerful but it was neverless slow and seldom lacked any sort of speed for it's turns. The Ebony ship easily stood up to out size almost any ship apart from war vessels that carried the same skills it had. The wooden Creature with it's bark like skin as grey and black mixed as brimstone was heading over the horizon, it's view layed on the ship Damion was currently sleeping in. As it moved onwards and the mist was pushed out of it's massive structure the flag became easy to view, a big, brightly displayed flag made of red coats, each stained in old blood, some new and other parts being sown together of other pirates wares and breeches, it was a statement of it's battles while the built it self was that of a typical pirate boat but fatter and it's head crafted in the shape of serpents tale whipping out to the bottom of the sea, scraping the water with the very tip of it, The sides of the ship where huge enough to at least display three long rows of cannons which it soon did as they was drawn out when the crew started moving "Get the cannons incase Black-Wood commands a raid" a crewman shouted out, the very same who was throwing he dices earlier. The belly of Greyon once again sprung to live, the crew was running, the thuds of feat was apparent in the ears of everyone an the ship was making it slow, creeping way to the newly spotted ship.

Black-Wood was at peace in all respect, despite the sounds that were no longer there, this gave him a sense of dissatisfaction but that negative did not override his desire to feel at peace for the moment, the winds whistled along the creaks in his ship while he, himself ignored it when dipping the same emerald into a boy of sugar, lifting up to reveal the sweet dusts being stuck on all of it's sides as it was shining from an odd liquid before being snuffed out by Black-Wood's tongue which creeped from it's abyss behind his bandages and slided against the surface, leaving only his saliva there before dipping it once more into the bowl of sugar. The note rested peacefully on the table, written but not read, it was not time to read it and it was not his to read, instead he just let it sit there while he enjoyed is treat, well was enjoying his treat. Once more his wooden entrance slammed open by the same muscled arms while he was just about to truly relax. He sat there with his one eye on the ground, his hand stuck in position of dipping the diamond in his sugar, his violet orb slowly creeping up to the pirate as he was basically yelled at in the haste "Captain, We've run into another ship, we think it be of pirate origin, we're awaiting orders.." The man stopped there and let his chest slide out and in as he took in a few breathes. Black-Wood immediately stood up with his back straight and his shoulders postured as finely as any gentlemen can posture one self, his eye gaze up and down the man before he simply driftingly lifted his hand and calmly placed the diamond in the bowl as he left his seat "Drian. I'm starting to think you're going to tear my door off with these outbursts...." He said in a half-hearted but indeed serious tone, his one eye frowning slightly at his underling who once again left, although he id it in a much quicker pace that last time. The somewhat mentally misplaced captain continued his way after sliding his other arm down to his belt and drawing out a pistol, waving it up to his side, ready to fire although pointing upwards so he has a better chance of quick drawing due to less movement needing to be committed. His feet thudded against the steps as he went upon the upper decks, all the crew running around him and readying positions at the sides of the ship while others went towards the cannons in the lower deck "Don't get excited.." He yelled out to his men as started to casually walk across the floorboards in his hard, leather boots. A slight wind blew in his ears as silence took place over the frantic attempts to get ready, all now on focused on their captain.


"Now, I did not say we would be shooting anyone, did I? No, no I did not...so, Stay still, stay quiet and let me see who these soft sea pirates are, I am not blowing up a ship who has so many friends that I'll have to worry about another three coming after me just because you lot...are bored..." A sharp silence took other before the shady captain started to walk to the head of the boat near the wheel, spying at the ship in the distance "Tell Peterson to get a flag ready to wave. I need information on the area...oh, and don't let him of the lower decks if they turn out to have women on board.." He said the last part in a fed up tone and with that one of his crew ran off along the scalp of the beast to get his fellow pirate.