Under and After: Life After Death

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Thu Mar 20, 2014 5:51 pm

Let's get started.

You open your eyes and see nothing but stars, bright and beautiful in the inky blackness that surrounds you. A few stray images flash through your mind: a figure wearing all black, a door both foreign and familiar to you, a strange feeling of loss. That last bit strikes a cord. Loss. You've lost something, but you can't remember what. Maybe it's for the best. Whatever that something was, you feel that while you loved it dearly while you had it, it was a very very sad thing.

Who are you? You can't recall. What happened to you? That you think you can remember, sort of. You died. Maybe you should feel sad about that, but nah, no use crying over spilled milk. Especially when you remember absolutely nothing about the milk that you spilled, or how it was spilled, or why.

Before this bad analogy can run even further off the rails, you need to make a decision. You're dead, so now what? What do you want to do with this new afterlife?

Maybe you want to explore this new world you've been thrown into. Or maybe you want to use this second chance of sorts to live an exciting adventure-filled afterlife. Maybe you just want to find out who you were before. Maybe you want to go back, if that's even possible.

Whatever you decide, you're not going anywhere until you choose. Look into your heart. What do you want most?

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Mon Mar 24, 2014 1:33 pm

Lenda. Her name was Lenda. If she focused she could remember something. A flash of a teddy bear, ratty and yellowish white. Faces of people with names that escaped her. Sights , sounds, smells. Lenda knew she was twenty two year old woman with limp brown hair. But everything else just seemed to Float just beyond her reach where her eyes brown or green? Was she fat? Only... What does it really matter? But like the voice said it doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is the here and now. What does she want. Looking into the black abyss around her Lenda shivered.

Well first off she doesn't want to be here where ever here is. The blackness was chilling almost frightening. The only thing she could see was the paleness of her own skin. Her naked flash was a bright beacon in the black hole. Once she wished for a mirror.

Lenda didn't know how long she sat there in the dark. Hours, days, years maybe. But suddenly Lenda didn't want to be here, or there, or wherever she was anymore! She wanted to be in the light, to see herself! She wanted to have fun and adventures and make friends and dance and love! Lenda wanted to do everything . So when that bright light appeared Lenda jumped right through it ready to go to move to be free.

The light was something different, unlike the chilling darkness the light was HOT, burning Lenda. The transition was quick one moment she was sitting in darkness the next she was zapped through the light. The light wasn't forgiving either. It dropped hLenda's naked self onto hard wooden floors. The floor boards beneath her fingers were polished and stained a dark brown. Lenda watched her long thing fingers touch the nearest boar-

WAIT!!!

It took a second for her mind to catch up. Lenda was free! She brought her hands to her faces. The fingers long and thin with jagged nails. She looked at herself took in the wide hips, thick thighs, the scars, the freckles, her missing pinky toes. The downy brown hair on her arms ,legs , and privates. Her fingers traced her face a tall, sharp nose, a wide plump mouth, and pencil thin eyebrows. Her face was round with dimples. She traced her eyes once again wishing for a mirror.

To busy to looking at herself, Lenda didn't observe the room or it's anything any it.

( sorry for any misspells or grammar problems, did this on my phone. I saw this and just had to post to this. Hopefully you aren't displeased or anything.)

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Mon Mar 24, 2014 3:53 pm

The light streaming in from the window before you is near blinding, but as your eyes adjust the room becomes clearer. You find yourself in the center of a spacious and richly decorated chamber. There is a desk and several shelves all stacked high with countless books and maps. In the corner rests a large safe wedged between a large wooden crates and what appears to be an antique wardrobe.

As you get a better grasp on your surroundings, you feel that the room is moving, swaying slightly. You can hear voices from outside, loud and energetic. Behind you is a large door, engraved with an elegant design. This entire space has a notable vibe of fancy-bordering-on-snooty.

Something about the light still flooding the room feels unnatural in a way that you can't yet put your finger on. It's a comforting change compared to the darkness, but it's still not right somehow.

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Mon Mar 24, 2014 7:40 pm

The first thing that Lenda noticed was the mirror. Not the fanciness of the room. Not the safe. No she noticed the mirror first. If you weren't looking for it you would have missed it. The mirror was plain the wood blending in with the wood of the floor and walls, the glass dusty from years of disuse. Maybe it was the inner female in her, which wanted to be vain. Maybe she wanted to be pretty. Maybe she just wanted to make sure she was still….human. All Lenda knew was after sitting in the darkness of the void for who knows how long she just needed to see herself. Touching wasn't the same as looking into the reflection of a mirror.

So with her sets on the mirror Lenda headed over to it. Only it was harder then it seems with the sway of the room. After many times of falling on her ass, Lenda adopted a shuffle walk, she would not pick up her feet just slowly move them across the floor, leaning into every sway of the room. Once she reached the mirror she took a good long look at herself.

Lenda wasn’t breath taking beautiful. She wasn't a thin model, with flawless features. That wasn't her, she was missing her pinky toes, she had a couples pimples, and acne scars on her face. Her body was covered in scrapes, moles, marks, and even scars. One scare was a puncture wound on her leg stood out pink and fresh against its paper white canvas. Lenda was WIDE and tall. She wasn’t fat per say, her stomach was flat with an inny belly button but she would never be thin. She was definitely SHAPELY, VOLUPTUOUS. ‘Built like a coke bottle’ she thought. Her hips were wide and curved dramatically into thick thighs, and slightly thinner calves. Her waist was high and small giving a curve to her sides. Lenda’s bosom and behind matched her body, WIDE, and BIG. Her arms were plump, but her hands and feet where petite compared to her body. The fingers on her hands where long, and thin. Her face was round with obvious dimples. Her mouth was a berry brown that matched the color of her nipples. Lenda’s ears and nose were small with several puncture holes in both. Her hair was a lank mousy brown, which was stringy with frizzy loose waves that feel to her hips. The most notable thing on Lenda was her eyes, big, framed in long ,dark, spiky lashes, but the color themselves was the most interesting thing. They were the color of peanut butter cookies. Soft and brown, speaking of sweet intent, the thin almost none existent eyebrows drew her face together in a way that just made it complete.

Lenda wasn't pretty, or model worthy, but it was something about the rise and fall of her breast as she breathed, the flare of her hips, and big eyes, that drew her in.

She was ashamed she spent a good amount of time posing in the mirror.
It was a rise in the voices outside the door that broke Lenda out of her shoulder shimmies. While Lenda didn’t mind her naked form others might not be quite receptive. So turning back to the fancy room, she set her sights on something to clothe herself. Was that diamond in the mosaic lamps?! Crossing the room carefully to the wardrobe she opened it up.

The wardrobe was huge and made out of decorative dark wood. The contents of well-preserved clothes ranged from Victorian dresses to hooker boots. Hesitantly Lenda reached into the wardrobe; maybe the owner wouldn’t mind her burrowing the clothes.

After trying on a couple items Lenda realized the owner of the wardrobe was several sizes too small for Lenda. She finally decided to wear a night shift that would normally fall to calves that fell to mid-thigh on Lenda, a navy leather corset that she had wedged herself into to not only hold the shit together but keep her ample bosom up. The buttons strained at her thighs, the corset black ribbon was loosely tied in a messy ribbon. Her fifth search in the wardrobe found her a black pair of leather boots that reminded her of pussy and boots. The boots where to big on her small feet, and several pairs of found socks later corrected the problem. Some more digging won Lenda a gold plated hair brush; she felt dirty just touching it. She ran the brush through her hair many times. Lenda swore she heard a snarl as she got stuck in a really vicious tangle.

Deeming herself clothed as she could get, Lenda searched the chambers more before having to face the voices. There was a fine layer of dust over everything, like the chamber hadn't been used in years. The book shelf had titles she hadn’t even heard before; train your dragon, battling vampires, and guide to other worlds. If she could get back in the room Lenda would read some of these….

The maps showed a world called Luma not earth. It wasn't till she found the window that she knew she wasn't in Kansas anymore.

There was three suns….THREE SUNS!!!! After calming down Lenda told herself its better than the void, the light had seemed strange to her because one sun was a glaring red, causing everything to be bathed in intense light. Lenda was definitely on a boat, the sea was a dark raging blue against the pink of the sky.

One last glance to the chamber and a last glance in the mirror, she looked like some hooker pirate…

Lenda was faced the large decorative door, as she neared it she heard the voices grow louder, both deep and masculine, the footsteps came closer to the door. Lenda placed her hand on the door handle and opened the door.

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Mon Mar 24, 2014 8:15 pm

You open the door. Out on the deck, the crew bustles about with clomping footsteps and boisterous voices. The ship is inhabited by men and women alike, plus some who don't look quite human. For some it's only small surface features, such as one man who's skin is heavily marked with blotches of blue almost resembling some sort of enormous birthmark. For others the difference goes a little further, like one shorter crew member who seems to be sporting a set of curled horns. They only just barely acknowledge your presence, with curt nods and distracted waves.

There seems to be some sort of commotion off the the port side. Several of the burlier crew members have a huge net hanging over the side of the ship, plunged in the dark waves below.

"Heave!" they yell all at once, pulling at the net to the rhythm of an unheard beat. "Heave!"

As they chant, more and more of their fellows come to lend a hand. It's a big haul, apparently.

Waves collide roughly with the sides of the ship, spraying the sunbathed deck with icy cold. Caught up in the crowd, you are bumped and turned about by a sea of rushing bodies big and small, either clamoring to the others' assistance or ducking out of the way of an errant splash.

"Heave! Heave!" The suns beat down on their backs and the ship continues to rock.

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Mon Mar 24, 2014 9:08 pm

Not wanting to be useless Lenda joins the crowd of people pulling up the rope. She finds a free spot, plants her feet and pulls with the other. Her small hands are small compared to others. Lenda gets a few looks when she joins in to help. It wasn't what she had been expecting she thinks, as she pulls. She had expected mass panic at her entry. Yet no one had spared her a second glance like she was want to be there. But where was here? Who was she in this new world? As she pulled her eyes focused on the sweaty bodies around her. The people were strange.... She spotted a female with tiger marks and cat ears. A man with fish gills. There where others with purple or even rainbow colored eyes.

After nearly dropping the net the crew finally pulled the net up. Then began the process of moving the net to the kitchens. Five huge giants came and picked up the net and disappeared behind a plain wooden door.

Now with nothing to do see observes the crew. Not sure what to do see just stares out at the sea. Lenda thought for a moment about asking someone what was going on. Or more importantly who was SHE? Who was Lenda in this world?

Trapped in her questions, Lenda gets some looks, but she can't help it. She switches from looking at the crew to the sea. The water was dark, a navy in color.
The waves crashed like angry monsters against a the boats sides.

She smells the salt air and felt the intense heat of three suns.
Where every she was. WHO every she was. At least she wasn't in the void anymore. With that in mind Lenda vowed to make this experience a grand one. She closed her eyes and smelled the fresh air.

Who wouldn't want to be on a cruise?

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Mon Mar 24, 2014 9:37 pm

Over the edge of the ship, out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of a faint golden light glittering in the dark water like a solitary flame. You try to get a closer look but in an instant it is gone again. Maybe it was just your imagination.

The seas seem almost endless, but in the distance there is something, an oblong smudge on the horizon, that very well could be land. As you gaze upon it, a fellow pass anger strays from the crown and settles beside you, his arms folded leisurely and his expression calm and content. He looks fairly ordinary, that is, he looks not dissimilar to you. He is missing a good chunk of his left ear and there is gold hanging around his neck.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He's looking at the water. "The place where we all begin and where we all end. If you look long enough, you can catch sight of new souls passing by on the way to wherever they're all going. After a while, I think everyone here gets a little sick of watching them go by; everyone but the captain and me I guess. But you're a fresh one, yeah? You haven't been here long enough to tire of it."

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:15 pm

Lenda looks at the man next to her, she take in his missing ear. But isn't fazed she's missing toes. Whatever she did before she got here wasn't a nice job. My Turns back to the sea and catches more of the souls. She knows she is dead so this heaven hmm? Not what the book said it would be but she didn't feel bad about it. More adventure for her no?

With out looking at him she says "Lenda." She thinks once again to ask her questions. But something stops her. Maybe she doesn't want to look stupid. She wonders again where is here.

Turning to the stranger she turns her body fully. Leaning against the railing. She eyes him slowly up and down. It's a slow caress. She doesn't know why she does this. It's a practices almost instinctive move for her. She takes in the sun kiss skin, ragged shorts, and sharp. Almost hawk features. She tilts her head to the side. She feels herself almost purr like some please cat at his returned gaze. Lenda pauses what was she a whore in her life? With her body she could believe it. But she'd like to think she was mom, a wife, lived a good life. Lenda focuses back on the man by her side again.

"That's my name. Who might you be?"

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 7:05 am

The man seems taken aback suddenly. His eyes light up. Like, actually light up for a second, like stars.

"You've got a name? Already?" The look on his face is new, unfamiliar, but has an almost childlike brightness. He doesn't wait for your answer, calling back to what of the crew is still above deck. "Hey guys, check this out! The newlydead's got a name!"

A few more crew members bound over, looking just as puzzlingly astounded.

"Aw no fair," says one with a laugh. "I was hear for, what? Two quests? Before I got a proper name."

"Hey, does that mean you remember... you know." adds another.

"We should tell the captain, right?" one asks to no one in particular, looking anxiously to his fellows. "I mean, we really shoulda already, since she's up and about now." He is largely ignored.

For all that you were ignored yourself when you first awoke, you sure are getting attention now.

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 9:12 am

The twilight zone. She is in the twilight zone. Lenda was suddenly feeling very out of place. She really wished she was apart of the pearly gates of heaven, or fuck.... Maybe even those angry blazes of hell. Somewhere that she can say is familiar to her.

Lenda supposed if she wanted to she could remember her past life. Even know bits and peicies where coming back to her now. She would just have to think really hard. During her time in the void, all she had done was think. The more she did that the more she believed that this was a good changed for her. Flashes of polices lights, smoke curling up from red lips, the loud beat of club music. There were a lot of things that Lenda remembered. They weren't ....nice ....

She didn't want to be that Lenda that flashed in her memories, sad, and violent. Blood Thirsty....

Lenda broke out of her trance and looked at the group. She was confused about the name thing. What do they all call themselves then? You? That would confuse her. Why didn't they just make up a name?

"I remember something's....it's all coming back slowly. " As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she hadn't said anything. This again brought attention to herself. The crew started to swarm her with questions.

Why did she suddenly want a smoke now? Oh! How perfect that would be? In the middle of the crowd Lenda wished for something to calm her nerves.

It was perfect timing when a booming voice called out "CAPTAIN ON DECK!!!"

Finally maybe she would get some answers....and a smoke to..

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:17 pm

The captain emerges and the stream of questions and excited babbling instantly ceases. The crew members nod respectively as she passes, an impressive and intimidating figure by anyone's standards. She is tall and has noticeably rough features, but her clothing and jewelry denotes wealth and class. The wide brim of her hat protects her from the glare of the suns but does not mask the haunting milkiness of her one bad eye. There's no eyepatch to complete the image though. What a shame.

The captain moves towards you, and the crew parts without hesitation. Close up, you can see a long, crescent-shaped scar peaking out from under her chin. Contrary to her appearance, when she speaks, her voice is soft and gentle.

"These chatterboxes givin' you trouble, sweetie?" She looks around at the crew, all shrugging and shifting guiltily, and her demeanor shifts. Her features go cold and harsh once more. She raises her voice. "Oi! Don't you lazies have someplace to be! Give her some space!"

The crew scatters like roaches. Before he can join them, the captain reaches out a hand and grabs hold of the one who started it all, the man with the halved ear. You see now that the two of them wear identical gold medallions.

"Sorry about all that," she says to you, all sweetness and smiles again. "I'm Captain Sabre, and this here's my navigator and first mate, North. Welcome aboard The Void-Skimmer. And a bit more broadly, welcome to Under."

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 4:13 pm

Lenda almost sighs in relief, she didn't know how long she could take the questions. The urge for a smoke dissapered.

If that captain was male she would of kissed her! A person who could deal with that rowdy crowd deserved resecpt. In fact she clomped onto the woman with a vice like grip. The captain jumped in shock, patting Lenda on the back awkwardly. For a momment Lenda let herself morn her death, the thing that she lost. She didn't let herself cry, but the events where catching up with her. The questions had promoted a series of bad flashbacks, none of which she wanted to remember.

It was only a momment that Lenda spent in the woman's arms but quickly she managed to pull herself away from the woman.

Squaring her shoulders she meet the gaze of both Sabre and North. "My names Lenda. Thanks for the welcome, I'm happy to be on board and not swimming with the fishes." Then she thought about it added. "I'm not one for ship work but I'm a master in the kitchen...."

It was one of her few redeeming traits, her cooking skills, she had one memory of making soup out of dirt , salt,and grass. Let's just say Lenda wasn't only wide because of her genetics...

Seeing the looks the two where giving her Lenda placed her hands on her hips. " I assure you I won't poison you. I make a mean cheesecake also, have you people tasted Oreo chocolate cheesecake? French chocolate pie? Mine are by far the best!"

Lenda felt the hole she was digging go deeper and deeper. For some reason she felt she had to ramble on. She explained the merits of using baking powder versus baking soda to the many posions you could slip in food. How she knew this was beyond her, apparently in her bleak life her one true passion had been food.

The crew had stopped what they where doing to look at her in amusement.

Lenda stopped her rambling. "...um...I just like to cook."

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 5:08 pm

The captain blinks, then barks a loud, shoulder-shaking laugh. "Well great! Looks like we got a gal who knows what she wants, yeah? You'll fit right in here."

She shakes your hand firmly as she says this and the look in her eyes-- well, eye-- is so certain you could very easily believe it. Then North pipes up.

"Captain, listen, she's got a name." he says with urgency. "As in, a living name. When did you say you fished her out of the void?"

Captain Sabre snorts and jostles the man's shoulder teasingly. "Oh please, you're gonna have to try harder than that." She turns to you. "Me and this one got a longstanding bet about whether or not he'll ever be able to outdo my storytelling skills. Looks like he got the whole crew goin'! Bunch of children they are."

North frowns. "Lay off, I'm telling the truth. Even you said she showed up under weird circumstances."

She shrugs. "So I did," she concedes with a mutter. "Practically jumped up onto the boat. Never seen a soul so eager to be grounded. Doesn't mean a thing though. No way, no how."

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 5:39 pm

Linda's eyebrows crease. "Why would it matter if I remember my name? It's Lenda Marie Johnson?"

The captain gets quite. The whole ship gets quite. She swears that the water calms, and the sun even dims. The only place with equal quietness was the void...

Maybe it is a big deal?

The captain once again barks at the crew to get back to work. Sabre and
North both turn to each other talking in hushed tones. Lenda picks up some of the conversation.

"....that just isn't done!"

"You think she's...."

"Never heard of such a...."

After the speech stops the captain and her first make make conversation with their eyes. A nod here, a eyebrow raise there.

Finally both turn back to Lenda.

Captain Sabre plasters a small smile on her face but it doesn't reach her eyes, and North face is screwed up in a frown eyes looking out at the sea.

"Well how about we but you to work." Captain says she looks at the crew and points at a young boy with pink hair.

"Cabin boy show the new girl to the kitchens tell cook here's a helping hand!"

The boy nods and walks over to Lenda. "This way miss."

Lenda turns to the captain. "what about my questions?"

The captain just smiles. "We'll talk later."

As she follows the boy under deck she wonders when later will come, will it every come?

In the kitchens the cook an over weight man with that had tusks like a walrus and a beard to match. Cook was a nice main and was happy for the help. He set Lenda to cleaning up the fish, as she gutted one purple fish that looked similar to salmon. Cook told her stories of his life.

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 6:31 pm

You take to the ship's kitchen like a fish to water, which is a weird thing to think while you're gutting actual fish but it's no less true. By the time the suns-- well, not so much set as shed their light away. They darken, shrinking one at a time like a fading flame about to go out. What kind of sun does that? Anyway, by the time the suns begin to dim and their lights disperse you've figured out a few things about the ship.

You learn that gossip is quite common among the crew, but considering the earlier events that really isn't much of a surprise. The cook keeps the conversation light and lively with stories of his life and especially his time aboard The Void-Skimmer, a vessel which apparently got its name for sailing the more dangerous seas, the dark waters ripe with Void where shining souls swam alongside the fish on their way to their final destination. This had marked the crew as the daredevils of this providence, sailing with the unknown.

It seems besides gossiping, the crew enjoys telling grand tales of fantasy and adventure, though in this place it's hard to say what is fiction and what is not. Nobody, you learn, tells a better tale than the captain though. Nobody.

The captain herself is a somewhat enigmatic but still highly revered and very much trusted leader. She likes to tell stories about just about everything and everyone but herself, or so says the crew.

As night falls, the cabin boy comes calling, announcing that the captain is waiting for you at the head of the ship. He tells you to go at your leisure, because she tends to spend all night out there anyway. Like North had said earlier, she has quite the love of these dangerous seas, Void and all.

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 7:02 pm

Lenda not one for waiting made her way to the captain.

Lenda paused.

This was her first time seeing night in this world. The sky was an inky black with two twin full moons in the sky. Stars twinkled in the sky. What was different was the water. During the day the dark inky depts of the void concealed all, but at night the souls light the water like a underground lanter. The gold color of the souls clear the water. Lenda could now see all the way done to the bottom of the sea. Souls and fish swim leisurely around each other. She noticed whales ,dolphins, even a jelly fish or two.

How pretty.

"Yes it's beuatiful isn't it?"

Lenda turn to look at the captain. She had found herself to the captains side. The golden glow of the sea giving the captain an other worldly appearance.

Lenda and the captain watched the waters.

"Where are we?" Lenda asked after the silence stretched on.

"The under. It's where souls go after death. Some are born here some aren't." Sabre grunts.

Lenda's mine runs with questions to ask but no where to start.

"Why is it important I know my name? Where is this ship going? Why is there people with purple skin?" The questions rush out her mouth one after the other.

Lenda is finally getting her questions answered!

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 8:35 pm

The corner of Sabre's mouth quirks upward amusedly. "Easy, girl. It's natural to be confused. The Escorts are really the ones who are supposed to initiate you and such, but they been slackin' more and more these days." She hums her disapproval. "Looks like yours did an especially slapdash job. The Escorts, the ones that lead souls away from the living world down to Under, they're supposed to wipe all your living memories, ya see? Give you a fresh start.

"The name thing's got everyone a bit rattled. There's no reason you should be able to remember that. None of us can. We all earn our names. Mine's Sabre because, well," She draws a long, thin sword from the sheath holstered to her hip, just enough so that you can see the gleam of the blade before sliding it back in.

"Some remember more than others, and they look mostly the same in death as they did in life, but for most it's just bits and pieces put together as best they can. Some people have to make up stuff to fill the gaps. They can't remember what their skin was like, for instance, but they remember their favorite color and when their soul comes aground it just... happens.

"I don't know why you are the way you are, and I can't say I'm not curious, but souls don't just pop up at random. Don't know why, don't know how, but every newlydead gets where they're meant to be, so you must be meant to be here.

"As for where we're going," She smiles, as if remembering some old inside joke, and point to that distant land mass on the horizon, closer now than before. "There. Home sweet home. We'll dock for a week or so to stock up on supplies and look for work. There's always someone lookin' for us to somethin' for them, ya know? We're a dirty work sort of crew, and the people in Licentia always got some dirty work to be done."

RahRadio14 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **RahRadio14** on Tue Mar 25, 2014 9:05 pm

Lenda stared at her captain. Yes Sabre was HER captain now. She her mind had made the choice before she had even known. She had been here for only a day but she knew deep inside that this was the place for her. She'd get her adventure, friendship and fun here. On a pirate ship there was bound to be loads of fun.

She had plenty more questions like where is her escort? Did she every get to meet he or she? But she decided to hold those to herself. She let herself enjoy the company of her captain. Sabre told her some more stories that had Lenda laughing. She really was a good story teller.

All good things must come to a end though. Too soon Lenda was yawning.

Captain Sabre just chuckled. "Head to sleep kid, the bunks are past the kitchen."

At Lenda's questioning look.

Sabre continued. "The room you woke up in was most likely the storage room, the ship is large enough and probably magical enough to give everyone there own room, but the bunks build kinship between the crew. Being forced to sleep close to your sweaty ship mates helps also."

Lenda nodded. She didn't know how sharing a bed with another would help but when in Rome right? Besides if she heard right earlier today it was the captain who fished her out of that void. Lenda wasn't sure if she could be put back there. Best not to anger you betters.

So with no complaint Lenda went in search for the bunks. It was easy to locate with all the loud snoring. Lenda pushed open the door to the room and found it filled with all arrangements of sleeping equipment. The room was huge and covered wall to wall was the crew bodies squashed into cots, hammocks, futons, sofas, pillows, blankets. The floor was made of soft plush carpets.
It seemed that people just fell asleep anywhere Lenda observed a guy who had just dropped onto the floor.

Looking around the room she spotted a spot between two cat eared twin girls and the cabin boy she met earlier the group was swing softly in a hammock close to the ground. Slowly and quietly Lenda creeped toward the group with skill she didn't know she had she nimbly climbed over the cabin boy and nestled into the free spot. The heat of the people around her sheltered her from the chills. The three people around her didn't stir only snuggling into Lenda's form.

As Lenda closed her eyes she smiled to her self a beautiful smile in the dark of the room. This feeling of kinship....this is what she had wanted...

Hellbreaker · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hellbreaker** on Wed Mar 26, 2014 10:27 am

Dark....so..so dark.....Wait...Lights?Yes...little stars.Shining stars...What happened? Ah...memories....a wooden bokken...Laughing faces...a trophy.."You're a real wolf, buddy. Beating the champion like that!!Figures....all that training..."A voice asking what the young man wants...Yelling...screaming...maddened laughter..a loud boom and a flash.oh god...the pain..THE PAIN!!

The young man, around the age of 17, wakes up in a dark room, gapsing and clutching his chest,sorrounded by swords and armor.He realizes he's naked, and his head sinks in mortification. The young man was slender, but obviously powerful, with a vast amount of scars, the most prominent being a large, star shaped one in the middle of his chest. He had spiky grey hair, and golden amber eyes.He looks around for something to wear, then chooses a light, armored and hooded vest, a pair of armored boots, and a baggy pair of pants. Putting his new clothes on, he's drawn to a katana-esque sword. It was obvious high quality. Picking it up, he instictfully falls into a ready stance."I...remember...training...but not my name..nor my family, or anything else about my life..why?" Sighing, he shrugs, putting on the back sheath, and sliding his new weapon into it.He remembers what the voice had called him"I suppose..my new name is Wolf.."He feels the floor underneath him moving."I'm on a ship?"

Inspector-Storyhead · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inspector-Storyhead** on Wed Mar 26, 2014 1:47 pm

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The wind picks up during the night and by morning The Void-Skimmer is coming up on a port in Licentia, home of rogues and ruffians. The captain is obviously glad to be home, though her first mate is noticeably less enthused.

The ship docks and the resounding cry of "all hands on deck!" draws you and your fellows up to the main deck. You look out over the island city. A grayness hangs over the land, a dark fog not shaken by the blustery breeze, but it doesn't seem to bother any of the residents who bustle around below.

Around the harbor you catch sight of several figures dressed all in black, almost like mourners; some with black suits, some with long black coats, some with black dresses; all different, but all pitch black. It produces an eerie effect but yet again no one seems to pay it any mind.

Several other ships are docked in the harbor. Everyone seems to be going about their business rather peacefully, more or less. It looks like there's a little scuffle between one of those darkly-dressed figures and the captain of a much larger ship docked nearby.

Captain Sabre leads the crew in descending onto the docks. A few of the group scuttle off to one of the many local pubs. Some head to the shops. Some, mainly North and the cabin boy plus a couple others you recognize from the bunks, loyally opt to stick with the captain. The cook chooses to stay aboard, taking this rare opportunity to have free reign of the ship and clean the rotting food from storage in peace.

The fog succeeds in protecting you from the morning heat a bit, but you still sweat, sticking slightly to the fabric of your borrowed clothes.

@Hellbreaker

You feel the ship jerk beneath you, coming to a sudden stop it seems, or maybe a sudden start. It's hard to tell. The room is stuffy and warm and the floor and walls appear to be made of some sort of thin metal, light enough to stay afloat but heavy enough to protect against attack. There is a door, bolted shut from the inside. Whoever put you in here wanted you to stay put, but apparently not enough to consider that locking the door wouldn't do any good if you were inside it. That was pretty dumb.

There is noise outside, very muffled due to the heavier walls but still audible. There are footsteps, loud footsteps, not coming closer or going farther from here but pacing back and forth just outside the door. Some sort of guard maybe? Okay, so maybe whoever put you in here wasn't as dumb as all that.

The idea of being trapped brings an involuntary growl up in the back of your throat. That's new, but then so is all of this.

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