The Broken Trident

Galeon found himself in a familiar, yet a foreign place. People running and screaming around him as the world around them slowly burned. Ships soared through the air and rained destruction blindly onto the world below. Great titans and beast made of metal fought with thunderous force. "Why...." this was the only word that Galeon was capable of forming. Yet that one word had so many questions entangled within it. Why, is this happening? Why, am I seeing this? Why, do I keep coming here? Why, me? A deafening roar came rumbling from one of the titans as it fell, before a large explosion came tearing towards him.

As the flames enveloped him, his eyes tore open. A sigh of relief left his lungs as he found himself in his quarters. It took him a moment realize he had fallen asleep at his desk. He had spent most of the night looking over maps they have taken from there last raid that outlined the new trade routes being used by the Neptune Federation along with a few patrol routes. A burnt out candle sat on the corner of his desk, some wax had made its way onto his desk and hardened at some point.

Slowly pushing himself from his table still slightly a sleep. He reached for his cutlasses that hung along with his belt off the wall and strapped them around his waste before exiting his room. Once on deck he took a moment to breath in the salty morning air, a sensation he feels will never get old. The sun was particularity warm today and the ocean was quiet. Normally he would say it was going to be a calm day but he knew better than to jinx fate. Taking a moment to scan the ship and see his crew hard at work, he thought to himself how selfish he must be to use all of them to get what he wanted. But in the end they all had there reasons for being here so maybe it was him who was being used.

Silently he stood by a railing and watched the ocean around him, allowing his thoughts to drift and reflect on his dreams.

Katlyn Delmore, known as 'Doc' by the majority of the Broken Trident's crew, pulled herself back over the railing and onto the deck. For a few minutes she spent her time twisting and squeezing her hair over the edge of the ship to lessen the amount of sea-water in her white locks from her morning swim. It had been refreshing as any other time and, as proof, she still held a content smile on her lips. Today was a good day so far. She hadn't seen many sharks, tclose to the ship anyway, and no sea monsters lurked within their current area. Though, they were known to be some of the more sly creatures of the seas, and often snuck up when you least expect it. They were easy enough to take care of sometimes, as long as you knew how and had all the equipment needed.

A crew member hurried up to her with a rag as he'd been ordered to before she had jumped overboard when the sun began to show itself. With a nod of thanks and a dismissive wave Katlyn took the merchant-bought fabric and used it to drie her hair out more, then began drying the flesh of hers that was showing as well as pressing it to the clothes she wore to retain decency while swimming. It was a long skirt, one that wouldn't fan out but also chosen because it wouldn't rip when she changed between formed, then as a top she wore a simple black tank top, which had been a long-sleeved shirt only a week ago.

"You there, no not you. You. I don't know your name. You've not been a patient of mine, how would I? Anyway, you know the medic bay? Yes? Good. I need you to go and fetch something for me." She paused to stretch and groaned when her back popped several times before she continued. "When you enter, look to your right. You'll see a desk, on that desk is a folded pile of dry clothing. Go get it. Thanks."

As the pirate hurried away, she continued drying herself before she spotted Captain Galeon and made her way over. With the towl draped over her shoulders and her hands weaving her hair into a wet braid, she greeted him, "Morning, Captain. Hope I'm not interupting anything." She studied him over, as had become a habit to assess his health. Spotting red marks on his face, she gave a small amused smile and gently touched her fingertips to the deeper red one on his forehead, trying to guess if it would bruise, "Fell asleep at your desk again, sir?"

Nimethel was currently at the helm, keeping the ship on course to its next destination. Of course, she'd lashed the helm with a length of rope in order to take advantage of that sweet, sweet sunshine for a spell, leaning on the stern railings and gazing at the horizon through half-closed eyes. The sound of something being hauled out of the sea roused Nim from her reverie, and when she went to see what it was it turned out to be the ship's doctor coming back aboard after a swim. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Making her way back to the helm, Nimethel glanced at her compass to check that the ship hadn't deviated too far from its original heading. Just then, she saw the captain himself come up on deck, awake at last. Katlyn promptly went over to check on him like a mother hen. The cat-woman waved to Galeon from her vantage point up at the helm, standing by in case he wished to speak with her.

Closing his eyes for a second seemingly enjoying a cool breeze, only to opening them to find the good doctor Katlyn questioning him about his sleeping habits. A small sigh moved passed his lips as he gave a short but polite answer. "Yes." Taking a quick moment to scan the ship to make sure everything in order. Near the helm he saw his first mate Antonia Flynn or better known as Toni to the crew, she was seemingly keeping her self amused with the ships navigator, Nimethel. Things seemed lively on the ship today, which honestly made Gale happy, not that he would ever admit. His crew seemed happy and for now that was fine, for happy days will not always be here. "It's quiet out there today." he spoke absently. "Well Miss Delmore would you care to accompany as I address the crew." Not one to wait for a reply he began moving towards the helm.

"Having fun?" He questioned to his second in command and navigator. Gale gave them a cold gaze but truly didn't mean any harm by it. "Toni, how is the crew doing? Are we in need of supplies?"

'They are near, they are hunting you. RUN. Land is safe.' An all to familiar voice clawed at the back of his mind, causing his eyes to widen ever so slightly. "Nimethel, change or course to the nearest port. I don't care which one."

Katlyn nodded in answer to Galeon's comment on the quiet, then again when he asked her to accompany him before following beside him quietly as he went through with something done daily. She thought it was funny, still, how she'd actually grown accustomed to living amongst those on the ship. The pirate she'd sent for her clothing returned then and she thanked him silently before holding the clothing under the crook of her arm to wait for the captain to finish speaking before she would change. Suddenly, she spotted the changes in Galeon and pursed her lips into a thin like.

She knew what was happening, any that were as in tune with the ocean as she was would be able to feel what Galeon was just by looking at him. She herself had never heard the oceans speak, she couldn't hear the voices it whispered in. She could only feel it and try to interperet from there. But for that, she'd have to be submerged in order to do so. Without contact, she could do nothing but watch for signs from the Captain or the creatures below.

She pulled on the pair of breeches under her skirt quickly and smoothly (having had plenty of practice) then she pulled the skirt off and slipped her usual blouse over her wet tank top, then the corset over that, and then quickly weaved her still-wet hair into a braid. The boots were still in her cabin so she'd have to go bare-foot for now, not that she minded. Still, through this, the case of her Captain's sleep was on her mind and she turned to face the opposite way of him before speaking quietly into his ear, "If you ever need something for sleep or bad dreams, I'm sure I could whip something up for you. I'll be in my cabin for now, readying for the trip on land."

Katlyn then gave him a discreet, meant-to-be-comforting pat on the back before heading off to get ready for docking as she said she would. The wet skirt dragged behind her unceremoniously. Really, her dislike for the item clothing type couldn't be more obvious as she allowed it to collect dirt.

With her eyes looking towards the prow of the ship, Nim was quite unprepared for getting pounced on by the last person she expected, the first officer. It was bad enough having a clingy scarf who was bored to tears, but for Toni to be doing such a thing right where everyone could see them - captain included - made Nimethel's cheeks flush with embarrassment. The navigator did her best to shake Antonia off, her tail lashing irritably. "If you see land then that'll give you a clue," she told the woman.

It was at that moment that Galeon told Nimethel to change course. She'd felt a certain premonition about today the night before, but if this was it then it had come a little sooner than Nim expected. Regardless, the catgirl gave a nod of acknowledgement before taking a look at her map and adjusting the course accordingly. "Aquamarine Isle's the closest port, captain," she called down. "Won't take us long." It was also a fairly neutral port too, in case they needed to lie low from the Federation for a little while.

Of course, there was still the matter of a certain someone being bored out of their mind, and Nim didn't fancy being almost throttled again, so perhaps it would be best to provide a little light entertainment. It would certainly help stop Nimethel herself from being so tense right now. The navigator racked her brains for a good story to tell, settling on an old favourite of hers. "Let's see... Did I ever tell you the story of the legendary Amani bear warriors?" she began. "It goes like this..."

Galeon sighed as the ship changed course. The voices that rang in the confines of his mind always warned him impending danger, mostly when the federation was around. Of course he rarely tells people of this aspect of his power for it, for it might make him seem crazy.

He glanced at his navigator as she went on to tells another story to the easily bored first mate. "When you two are done, I would like to discuss what to do once we make land. I also need to go over the next raid with you." Quietly he moved from the two and motioned to the good doctor to follow him. "Since we have yet to find a decent cook. I would very much like for you to make me something doctor. That is if you are not to busy at the moment."

Katlyn came to a full pause, having been stopped in her tracks by her captain's words. She wasn't upset though, far from it. The captain had her with the first sentence he spoke to her, knowing full well where this was going. So, with a grin, she tossed her wet skirt to another deckhand with the order to take it to her living quarters, then turned on her heel back to follow Galeon. "No, not really. As I said, I was going to my cabin if I weren't needed. Seein' as you wish something to be cooked up, I'm plenty happy ta help." She moved to his side, a sort of spring in her step. Despite the hitch in the day causing them to go to land, today was startiing off quite well. No unpleasant surprises during her swim, the captain wasn't yet stirred into anger, and now she was to take to the herbs and fire. Yes, this morning was a good start indeed.

With a happy, content sigh and continuous smile, she spoke to her comrade, "So, what do ya have in mind. I'll make what I can with what we have." With that she also realized that perhaps this trip to land might not be so bad, you could never be too well-prepared with supplies.