Snippet #832571

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