Karona Ocean

"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.

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