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"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.
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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.
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