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Athena Du Croix

I know my destiny but it is not my quest to find it.

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a character in “The Fountain”, as played by TheSpaceInBetween

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Name: Athena Du Croix
Age: Unknown, Apears to be late twenties, no one knows.
Personality: cautious at best, hold herself on high guard all the time. She fights her own battles.
Gear: Bag of coins (Never used or shown) Cutlass that only she can weild, Pistol with the same characteristics. She cannot explain it herself but she is very protective of her items and will fight anyone who attempts to take them. She hold a vast knowledge of the seas and nautical charts and claims to have sailed with many pirate including pirate lords.

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Athena Du Croix's Story

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Michael stood, arms crossed, looking at the woman his men had dragged up from the sea. He remembered the rush of activity when she had been spotted. By rights, no one in the water should have survived that storm. Hell, the ship barely made it through, but something in the back of his mind told him to bring her on board. He knew his men wanted to protest, after all, it was bad luck to have a woman on board a ship, but they knew better than to disobey orders. If his men were good for anything, it was that they were loyal and obedient. Michael laughed to himself. He made his men sound like a dog. Well, some of them acted like it, but that was besides the point.

He had been as surprised as anyone that she was still alive. Unconscious, but alive. Michael deftly removed her gear from around her waist. The last thing he wanted was a woman holding a sword to his throat. He inspected her cutlass. Odd, he thought as he looked back at the woman. She was clearly soaked from head to foot. But there was no water damage to her blade. The salt should have marked the blade, but no, it was as clean as the day it was made. Her pistol was the same. The water should have rendered it useless, but despite a jammed hammer, it all seemed fine. He looked back over to the woman, who was still unaware of the world around her. He placed the cutlass and pistol on the desk. The pouch had some weight to it. He opened it and poured the contents into his hand. A handful of coins fell into his hand, but they weren't like any coins he'd seen in his travels. So she was foreign then? That was the only explanation he could come up with that made any sense. Maybe she was from some far off land that Michael hadn't found yet. A one that had odd money and made weapons that couldn't be ruined by water. If that was the case, then she needed to wake up and help him set course for this magical land. Until then, though, he had to keep watch over her and make sure his men didn't try anything untoward while he wasn't looking. They might be pirates, but he'd be damned if they weren't gentlemen.

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She was in water at least her mind was, her body..Athena couldn't say. She hadn't arrived yet, she was more or less stuck in that strange place that was neither sleep nor dreaming. Blissfully aware of your body feeling nothing but your mind full of fear and knowing that something was wrong.

She floated for a while but the vision before her eyes seemed to land and she was running again, her bare feet slamming against the damp forest floor running towards a blue ethereal light, but it hurt so much the closer she got. A wave of mist forced her onto her back hard and that was when she woke up.

Athena coughed and spluttered spitting out a mouthful of sea water, she struggled to get onto her side where she coughed up the rest of the water that had been collected in her lungs for days. That storm was terrible, she had been flung overboard into the thrashing sea. The vessel left her for dead probably thinking she was somewhere else, now she was no where closer. At least she was back on the ship.

He coughing stop and she simply lay on the deck for a while, trying to bring back some of her energy. She was so tired, cold and wet from the sea water, placing a hand on her hip to check her coins and weapons. They weren't there. Gone!

Her head lifted up sharply and she looked around, she didn't recognise any of these men. Pushing up on her hands she sat up face full of confusion, head spinning as a thousand and one questions raced into her mind. Mainly one " Where are..my things?" She asked looking to the men gathered around her like she was a prize cow.

The men didn't answer they stayed silent, she gripped onto a rope and hoisted herself up, her legs were like stone. Glancing around she saw her weapons on a table as well as her coins. Stumbling to the desk she placed her hands on the table " Might I have my things back?" She asked tilting her head to the side her soaking wet hair weighing her head down.

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Michael heard coughing behind him. His second, a small, narrow faced man James, looked between him and the woman. Michael dismissed him with a wave of his hand. The woman rose slowly, patting her waist and hips. She looked around, panicked for a moment. Michael moved closer to her affects, effectively blocking her path to them. "Where are..my things?"

She pulled herself up and Michael watched her as she stumbled forward. "Sit down." he said quietly. Still she stumbled to the desk, resting her hands on the top and tilting her head to the side. "Might I have my things back?"

Michael put an arm across her and gently, but firmly, led her back to the bed. "You can have them back once you've answered some questions." He pulled up a chair and sat opposite her. He studied her for a moment. She was certainly pretty. Prettier than most women found out on the waters. The pretty ones were usually left back home, weeping on the beaches or whatever women did when their men went to sea. He didn't know. He had never been an expert on women and courtship. His interactions with women usually involved coin exchanging hands.

"Let's start with the basics. Who are you and how did you end up in the water?"

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Athena watched carefully as the man stood, putting a gentle arm around her leading back to the bed. " You can have them back once you've answered some questions" Athena was surprised at his apparent kindness, for a captain he certainly looked like the grade. Scruffy but rugged in a handsome sort of way, she had a lot of dealings with captains most tried to make advances on her but they were gentleman in their own way, most of them anyway. She sat down wincing as her body screamed in protest in sitting down, complaining of lack of rest even if she had been floating in the water for days.

Watching as he pulled up a chair, Athena looked at him for a moment as he spoke.

" Let's start with the basics. Who are you and how did you end up in the water?"

Athena sighed softly running a hand through her damp hair, " Well my name is Athena...Athena Du Croix. I was on the Howl Of The Rose, sailing with Captain Francios Valor. A Captain with no sense and complete refusal to listen to instructions. We went into the storm he fought against it which he shouldn't have, the sea fought back and I got thrown overboard. Now he is somewhere else, and since you saved my life I will help you." She explained putting her hand on her chest and gesturing to him.

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"Well my name is Athena...Athena Du Croix. I was on the Howl Of The Rose, sailing with Captain Francios Valor. A Captain with no sense and complete refusal to listen to instructions. We went into the storm he fought against it which he shouldn't have, the sea fought back and I got thrown overboard. Now he is somewhere else, and since you saved my life I will help you."

Michael smiled to himself at her description of Captain Valor. He'd never worked with the man per se, but they had encountered one another from time to time. From their brief encounters, Michael had found Francois to be stubborn and reckless. There was no doubt that being the captain of a band of pirates involved a certain level of recklessness, madness almost, but Francois seemed to enjoy gambling with the lives of his crew. Poor bastards. It was a miracle they lasted this long without getting themselves killed. A few of his own men were defectors from Francois's crew.

"Francois was always a fool," he said quietly before turning to Athena, "Very well, Miss Du Croix. I am Michael Pentaghast, the Captain of The Ambassador. I'm afraid we won't be making land for another few days, a fortnight at most. Until then, you are our guest and I'll see that you are treated as such." Michael rose from his seat and gathered her affects. "One more question," he held up the pouch. "The coins. Where are they from?" Where are you from was the question he wanted to ask, but she had been in the sea for at least two days. That was the last storm he remembered seeing. She needed rest and not a strange pirate asking her personal questions.

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"Francois was always a fool,"

Athena couldn't help but laugh gently at his comment, he was right and it was a mistake she ended up on his ship. She watched as he spoke introducing himself. "Very well, Miss Du Croix. I am Michael Pentaghast, the Captain of The Ambassador. I'm afraid we won't be making land for another few days, a fortnight at most. Until then, you are our guest and I'll see that you are treated as such."

Athena watched carefully as he stood gathering her things from the desk. "One more question," he held up the pouch. Athena already knew what question was coming. Yet she still quirked her eyebrows. "The coins. Where are they from?"

She stood up walking over to him taking the pouch off him, emptying the blue tinted coins into her hand, making sure they were all there. " The coins are from an island called ' Insula Tempestas" or Storm Island. Mysterious place, it only appears in heavy storms as long as you know how to get there. " she paused as she spun one of the coins on the desk, it never moved just stayed there spinning rapidly. " of course finding the island is nothing, it's what you have to do when you get there. The coins show you the way. But you need a map for it to work, otherwise it's pointless..." She explained looking over to him.

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"The coins are from an island called ' Insula Tempestas" or Storm Island. Mysterious place, it only appears in heavy storms as long as you know how to get there." Athena spun one of the coins on the desk. Michael watched the coin as it spun. And spun. The coin kept its speed as though it had forgotten how to stop. "Of course finding the island is nothing, it's what you have to do when you get there. The coins show you the way. But you need a map for it to work, otherwise it's pointless..."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "So you need a map to find a magic island that can only be found during a storm?" he asked, slightly skeptical as to the truth of her story. It had to be a fairy tale. The salt water must have addled her brain. Everyone knew the Insula Tempestas were a myth wrapped up in legend. If they were real, they would have been found by now. Found and ransacked. There would be nothing to find but half-calcified remains of what once was. His gaze fell to the sword and pistol. Maybe they came from the islands? No, he chided himself, that was ridiculous. If the islands were real, what else would be real? Sirens? Mermaids? The Kraken? No, a line had to be drawn somewhere. "Ok," Michael held his hand up, "assuming that it exists, assuming that, I can help with maps. This is a ship, we wouldn't get far without them." Michael crossed his arms. "The problem is the weather. At this time of year, the seas are usually calm, hence the number of ships that are out. The storm a few days ago was a freak one. It'll probably be weeks, months even, until the next storm."

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Michael raised an eyebrow. "So you need a map to find a magic island that can only be found during a storm?" he asked, slightly skeptical as to the truth of her story. Athena was used to this by now, people didn't belive her until they learnt of her knowledge of the chain of islands and what they posses.

Athena simply nodded in agreement and waited for him to speak again. "Ok," Michael held his hand up, "assuming that it exists, assuming that, I can help with maps. This is a ship, we wouldn't get far without them.The problem is the weather. At this time of year, the seas are usually calm, hence the number of ships that are out. The storm a few days ago was a freak one. It'll probably be weeks, months even, until the next storm."

Athena smiled softly and spoke " The map is for your benefit rather than mine, I've already seen the island. You will need someone to navigate you through the storm to the island, I can be of assistance. I can alter your maps to correct headings, I've seen a lot of nautical charts Mr Pentaghast and sailed with many captains. I remember everything I see and hear. I only know how to get to this island, the next ones are a haze of sorts until the next location is shown. It depends Captain if you really want to commit yourself to this quest...." She put her hand over the coin halting its spinning and putting it back into her couch.

" or you can let me go when you next make land and you'll never see me again." She added leaning back into the chair.

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"The map is for your benefit rather than mine, I've already seen the island. You will need someone to navigate you through the storm to the island, I can be of assistance. I can alter your maps to correct headings, I've seen a lot of nautical charts Mr Pentaghast," Captain, Michael mentally corrected her, "and sailed with many captains. I remember everything I see and hear. I only know how to get to this island, the next ones are a haze of sorts until the next location is shown. It depends Captain if you really want to commit yourself to this quest...." Athena took a coin from the desk and put it back in her purse.

"Or you can let me go when you next make land and you'll never see me again."

Michael folded his arms and leaned against the desk. "You come aboard my ship and tell me about a magic island that can only be found in a storm and by those who know where it is. Your weapons are unspoiled by the water and your coins are like nothing I've ever seen. You tell me my maps are inaccurate and then you think I'm about to let you walk off my ship the next time we make dock?" Michael smiled. "I'm afraid you've piqued my interest, Miss, I'd like to commit to this mad quest of yours. But what you do when we make land is your choice."

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Athena watched as his face seemed to change into a look of interest as his arms folded and he leaned against the desk.

"You come aboard my ship and tell me about a magic island that can only be found in a storm and by those who know where it is. Your weapons are unspoiled by the water and your coins are like nothing I've ever seen. You tell me my maps are inaccurate and then you think I'm about to let you walk off my ship the next time we make dock?" Michael smiled and Athena replied with her own toothy grin. "I'm afraid you've piqued my interest, Miss, I'd like to commit to this mad quest of yours. But what you do when we make land is your choice."

Athena ran a hand through her hair, it was much drier now a little stiff because of the salt from the sea, she would brush it out or soak it in some fresh water later on. She kept her smooth smile as she spoke. " Well it shall be an interesting quest indeed. You may call me Athena if you'd prefer Captain. I'm not really one for last names. I will alter your maps if you like and point your vessel in the right direction. I can't explain my weapons, I just know that they are very special and can't be handled by others. My pistol doesn't work for them" she explained.

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"Well it shall be an interesting quest indeed. You may call me Athena if you'd prefer Captain. I'm not really one for last names. I will alter your maps if you like and point your vessel in the right direction. I can't explain my weapons, I just know that they are very special and can't be handled by others. My pistol doesn't work for them."

"Your pistol doesn't work for other people?" Michael echoed her words and nodded. "I suppose that's handy if you get disarmed." Michael walked over to his shelves and pulled down rolls of maps. He placed them on the desk and unrolled them one by one, studying them carefully. When he was done, he handed a small bundle of them to Athena. "Those are the ones of the surrounding area. Good a place as any to start I suppose." He eyed Athena's pistol. "I don't suppose there's more of those pistols on your magic island? Because, I'm not gonna lie, that would be stupendous."

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"Your pistol doesn't work for other people?"

Athena smiled at his almost disbelief a lot of people didn't believe her when she told them, though they found out pretty quick from the lack of firing. The sword was similar it weighed heavy with every strike, getting even more like swinging a boulder until it was dropped. "I suppose that's handy if you get disarmed." Michael walked over to his shelves and pulled down rolls of maps. He placed them on the desk and unrolled them one by one, studying them carefully. When he was done, he handed a small bundle of them to Athena. "Those are the ones of the surrounding area. Good a place as any to start I suppose." He eyed Athena's pistol. "I don't suppose there's more of those pistols on your magic island? Because, I'm not gonna lie, that would be stupendous."

Athena couldn't help but chuckle softly as she looked over the maps, shaking her head. " I don't think so, not that I can remember the island is a haze. The sword is similar, but instead I'm told it grows heavier the longer someone wields it until it is dropped." She explained as she started to quickly amend the maps, adding islands. It took a few minutes but she turned around the map to show Micheal.

" Before I was thrown off the ship, Captain Valor made a stop at a island, where he keeps weapons, ammo rum you name it. We need to head this way past this chain of islands, Siren Valley. If we get past them the storm should hit, and I will guide you to the island. Have you dealt with Siren's before? If not I can assist." She explained running her fingers over the map.

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"I don't think so, not that I can remember the island is a haze. The sword is similar, but instead I'm told it grows heavier the longer someone wields it until it is dropped." Athena was silent while she made amendments to the maps. After a moment, she turned the maps around so Michael could see them. She mapped the path with her fingers as she spoke. " Before I was thrown off the ship, Captain Valor made a stop at a island, where he keeps weapons, ammo rum you name it. We need to head this way past this chain of islands, Siren Valley. If we get past them the storm should hit, and I will guide you to the island. Have you dealt with Siren's before? If not I can assist."

Michael would be a liar if he said the sirens didn't concern him. He'd dealt with them many times and had managed to understand how they worked and, more importantly, how to resist them. It was the crew he worried about. There were a fair few who had never even seen a picture of a siren, never mind dealt with a real one, particularly the younger members of his crew. He didn't relish the thought of losing any of them, but especially not to sirens. That was a particularly nasty way to go.

"I have, but some of the newer lads haven't. You might want to prepare them for what's ahead. Nasty bastards they are."