Nimethel Arwen's Story

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 feel, 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. His first step outside the room came with a loud squeak of the floor boards alerting many of the crew to his exodus from his quarters. "Should really get that fixed..."

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.

'Careful they are hunting you.' The all too familiar voice in the back of his head rang. But he of course new very well than to ignore that warning. Quickly he scanned the horizon while moving around the edge of The Broken Trident. "Where is it?" he muttered under his breath. And like an answer from the gods there it was...or better yet there they were.

Two patrol ships belonging to the Federation. Small fry compared to The Broken Trident which was a well tested battle ship that Galeon had 'borrowed' from the Neptune Federation. A rare smile tugged at the side of his face. "All hands on deck! We got two fresh patrol ships to raid on the port side!" Quickly Galeon made his up to helm. "Nimethel any visions of note for these guys?"

Nimethel was awake in her own quarters, once again studying one of the routes she had planned for this region of the seas. If they kept on their present course, they would be approaching a trio of islands where they could stop and buy some supplies if they managed to keep a low profile. Of course, depending on what the captain had in mind, that was probably going to be easier said than done.

A shout from above confirmed her fears. Galeon had just woken up recently, it seemed, and had gone up to the deck and spotted two ships. Had their lookout been asleep on the job?! The catgirl hurriedly tidied away her quill and inkwell before scrambling up to the deck, just in time to hear him ask her if she'd had any visions involving the two ships. She answered with a negative before coming up to the helm herself.

"Galeon, do we really have to do this?" she asked him, taking a moment to survey the two ships from afar with her keen eyes. "They're still some distance away and haven't spotted us yet. If we stay our course we can still slip by them. Fighting will only draw attention to ourselves, and that's the last thing we need right now." Again she glanced in the direction of the Federation ships, as if to double-check that The Broken Trident hadn't been sighted just yet.

Tired... upset... sick... lazy...

Merely a few words to describe the beginning of Sherbet's day. However, this may not become as a shock to those who have been around him long enough. He is never himself until he has his daily coffee, served with extra creamer and 2 packs of sugar. No more, no less. If you'd like, you can relate it to a Snickers thing, if it'll help you remember it better. Although these help ease his aggression, his piercing eyes still judge you mentally like an animal choosing its prey. He'll either move on... or make you his next target. To what extent? Oh, surely not murdering... but once the moment comes, you'd best watch yourself.

The blondette flickered his eyes open at the sound of a floorboard, only for them to lay apon a wooden ceiling. He took a moment to take it all in. Was he really awake? Was this not apart of a dream? The young man was soon to be disappointed, for it was reality once more. If that stupid creaking floorboard would be fixed, maybe he wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night when the captain is about. No matter... once more materials are brought aboard, that'll be his first priority.

Sherbet sat up and cracked his neck, grunting as he tossed the sheets off his legs. No sooner than that, the Captain announced for 'All hands on deck!'

What a bother. Just one night, he'd love to sleep in. A life on the sea was surely the way for him, but he certainly needed to sacrifice a lot as well. Maybe he would not be so cranky if he could get a full night's sleep, instead of the captain being a random alarm clock.

The blondette threw on a cream-colored T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. With that, he was on his way out, brushing his hair with his fingers.

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The young woman rested in her hammock, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she lazily rocked herself by pushing off with her dangling foot. This night was not much of a restful night, though others may disagree with her. What was wrong with it? To be perfectly honest, nothing! It was quiet, the starts shown brightly, the song of the sea was a mere whisper, and the boat was not creaking every 6 seconds. Such a perfect night, yet it was spent tossing and turning. Why? Well, Scerina felt as something was wrong... she could feel it in her bones!

The blondette got onto her feet, rummaging through her clothing drawer as she mumbled to herself. "Did I leave my uniform here... is it washing...?'' Scerina questioned herself with a raised eyebrow. Her question was soon answered when she finally relieved her steampunk-styled dress. It had a stain from dinner last night, but never worry~ nothing a small scrub won't fix. With that in mind, she slipped it over her head, and then grabbed for her boots.

Suddenly, a voice rang loud and clear through the ship.

'All hands on deck!'

Frantically, Scerina slipped on her boots and bolted out of her roomdoor, not even bothering to tie or buckle them yet. Not the smartest idea at all, but she wanted to know what was up, and she wanted to know now.

Fel smiled. The oatmeal and coffee were finished, and now he could start on the fish. Humming to himself, he headed to his rack of dried spices, trying to decide which ones to use. "Basil? Majoram? Oh, great." He tapped one of the empty containers. "We're almost out of... well, everything. Eh, I'll make do." Bertha the kitten mewled in response before rubbing against his leg.

He started the stove in preparation, but the call for all hands on deck made him scowl. With a curse, he put out the fire and grabbed a fry pan and a knife. Fel cursed again when he stumbled over the sack of potatoes. "... by my father's nine lives and the Goddess's broken claws!" he growled.

Regardless, he ran to deck. There, he saw the Captain, Nimethel, and the dog, Batters. Who was currently green, for some odd reason. "What is..." he trailed off when he noticed the Federation ships. "Oh. We're raidin' them?" He shrugged, a bit unconcerned. "But good mornin' to you too, captain. And hello, Nimethel." Fel grinned. "You look beautiful, as usual."

He glanced back and noticed that Scerina and Sherbert had also arrived. "Why, if it isn't the lovely Scerina!" Fel winked at Sherbert. "Don't worry, dear. I got your coffee in the kitchen. Though you'll have to wait. Looks like we got bigger things to worry about."

Dymon relinquished authority to Galeon, having been up much earlier that morning and taken the responsibility of administration for the time being, "Captain at the helm." she stated to the immediate party before going to the rails, "You heard him, get the ship ready to fight and be on your guard!" she shouted out to the crew, though it wasn't harsh by any means. Harsh wasn't her style, though 'mean' could sometimes be, when someone got on her nerves, something that wasn't particularly rare.

When Nimethel voiced her concerns she addressed them before Galeon would get the chance to speak, "They're onto us anyways; That might even be why these particular ships are here. However, I do agree that the cost of engaging them might outweigh the gain we could get, if only in the lives we could potentially lose." the small woman says, addressing the captain with the second sentence, "They're just patrol ships, there's no guarantee that they'll bother us if we don't bother them and we've not got all that much to gain from fighting them."

She hated going counter to the Captain. She looked up to him more than she could really put to words for what he'd achieved but it was her job as the First Mate to let her opinion on his actions be known, so that he could better keep on the top of his game. When Jezebel came to the group of them she gave her a little nod, being someone whose opinion normally matched up with Dymon's fairly well.

Disapproval. He felt that feeling from everyone on deck. Glancing around to see everyone's faces he knew none of them felt it was a good idea. The small smile he did have vanished in place for a sigh. "Alright, alright I get it. We don't need to pursue them." moving from edge and moved towards his crew. "Just stay alert if they spot us, they may come after us."

He knew very well he had been pushing them a little too hard over the past couple of weeks. Maybe going a bit easy on them would do them some good. "Dymon, Nimethel. Get us to the nearest port so we can resupply." His First mate and Navigator, the two people he trust with out question if they both felt strongly about dodging this potential battle he might as well listen.

Now he could at least address the rest of the crew to seem a bit more like a captain. "Wilcersons, the floorboard near my quarters are feeling a bit loose." It wasn't a major problem that needed to be looked to right away but if the board broke as he walked over it one day that could end very poorly.

Finally noticing that there was a slight rumble in the pit of his stomach he realized he hadn't eaten yet. "Mister Waters could you bring me something to eat would you." Now with food and the floor board in orders to be taken care of he felt more pressing thoughts should be taken into account. And to make the most sense out these thoughts it would be best to get the more studied of the crew together. "Miss Leblanc, Mister Sherbet and Nimethel once the course has been set meet me in my quarters to we can go over a few things about what we will do once we have resupplied. Dymon your in charge." And with no further orders to give out he diced to return to his cabin.

Inside his cabin, the closet thing to a home he had ever known. It was filled with maps and books from the islands he had visited. A grotesque sea monsters head mounted above his desk. He remembered fondly the battle with that creature. his bed was little more than a mat rolled out with some sheets thrown onto it. Comfort wasn't his biggest concern when it came to himself. Yet he did hope the crew itself was comfortable. On his desk sat a journal , well journals, each with a record of his dreams. Those wretched dreams that have haunted him for years. Dreams of death and destruction most could not even fathom, but even with all the pain and anger there were times when the dreams would show him the kindness of others, those who would bane together and fight against the evil that threatened them. "Is that what I'm trying to do fight against the evil that is coming? Is that why I have these dreams to inspire me or warn me?" Taking a set at his desk he began to write once again the dreams of his sleep.

Nimethel was relieved when the captain decided to call off the attack. Had it not been for Dymon voicing her own concerns, Galeon just might have gone through with doing battle with the ships. She never was particularly eager at the thought of fighting the Federation, and silently thanked the gods for being able to avoid another skirmish.

The captain's shouting from earlier had roused the entire crew from whatever they had been doing previously, and now they were all assembled on the deck for the convenience of being given orders. Nim clearly heard a remark from a certain flirtatious half-breed, flashing a smile in his direction. She would have retorted as per usual, but right now there were more pressing matters to attend to.

Taking the helm, Nimethel held it steady while checking the position of the sun in the sky and which way the wind was blowing, adjusting the helm accordingly so that they could slip by the patrol ships. Then, taking some rope, she lashed the helm in place so that she wouldn't have to be holding it constantly until they reached the nearest island. With the course set she followed Galeon to his quarters, choosing to wait outside the door until he called her in.

The blondette kept his mouth shut, however, he had 100 words captivated in his mind. 'Fix the damn floorboard, now you tell me...' He thought as his eyes narrowed apon the captain. However, he did not want to cause a scene. He was extremely outnumbered, and needed this job. He would not dare to ruin it for his sister either.

With that, he made his way towards the captain's study, grumbling as he left his sister behind. It was a one-man job, and he preferred to have breakfast when everyone was on duty, not together.

"Aye, captain." After lazily saluting, he headed back to the kitchen. With a grimace, he began to prepare breakfast. The oatmeal had gone cold, so he quickly lit the fire again to warm it. But, at least fish didn't take much more preparation. Soon, it was cooked to perfection. Fel quickly added the last few personal touches.

Extra fish for Nimethel, extra chili for Sherbet and for the captain... well, he hadn't figured out the captain's favorite foods yet. But mark his words, he would one day! So for the captain, he kept normal portions. He wasn't exactly sure about Jezebel's favorites, either, but he had a suspicion that she liked lots of herbs in her food. Just in case, he made sure to put some more on the side.

He'd have to prepare Dymon's and Scerina's food later. The captain came first, after all. On second thought, he prepared the other two's food regardless. Knowing Scerina, she'd probably come into the kitchen anyway. (Extra oatmeal, extra chili, extra... everything, for Scerina. He didn't know about Dymon's tastes, so he kept those normal, too. Hmph. Why couldn't they just tell him instead of being mysterious?)

After adding the drinks (coffee for Sherbert, milk for Nimethel, and juice for the other two), Fel balanced the different plates and headed to the captain's cabin. After dodging a loose floorboard, he arrived in front of the quarters. There, he saw Sherbet and Nimethel waiting.

"Sherbet!" he said, grinning. "If it isn't my favorite frozen dessert!" With a flourish, he handed the plates to the blond.

"And the perfect Nimethel," Fel greeted warmly. "Freshly cooked fish, just the way you like it." He glanced at the closed door. "The captain's still busy?"

Galeon silently jotted down to the best of his abilities, the confines of his dreams into his tattered journal. Once the task was complete he slowly closed before shuffling through the maps that laid strung across his desk. Once he found the two he was looking for he quickly rolled the ones he had no use for and placed them upon a shelf that was even more cluttered than his desk. Taking another glance around Galeon noticed just how out of place everything was. Lately he had been to fixated on his dreams and the voices that guide him. In his heart he new these things would never quit until he finished some unknown task but was that any excuse for pushing his crew they way he had. Walking back to his desk he placed the two maps side by side.

The map on the left showed the series of Islands in which they were currently sailing between. Blue line connected some of the islands which showed the current trade routes used by the federation. And the map on the right showed the same Islands but with a red lines connecting different locations. This was of course the current patrol routes of the federation. Yet there were markings on this map he didn't recognize. There was a red dot on one of the islands that was not on the other map and did not match up with any of the naval bases and if memory served him correctly he remembered that island to be home to dragons. "Why would they be there?"

Hearing people outside his door he realized he had been in there much longer than he had intended. "Nimethel, come in, And if that is Mister Waters I hear, he may enter as well."

Nimethel gave a nod of acknowledgement as Sherbet approached her. The catgirl sometimes wondered if the reason he acted so stuffy might have been because of his name. It was... well, unique was one way of describing it. She at least gave him a friendly smile in an attempt to alleviate said stuffiness a little.

When Fel arrived, her face immediately brightened up, followed by desperately trying to suppress her mirth when he playfully referred to the bosun as a frozen dessert. When she recovered from the giggle fit she gratefully took her plate from the ship's cook. "Why thank you, my good sir," she said, returning the grin. "Yes, I think he's still busy, but he should be out in -" Just then, the man himself called from within his room, letting Nim know that she could come in now.

"Captain, I think Fel still has to finish serving breakfast," she replied, entering Galeon's room. Since it was so messy, Nimethel figured it wouldn't be too much of a big deal if she brought her meal in. Finding somewhere to sit, the woman rested her plate on her lap and started to tuck in as she waited for Jezebel to attend the meeting.

Scerina nodded to her captain's orders, tagging along behind her brother almost immediately. However, Sherbet would glare over his shoulder towards the shorter twin, practically telling her to 'back off'. The blondette grunted, taking a step back as she locked eyes with her sibling for a few short moments. Her eyes told him that she wanted to help, however, he ignored her desires. There was no use in arguing with her brother. He'd either ignore her, or yell. There was no such thing as 'changing Shetbet's choices'.

She watched her brother turn back and make his way to the captain's cabin, sighing as she plopped down on the side of the ship. The young woman was tempted to go pester Fel, however, he must have been nearly done with breakfast. It just wasn't as much fun that way. Speaking of the devil, however, she found that Fel was passing by with a tray of food in his hands. Scerina licked her lips as the scent met her nose, getting back onto her feet as she trotted a few yards behind him.

"Fel!" She exclaimed. "D-D-Do you need a hand...?!" She asked, itching for something to do, anything!

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Sherbet crouched down near the loose floorboard, studying it as he mumbled to himself. "Mm... ah, here's the problem..." He mumbled, ripping it out of the ship with his bare hands. He was a strong lad, but it was also a thin board. One of the nails had been rotting from all the erosion from the sea's conditions. A simple problem. He stuck his hand into his pocket, pulling out a case containing bolts, nails, needles, and metal nuts. It was a little carry-on thing that made his work so much easier. However, he never did carry around his tool box, which was also needed for this job. Sherbet let out a aggravated sigh, getting up on his feet to retrieve a hammer from it.

However, before he could leave, Fel came into the scene, along with his twin trailing behind him like a lapdog. He rolled his eyes as he made fun of his name. It was not just the name of a sweet treat, it was an actual name before it was created. That aggravated him the most. As he handed him breakfast, he cleared his throat, suddenly becoming interested to his right shoulder. "... Thank you."

He left his plates behind, however, carried his coffee in one hand as he exited the scene to find his hammer.

Galeon waited in silence, looking at the maps, as he waited for the Doctor to join him and and the navigator. In his gut he found this unknown mark on the map troubling and he felt he should investigate it. But than again he a simple raid on a federation trading ship and reap some quick reward would be good for crew's moral.

A slight knock a came from the door as Miss Leblanc came in. Now that the two people he really felt like talking to were here. Another sigh left his lungs (twice in one day maybe a simple raid would do me some good as well. Finally he looked up at the two. "So after our last raid I picked up these two maps one shows the current trade routes the other patrol routes. But as you can see here." Galeon moved his hand to the unknown mark "The federation is doing something in this area. I would prefer to check this out after we get supplied but I understand this would be a big risk for us. On the other hand there is a route on here that a trading ship takes. If we attack at this point we can avoid any run in with the federation. You two are some of my most trusted crew mates. I'll let you pick which one we take.

Nimethel listened as the captain showed her and Jezebel the maps he had managed to acquire from their last raid on the Federation. It seemed that there were two targets of interest the crew could potentially go after, but choosing to attack one would mean alerting the Federation to their presence. Nim's eyes widened the moment she saw that mark on the map, though. Evidently it had caught her interest.

"Captain, I know I'd rather avoid both targets altogether, but... I feel that we might find something of interest where that mark is. I'll let you make the final decision, but if we do end up going there then I'd suggest we only take a some of the more... discrete members of the crew, preferably under cover of darkness, and see what they're up to." She paused to take another mouthful of fish, washed down with some milk. "Of course, it could turn out to be just a base the Federation uses to co-ordinate their patrols. Either way, there'll be too many for us to handle in a straight fight."

Nimethel then turned to look at Jezebel, taking note of the doctor's usual quietness. "Jezebel, what do you think of this? Anything you want to add?"