[center][color=steelblue][h1]Imelda[/h1][/color][/center]
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“Huoh! Huoh! Huoh!” The sounds of the Seagulls were almost deafening to Mango, but still very welcome. Considering they were accompanied by the sounds of the hustle and bustle from the dock workers and sailors. If he had followed the outdated map, which would’ve kept him at sea for another two whole days. There was zero doubt he would’ve gone insane, especially with, [color=steelblue]”Zzz… Zzzz…”[/color] He approached his sleeping captain and knelt in front of her. A very obvious scowl on his face.

“Imelda we’re here.” There was no sign that she heard what he said. His frustration grew while he watched her hands reach for what seemed like a blanket, yet there wasn’t one in sight on their ship. “Hopeless! Dumbass! Lazy!” Still no response, Mango knew how hard it was to wake Imelda from her pre afternoon nap. But even in a time such as this, how careless could one person be, he thought. “Look while you sleep here I’m gonna go get supplies and maybe a hotel. We can stay here for a couple of days and try to recover before heading back out to sea. I think that’s the best idea for now.” Same result, no response. With one last sigh of defeat Mango stood up and put on his tan long coat. “Stay put until I get back.”

With those words Mango left the ship, feeling a certain sense of safety he hadn’t in two whole weeks. A well deserved break he figured, but unbeknownst to him, there were three pairs of eyes watching him leave his ship. “Is he gone?” One of the voices asked.

“Uh-huh. I think so.” Another answered.

“Alright let's go, they'll never find us there.” The last voice declared. 

[hr][b]30 minutes later[/b][hr]

“Wake up criminal!”

Letting out a groan, Imelda woke up from her pre-afternoon nap feeling refreshed. A yawn was the first thing to leave her mouth as she sat up and stretched her arms, and on her face a wide laid back smile. [color=steelblue]”Oh man that was great! Mango! You found where we are yet?”[/color] With no response Imelda was a bit surprised and took a look at her surroundings to see if she could find her friend. Instead all she found standing behind her at the ramp leading off the boat were three men dressed in white shirts and blue pants. Two of the men held shiny swords that clearly hadn’t seen a single day of combat, while the last man held a rifle pointed at her. [color=steelblue]”Marines!? What do you guys want?”[/color] Of course Imelda knew she was aiming to be a pirate. But she didn’t think she’d get in trouble this soon in her adventure. [color=steelblue]”Besides, it's not like I did anything wrong… Yet.”[/color]

“Stop talking and get off the boat you… You blue horned criminal!” The Marine with the gun barked.

[color=steelblue]”And if I refuse?”[/color] With a small smirk Imelda began to stand up slowly and stretch more. This time bending backwards to crack her back. 

“Are you mocking us criminal!? Hand over the kids and turn yourself in now!” 

[color=steelblue]”Kids??? Now what the absolute hell are you bastards yappin’ about?”[/color] Imelda ran a hand through the curls in her dark brown hair, she was truly puzzled by what these men were talking about. She took a moment to observe them all from head to toe. She couldn’t quite grasp how strong these guys were. But there was no way she would turn herself in, especially not at the start of her journey. 

“Dont’cha play dumb with us! Now give us your name and turn yourself over! Now!” He ordered once more, this time however he sounded deadly serious. The two men with swords even shifted their footing a bit as if ready to attack if need be. However, Imelda only shrugged and took one step towards the guards. [color=steelblue]”Fellas, I really have no idea what you’re talking about. But, I’ll tell you three, one thing.”[/color] 

She cracked her knuckles while standing tall, almost as if she were staring down at them. Was it the angle of the sun? The three Marines looked stunned, scared even. Maybe it was just something odd in the air? That had to be the problem, because standing in front of them now at the top of the ship's ramp was a demonic figure. The horns, the cursed smirk, and the fact her arms were folded around her chest. Something about this arrogant being screamed DANGER! 

[color=steelblue]”My name is Ram D. Imelda! And if you think I'm giving myself over to Marines! Then you’re welcome to kill me!”[/color] Her voice was loud, and full of arrogance. For that split second the entire dockyard fell quiet, as everyone whether sailor, or worker stopped and paused what they were doing to look over at the brewing commotion. One of the sword wielding marines to the right took a step back, a small bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. [b]Three seconds.[/b] Three seconds turned into an eternity of a stare down. Who had the will to attack? Who had the drive to achieve their goal? In three seconds this question was answered by none other than the Marine with the gun as a shot was fired at Imelda. The blast was almost deafening and left the Marines ears ringing. Smoke trailed from the barrel of the rifle, as the Marines hands were shaking from the action he’d just committed. But also from the fact his clear shot had somehow missed! On the side of the ship was a bullet sized hole 2 feet from where Imelda stood on the ramp. With a trembling voice he yelled, “Get her guys!”

The Marine to the right gave a warcry to try, and steel himself then headed straight towards Imelda with full intention to cut her down. Without losing her footing she raised her leg and delivered a strong kick to the guy's stomach. His entire body went stiff after taking the full impact, and he just as quickly fell over off the ramp and into the water beneath them. [color=steelblue]”Great now it’s my turn!”[/color] Imelda full on launched herself off the ramp, and headed feet first towards the Marine to her left, also holding a sword. The look on his face said he was fully ready to take the full force of this attack, especially after his comrade fell so easily to the demon in front of him. All he could do was brace himself for the attack, so he closed his eyes and waited, but no such attack came. A moment passed while his eyes were still closed, but realizing something was off he took a peak to see his opponent. Standing in front of him was the back of a man with black hair and a longsword scabbard on his hip. This was “Chief Petty Officer Raymond!?”

Raymond was a tall man who wore his marine outfit with pride as there wasn’t even a single wrinkle or speck of dirt on it. His eyes were black and filled with a fire that Imelda had never seen from another human before. He had blocked her attack with a metal vambrace with the words ‘Justice will Prevail’ scratched across it. His hand went to the hilt of his sword still sheathed as if he were ready to begin fighting. With no words passing between them Imelda also took a proper fighting stance sensing this wasn’t going to be an easy fight. 

“Sir! We received word that the kids were last seen coming towards this ship! When we arrived we found this woman on it sir!” The Marine now on his ass yelled. The events that just took place in front of him were almost too fast for his head to even comprehend. 

[color=steelblue]”I’m telling you AGAIN! I DIDN’T KIDNAP ANY CHILDREN! FUCK OFF!”[/color]

“Silence knave! Those who would destroy peace and justice deserve no words! Nor mercy!” He drew his sword as he spoke coldly towards Imelda “Now I ask you in the name of Justice! Perish!”

[color=steelblue]”Bring it on weirdo! Prepare to die!”[/color] Imelda yelled at the man. Without any other words spoken both of them prepared to attack the other, but before they could collide a loud scream came from the ship halting them both.

“That’s vile Arno! Eww!” It was a child’s voice that spoke. 

“Oh gosh the smell! Arno! Why!?” It was the voice of another child. “Jeez next time you have to let one rip just give us a warning!” The door to the cabin area of the ship, which would usually be the captain's quarters, opened up, and two small kids ran outside coughing and breathing for fresh air. They were soon followed by a third more chubby child who didn’t seem bothered. 

[color=steelblue]”Umm…Excuse me?”[/color] Imelda said in an almost puzzled tone as she and Raymond were both staring at the other with confusion for some explanation.