It was a beautiful and warm day in the east blue’s Brown Isles. The orange hues of the twilight were a fabulous sight that were of a small consolation to an unfortunate deckhand named Dereck that was stuck on guard duty while his crewmates feasted on the ill-gotten gains they acquired on their latest exploits. It was a well-deserved respite for his crew, surely, but why did he have to be stuck on this ship by his lonesome? It infuriated poor Dereck the deckhand, but who was he to oppose his captain, who was undoubtedly drunk on litres of grog by this point. One day they’d have a new newbie, and he could bully them into guard duty! That was the only thought that kept him going right now. That, and the thought that one day he’d commit mutiny and become the captain of this goddamn ship himself. Such were the lofty dreams of Dereck the deckhand.
Poor Dereck was then disturbed from his dreams by the sound of something shattering. The part of his soul that died inside him told him it was his favourite mug, the one he had gotten from his mother! He wondered who he had to throw overboard for this heinous crime, but then he recalled that he was alone on this ship. An intruder? No, surely someone else had just stayed behind! Someone had stayed behind to sleep, of course! Right? No, he was very sure that he had seen everyone leave for that pub. However, Dereck’s eyes hadn’t looked away from the gangplank even once, how was someone else besides him on this ship?
Cautiously he approached a door that’d lead him below deck. Curiously he noticed the orange shimmer of water reflecting the sunset into his weary eyes. How did that get here? He heard a thumping sound, a cabinet opening and a barrel tumbling, and he was certain now that his mind hadn’t been playing tricks on him. With a haste he opened the door and rushed down the first stairway. His eyes caught the faint light of a lantern accompanied by a moving shadow. Faintly he heard a rustling sound. It was coming from the kitchen.
Without pause Dereck barged into the kitchen with a roar. His eyes fell upon long silvery hair covering a brown cloak of which the hood had been pulled back. The figure looked up, her young face stuffed with the crew’s latest catch of fish. Was she a stowaway, must be. Without hesitation Dereck unsheathed his cutlass, pointing it straight at the intruder. “Who are-“ Before he could finish his sentence, his eye caught something behind her, a huge burlap sack with the familiar shimmer of their rightfully stolen treasure. “Thief!”
The young woman looked at the man with a face most unimpressed. The sound she made was one of the dullest surprise. She looked Dereck into his eyes, her eyes looked dull despite of how they shimmered in the light with a slight violet. But that was but for a split second as her eyes shifted into something more dangerous. Dereck had barely time to utter a shriek as she bared monstrous teeth that snapped around his blade, leaving him with barely the handle. His blade was reduced to mere fragments of iron that now littered the floor. He let out a loud shriek as he stumbled backwards as the woman stood up, who was fingering the last bits of iron from her teeth. Her face was eerily familiar, but he had never seen it before in the flesh he was sure. A wanted posted? Yes, he was sure of it now! And realising that, he fled from the scene as quickly as possible. There was no way he was facing a wanted criminal alone.
Seeing the pirate flee, Zarya Samedra let out a sigh. “Guess it’s time to skedaddle.” She said with a grin as she quickly rounded up the final scraps of food. Her mother had taught her to never be wasteful. She laughed gleefully as she went back on deck. She could see the man running in the distance, almost stumbling over himself as he headed to the only good pub in town. She wasn’t going to wait for him to return.
With little hesitation, she jumped over the railing and disappeared into the water.