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“How dare you lay your hands on me you disgusting pirate.” Anna accused First Mate from twenty feet out into the sea. Her Irish brogue, usually light and lilting in a barely there sort of way, came out in full force as she cursed the sodden man sat down at the waters-edge. She was still submerged up past her waist, which made for a strange sight as she stood in her frayed white dress berating the sailor in front of her. “You had no right, no one does, not anymore.” Her left hand went unconsciously to grab her neck as her right continued to point at him, shaking as her anger flowed through her. She wasn’t screeching as such, but she was definitely working her way up to it as her voice raised and grew more grating with each word.

Though it was pretty clear what the woman’s problem with First Mate was, if he remembered the misdemeanour was really uncertain. Anna was not the sort of woman a man would forget, provided he had the choice, but enough drink could knock the visage of an angel out of someone’s mind. Her rage was such that the waves around her broke with growing ferocity, almost as if a storm was brewing. In actuality, her spiritual energy was suffusing itself with her element, her emotion feeding itself into the sea.

“You’ll suffer before you drown!”
Anna looked on as the ship ruptured in front of her, wood splintering and a small hole appearing from which a man was expelled into the Ocean. Her stormy eyes narrowed as the source for her most recent campaign of destruction and indiscriminate drowning splashing around in the Sea only a short distance away. She glided through the water, an unnatural movement that betrayed her supernatural status, and quickly placed herself within comfortable speaking and killing distance to the man. Her approach had gone unnoticed as the man reached the beach and began to swear profusely. The Wraith floated in the sea, about forty feet from shore and in line with the man, waiting patiently.

When it became apparent the man was more interested in swearing at his useless crew, she roughly seized a cresting wave and lengthened its break, dropping it in the vicinity of the man in a shoulder-height blast of water that could knock a grown man off his feet. There was no danger to the assault, it was merely her way of getting the target of her anger’s attention before she gave him a piece of her mind, and then murdered him.

“You!” She yelled, pointing one accusing finger at First Mate, only her upper body visible as she remained strangely stationary in the moving waters around her. She slowly began to move towards shore as she waited for him to take notice of her.
Gateway is where I met the Skally. And began the impressive losing streak I'm on now. I still want to fight with him again, a serious one. As well as Melon aand KhandyKhan. And yoshy, nuey, Tuuj, you, and IN.


Yeah, I was looking forward to our fight, I think it had the potential to be one of my favourites. Oh well.
Timber creaked and bellowed as the ship suffered on the beach-edge, its keel stove in by a partially submerged rock. With each new wave lapping alongside its hull the ship teetered, at risk of breaking apart and being carried out to sea. It was only a matter of time, eventually the tides would turn and the ship would be lost like half its crew out to sea. Strangely, it was late morning and there was hardly a cloud in the sky, with clear conditions one would think the captain was a fool to lose his ship in such a fashion. However, one aboard her had made a grievous error just a few hours previously in port, and so they had not made it past the first leg of their journey.

It was a small thing really, a lewd remark, unwanted hands. Something the majority of women who live and work in port towns understand, and while they may not be fond of the men who abuse them they understand the realities of their situation. However, to anger this woman was a mistake, one that had cost over twenty lives and could cost many more as the shouts and curses of the crew faded into the dense vegetation at the end of the beach. Only one man had failed to emerge from the stricken ship thus far, and that man had a reckoning coming.

Anna remained half submerged herself a stones-throw from the hull of the ship, off to starboard. She peered at the ship with hateful eyes, having allowed some of the crew to escape with their lives there was one still that would not be so lucky. Only her shoulders and head were visible above the water, her dark-red hair glistening and her pale face furrowed in concentrated anger. Tugged at by the waves, the frayed wedding dress adorning her body billowed beneath her, somewhat exaggerating her diminutive size. She wore her anger well.
I think it might be interesting if that ship was his ship and he was bringing it somewhere before she destroyed it, which of course killed everyone but him in the process.

Also.. she could have destroyed it because she was on it and he made some sexist remark and slapped her ass? lol


Hmm, alright, Anna was at the port where your character disembarked and he insulted her, she pursued him and vengefully attacked the ship while at sea, driving it onto the beach. Most of the crew fell into the sea or fled the area after the ship beached, and Anna leaves the ocean to murder First Mate on a more personal level.

That cool with you?
I'll introduce the scene, however it might be worth working out motivations now. It's in Anna's nature to just try and murder your character if he happens upon her, particularly if he's irritating. However, did you want to have a more poignant reason for combat? Anna could have been the cause of the ship your character was on ending up beached, or he could be searching the beached ship for some reason and happen across her on the beach? It's up to you.


For this battle Anna's regenerative qualities have been reduced so that she can only recover from three fatal wounds (on an ordinary human) from her opponent's sabre.

The battle ensues on a sandy beach beneath a stranded galleon.

God this thread is weird, leave it for a moment and it all kicks off.
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