The ship was sailing on the ocean on a calm night just after sunset. She was standing next to the captain when the cry came out from the crows nest. "PIRATES!" The captain looked to her and told her to go below deck. She went below, her tail swaying behind her. She went to her room and looked around worried. Pirate attacks weren't uncommon but she'd never been aboard when there was such an attack.
Cannon fire rocked the ship and sent her off balance. She fell hitting her head and sank into unconsciousness unaware the ship had been boarded and swords were clanging. After awhile, the sword fight stopped. All fell quiet. The door opened and a pirate walked in searching for treasure.
"Well, what have we here?" The pirate turned her over. "Hmm, the captain is going to love you. He's been searching for a mithra for ages." The pirate picked her up and carried her back to the top of the ship. He grabbed a rope and swung across. He landed in front of the captain.
"Capt' Sedi. This is for you." He laid the mithra at his feet. The Captain's eyes lit up.
"Loot the rest of the ship and set it on fire."
"Yes sir." The pirate went back to the other ship and started shouting out orders. Captain Sedi picked up the kitty and carried her to his private quarters. He laid her on the bed and sat in a chair and waited for her to waken.
Hours later she awoke groggy and disoriented. Holding her head she moaned, "Ow, my head.... What happened to me? Where am i?".
"It's alright, Love. I wouldn't think of harming you. A Pirate like me doesn't come across such a beautiful girl; such as yourself, everyday you know," said a voice coming from a dark figure sitting across the room. The figure stood up, a look of terror crossed the mithra's face.
"Did you say pirate?!" Exclaimed the injured mithra.
"None of that matters now, you are where fate has brought you. You are injured, allow me to tend to your wounds" said the figure. She looked into the shadows at him, head throbbing from her injury. He seemed to glide across the floor to a metal speaking tube, where he spoke some words she couldn't quite make out.
Moments later a man came to the door with a tray carrying a bowl of warm water and bandages. The man set it on the table by the bed, hurrying to the door turning and saluting the figure, then quickly leaving the room.The room began to grow hazy red then black. Silence other than a soft voice , whispering "sleep now love, I have much to tell you when you awake.".
She woke again, quickly looking up she saw the figure was gone. In its stead she saw a young looking elvaan sitting by her bed dabbing her head with a wash cloth. The cloth felt cool against her face, but still stung a bit. "where, where is that figure? Where am I? Who are you?" choked the mithra still confused.
"Relax love, The figure you may be speaking of is me. My name is Captain Sedition. And as for your other question you are aboard my ship, the HighWind." Said the elvaan smiling down at her.
"Why have you taken me?" Begged the Mithra half crying.
"I have taken you, for your beauty, I have not beheld such beauty in at least a hundred years.". Her mouth dropped open.
"One hundred years? You don't look a day over 30, What ARE you?!" She asked, her mouth gaping.
"I am a vampire, love, and I intend to make you my first mate, and lover... as long as your willing....". She felt a strange comfort with this man, nodding a little. He leans in and begins to wrap her temples with a bandage. He quickly finishes and looks down at her, kissing her cheek, she felt the pain in her head disappear and suddenly felt drowsy. She collapses back on the bed. "Sleep now love. I will wake you tomorrow night for your food" said Sedition laying down beside her.
The next night he lifted the sleep from her and she stirred. Her head wasn't hurting anymore. She looked around and saw Sedition sitting next to her. She was still a bit wary of him but was slowly starting to trust him. He reached out and lightly stroked her cheek with his thumb. She flinched a bit before relaxing. His hand felt cold to her skin and it sent cold chills up her spine. A man knocked and entered carrying a tray of food. He handed the tray to the elvaan and left the room.
She could smell tomato soup. She realized how hungry she was. Sedition picked up the spoon and started to feed her spoonfuls of soup until it was gone. "You have to get your strength back love," he spoke gently to her as he tried to gain her trust. She felt better after eating. He set the tray aside and walked to a trunk in a corner of the room. He pulled out a shirt and some pants for her. "I'll let you get changed. These will be big on you but I'll get you something that fits when we arrive in Norg."
"Norg? But I have to get to Jeuno," the mithra said. Sedition shook his head.
"You have to stay with me now. Now that I've found you, I won't let you go." Sedition left the room closing the door behind him.
The following evening, a call was heard that that the boat was entering the port of the pirate town of norg. The mithra sat alone in the captains quarters, looking around the room at the various pictures and trophies of his plunders.
She spotted a writing desk with some papers on it in the corner of the room and got up to inspect it. She moved the papers around finding nothing and Moving on to the drawer on the front of the desk. The Mithra spotted something odd at the bottom a piece of blood red ribbon seemingly coming from nowhere. She reached in the drawer tugging on the ribbon making a false bottom of the drawer pop up revealing a diary. "Could this tell me about who he is, or what he is?" Thought the mithra. She searched through the beginning of the diary and found an interesting entry.
May 14,
"It's been ages since I made the deal that sealed my fate to a life of nocturnal activities and piracy. I was a distinguished commander of the Jeunoan navy. Had a fleet of my own, many medals and a love of my life... It all started when I lost her to the Bastokan blight epidemic. Next i had my rank stripped of me and demoted to captain. It was all a downward spiral that ended with our ship being ambushed during a Routine patrol of the Bastore straight. My ship was separated from the rest.. swept out by some unseen force then it happened. We struck a reef as we began to sink I saw him. a dark figure that offered me a way out of this hell in return for my personal service and allegiance. I agreed and the lives of my men were lost forever while mine was forever preserved. I could not help but think of my lost love. I see so much of her in the captive we took yesterday off of the Jeuno bound ship. Although it may seem odd I believe i am falling in love with her. We are norg bound I hope to hand her off to my master before any more of these thoughts or feelings are had."
Captain "Hexagun" Sedition
She hears a noise near the door. The mithra quickly closes the book and hides it back in the false bottom and closes the drawer, walking back over to the bed and sitting down. The door opens wide there in the candlelight stands the man who has been taking care of her. He stood at least two or three feet taller than her, white hair pulled back in a ponytail under a red bandanna and corsair tricorne. His body was adorned in a black aketon that made him look very formal and official. Purple and black pants topped with a sash that held a black hexagun to his waist and black boots that looked like those of a Jeunoan naval officer completed his attire, to make this man look dashing and yet, very intimidating. He smiled at her from the doorway with a slight grin.
"Were now docking in Norg love, looks like the end of your journey.". He quietly backs up closing the door.
She looked at the closed door and began to panic. She had to escape. She'd heard of Norg and when then docked she planned to make a run for it. The clothes given to her were a mile too big but she rolled the pants legs up and made a belt to hold them up. She tore the bottom off the shirt and used it for the belt and to tie her hair back and out of her eyes. The shirt now revealed her flat toned stomach. She wished she knew how to fight but all she could do was dance.
She felt the pull of the boat lunge forward a bit as they docked. She looked around in a panic afraid of what was to come.
