I had my caravel within a year's time, after having frequented the ferries between Ceuta and Cádiz with my brothers, who were eager to assist me in my plan. We finally found one moored in the harbor of Cádiz under the church's flag. The three of us snuck upon the boat under the cover of darkness and with a little creative persuasion from the incubus, we had a willing crew to sail her back to Ceuta.
A month was spent stripping the ship down and repurposing her for what I wanted. We installed only four guns on her, small cannons, two on the port and starboard. Why only two? We weren't mundane and we had a small crew. The years worth of training we had done, easily would account for a lifetime of skill a mundane would have. After all, we didn't even need spyglasses at sea and could see fine in the dark of night. I rarely needed more than one shot to cripple a ship if needed.
Lorelai with some hesitation agreed to let us begin our campaign upon the church. Our wealth was still drastically smaller than it had been in our old home, and this would be a splendid way to rebuild it. Also, thanks to the truce with the celestial's we could prey upon the church for more vengeance without concern of retribution by the divine.
Do not let the fantastic tales of pirates fool you, the hunting was slow and arduous. Sometimes we could go months without seeing a target, especially given we only targeted the church.
One week a month would be spent stalking the straits, the rest of that time was at home, with regular training and education. On some occasions, we even convinced Lorelai to join us. I believe she didn't enjoy that I was more knowledgeable than her in a subject, and so she sought to learn what she could.
The means were always the same, Val would help keep watch with the servants during the day, we would watch at night. When we found a target we would follow from an impossible distance for even a spyglass to see us. Then when the sun was down, we closed in and boarded in the darkness of night.
Of course, no prisoners were taken. We couldn't have word get back about our little raiding party. I did this for the thrill of the hunt and to promote the growth of my family, not for fame. No, Val would convince enough to help us sail the ship back to harbor then they would fall like the rest of their wicked brethren had.
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I found myself at the bow of my ship, my teeth clenched in an excited grin as we closed upon a carrack in the darkness. We had not seen a prize in months and I was eager for the hunt. The salty wind cut through my long raven-wing hair, making it flow and whip in the air as my tail wagged. "Time for a rude wake-up, you scurvy little bastards." I growled the words excitedly while shouldering my saber.
"You're always so excited, you would think after nearly ten years of this, you would have calmed down." Lorelai smiled as she stood next to me. She had her long wooly hair pulled back into a thick braid, a small silk bandana of blue over her head. She wore a thin chain vest with a heavy jacket of dense leather over it for protection.
My teeth showed as I drew my flintlock pistol in my left hand and gave my lady a hungry grin. "A hundred years won't quench my thirst for retribution. I will claim a score of ships for each sibling we've ever lost to these currs."
"You've been spending too much time with the sailors again, you're starting to talk like them." Elias folded his arms with his own grin, standing next to me with two rapiers at each hip. His hair was in the ponytail he always wore, a similar bandana over his head, holes cut out to let his ears poke through.
I fussed at him and stuck my nose up in the air. "Well one of us has to get into the moment."
"Be that as it may, we should still use caution. Val is not with us and none of these servants are combat-ready. It's going to just be the three of us."
I nodded. "It's a carrack, probably won't have more than around forty upon it."
"Still... we don't see many carracks from the church. Aren't those mostly for the transport of passengers or trading?" Elias asked me, rubbing his chin as he stared at the ship we were only half an hour from.
"Yes, but it flies the church's banner, so they die all the same. I care not if they are soldiers or traders," I snarled the words and tapped my saber on my shoulder impatiently, my tail cutting through the salty air.
Lorelai and Elias shared a look but said nothing. I could see they didn't share my enthusiasm, but I cared little. I would not forgive them, they had taken much from me and I could not forget the look of sorrow upon Lorelai's face, that night I held her in my arms. "Their crimes are too great to count. I will turn the sea red with their blood," I growled the words.
We closed upon the slower larger ship quickly and were within a few minutes of it when the situation changed. I was at the starboard side of the ship waiting for my chance to leap when I felt a sudden but familiar presence I hadn't felt in nearly a decade.
I brandished my saber, my teeth showing in a furious glare as the winged fox landed upon the deck of my ship before me and the rest of the crew. Elias and Lorelai were next to me, weapons drawn in an instant.
"Rachel! We are under a treaty, what are you do-"
"Why are you on my fucking ship!" I cut the sheep off, storming over to the other fox, tail furiously whipping through the air, my saber at the ready.
"Peace, Sarnai. I have come to talk and nothing more." Rachel held her empty hands up placatively and I noted she didn't have her longsword on her.
"I will not hear your treacherous words, angel. Away with you before I cleave your wings off and toss you into the brine!" I spat the words out, holding my saber at the ready.
"Sarnai! That is enough, this may be your ship, but I am still the head of this family!" Lorelai pushed next to us and glared up at me.
I scowled at her words but sheathed my saber. "My apologies..." I turned to the angel and clicked my tongue. "My lady would hear your words, out with them before my patience wears thin."
Rachel furrowed her brow and looked between the two of us, then her eyes widened as Elias joined us. I growled, seeing her eyes wander his form and drew my saber once more. "Mind your eyes, fox... that one is spoken for." I hissed the words and narrowed my eyes at her, her own darting back to mine as I glared.
"We have a ship to claim, say your piece, and move along," Lorelai grumbled the words and folded her arms over her chest.
The divine fox cleared her throat and spoke out pointedly. "That ship is full of nothing but missionaries and a saint bound for the new world. They are unarmed and-"
"They die all the same, I care not if they fall to their knees and beg. They wrought nothing but pain wherever they go, like the rest of their kind." I spat the words out and turned my back to the fox, moving back towards the starboard side of my ship.
"Wait! Lorelai... please, calm her!" Rachel barked the words out towards the sheep.
Lorelai folded her arms once more. "She is the captain of this ship and I will only question her authority if I grossly disagree with her. Their lot has caused me grievous pain at every turn, I have no reason to spare them."
"A trade then!" Rachel called out sharply to me, extending her hand.
I lifted my ears and turned back to her, my heavy boots stomping upon the wet deck of the ship until I was face to face with her. "A trade you say? Very well... return my five siblings to me along with the eight servants we lost to them. Do that, and your saint may go in peace. I will even stop my raids and forgive the loss of the estate they took."
