Fantasy Of Men and Mer || Pirates and Sirens, Oh My! || DETAILED

[StoneWolf18]

Of Men and Mer

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They were the most renown pirate crew of the current world, and as such the most wanted. However they were quick and lethal, besting and pillaging everyone from lone fishermen to triumphantly kicking various nation’s navy out of the water. Everyone believed them to be unstoppable, soon to begin conquering small countries. However… fate had a different idea.

The storm had blew in out of nowhere. Waves towering at ungodly heights tossing the imposing ship around as if it were nothing but a child’s toy. So it wasn’t a huge surprise when it finally was swallowed hole, the crew being tossed into the water at the mercy of the sea.

It was a wonder when a few of the crew finally woke on the beach of a desolate island, the crew that had survived appearing half drowned and disorientated, clearly wondering how they were going to make it off the huge landmass they landed on.

However, unbeknownst to them, this island had been inhabited. And the natives aren’t too happy.

Please keep this section clear until we begin, thank you.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Atmora wasn’t afraid of too many things, but this storm was one of them. It had churned up unnaturally quickly, ramming into the sides of the ship and tossing it like a child would a doll. Her vessel had been known to stand against even the worst of storms, but with how the deck was flooding and the sails tearing due to the combination of large hail, rain and wind. Soaking wet the captain had long stopped issuing orders, simply standing by the mast, gripping the net tightly to keep her balance. Her crew was still scrambling to try and make it through, the veterans at least. Those they had just hired on had already either fallen overboard or were huddling below deck rethinking their decision. A few managed to shoot looks towards the paling woman, she gladly issuing glares that forced them away.


Yes… the one time most of them had seen her so utterly terrified. Such a rare sight indeed.

Regardless if they had managed to look on to this or not, the storm had grown bored with their little toy, deciding it was best to end its little game. And so she simply watched completely mute as a series of waves towering to heights she could’ve even believe to be possible began to swamp the ship. One after another they came, more and more struggling to remain standing as they finally forced the vessel to turn onto its side. Screams and shouts were muffled by the groaning and protesting of the fine wood shed splitters into the ocean below.

The captain hadn’t been able to keep a hold onto the net, giving a cry as she slid down the deck, unable to grab onto the railing before landing in the water below. The impact was jarring and disorienting as the water frothed, but the one thing that made it much worse was that she didn’t know how to swim. This wasn’t a problem however, because soon as she somehow momentarily managed to surface to see the wreckage before her eyes before a falling piece of debris managed to land right on Atmora’s head.

An unknown amount of time later, Atmora slowly began to realize that she was conscious, but taking a breath full of sand wasn't the best way to do so. Suddenly sitting up (which wasn't the smartest thing to do in such a situation) she was coughing and spluttering, still damp from her trip in the sea although the sun was beating down harshly for what seemed to be morning. With a groan she would've finally gotten a small hold of herself, laying back down on the sand and closing her eyes. Her mind throbbed and stomach churned from ingested salt water, knowing this wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. However, as the captain grieved the loss of her ship, one thing stuck out to her.

Why wasn’t she rotting in the bottom of the ocean, and what hell awaited her here that was worse.

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Alaster had been practically blinded by the driving rain as they sailed, taking over shouting at the men and helping where he could after the captain stopped in fear. He knew it was fear. He knew the look in her eye, had seen it so many times before. Like a mad man, he was barking with laughter as he helped the men, knowing that to see him laugh would drive more fear into them than any bloody storm would.

That is, until the storm grew tired of them, like a cat and it's prey. And now this cat was ready to eat. Waves larger than buildings had slammed into the ship, throwing men off left and right, all while he held onto a nearby line with a death grip. Until the ship was turned on her side, and sent him falling into the sea. There'll be no recovering from this, he thought as he fell through the air, before finally hitting the water below, and then... Darkness.

It felt like hours until he finally washed ashore. He lay in the sand for what felt like an eternity, though it was doubtless only a minute. Finally, struggling to his hands and knees, the old man would slowly drag his sorry hide out of the surf onto the dry sand, before retching, vomiting up all the sea water he had accidentally swallowed in his desperate struggle to live out there. Minutes passed, where all he could do was heave, until there was nothing left for his stomach to remove.

The taste of salt water and blood felt fresh across his lips again afterwards, and for a moment, he wondered if it was his own. No, no it wasn't, he reminded himself. He saw a vision of all the bodies out there in his mind, torn to shreds, impaled, and worse. The fish had already started to feast, and doubtless a few sharks would be coming soon. Whoever wasn't dead already out there would be as sure as dead once those beasts arrived. And yet, Alaster found that he did not care. All he cared about was living.

Finally, the man would check himself, to see what he still had. Compass, soiled paper, a charcoal stick, his knife, his cutlass, his pistol. Everything seemed to be in order, and the man would place his hand upon his head to straighten the hat he was so used to having on his head, until he realized that it was missing.

Jumping to his feet with the energy of a pirate half his age, Alaster would frantically examine the coastline, looking everywhere. There! Rushing forwards, he would snatch the hat off a crab that had been moving back towards the ocean, placing it on his head and smashing the crab with his heavy boot, and continuing to smash it, over and over, until nothing was left but a bit of chitin and some meat. After a moment, his fury would wind down.

The hat had been his fathers, and was given to him by his mother, before she had passed away, saying that both she and his father would always watch over him. He had cherished it immensely, and never let it go. Just the thought of almost losing it nearly sent him into another fit of rage, but he pushed it down, bottling it up inside him.

Taking a moment with a clear head, he would reexamine his gear. Both his sword and dagger were in pristine condition, despite his time in the water, and he'd doubtless need them. The compass was always useful. The pistol was useless now, considering he had had only the one shot, and the powder was ruined now. Although, the flintlock mechanism still worked, and that would make starting a fire far easier. The paper and charcoal were also useless in their original capacity, though once they dried, would make great kindling and fuel for a fire.

Besides that, he had various other items and tools, though he was not worried about them at the moment, for he had just now spotted someone else, another survivor, perhaps? Or maybe even a local of this place whose shores he found himself washed upon?

Whoever it was, Alaster just hoped and prayed it wasn't the captain.


StoneWolf18

 

[erzulie]

The storm that raged the day before had surprised Narissa. In her long life she had seen many. The storm had been bad, the winds had howled and the water had turned into some raging beast. Next had been the rain and the hail. They came down quickly, causing her to take cover in a attempt to avoid getting pelted. There was no doubt in her mind that there would be ships wrecks. It would surprise her if some of the debris landed on the island. She didn't think about the humans. Surely they would be attacked by the sea's predators or drown. Narissa almost felt bad for them, almost being the key word. She had caused many ship wrecks herself and she stole their treasure as well.

Realizing that her mind was wondering Narissa focused on her task. She was collecting a variety of fruits to eat. In her arms was a hand woven basket. So far her basket was only half full. If she stayed on task then it wouldn't be long before it was filled to the prim. Humming to herself Narissa continued on her way. Eventually she finished her task and began to head to the beach. What awaited her at the beach caused her heart to drop. Narissa paused in her steps, momentarily stunned at the sight. Quickly she hid behind a tree, she clutched the basket in her arms tightly.

There were humans on the island! Perhaps they were dead and just washed up on the beach after the storm. That thought was tossed away when they started to move around. Narissa gasped softly as she watched. They were not just regular old humans either...this group was made up of pirates! The storm hadn't just caused a bunch of ship pieces to wash up, it had brought some of the crew as well. Her surprise began to dissolve and in its place came anger and some fear. Narissa knew in her heart that things would never be the same. Her peaceful home had been tainted by the presence of these pirates.

 

[Lost]

"You're doing well," Faust assured the young pirate. "The bloodletting is nearly finished." The boy merely nodded in response, the only indication he had heard his caretaker. It had been like this since the boy fell ill, with Faust administering treatment after treatment. The first few times the lad had perked up when the doctor entered the room, his face hopeful at the prospect of a potential cure. That very same face was now strained with pain and damp with fever. Under the illness, however, Faust didn't see the boy's typical hope. He saw resignation, the resignation that he was going to die. Even worse, Faust was starting to think the boy was right.

The young man had fallen ill several weeks ago, and neither herbs nor remedies seemed to improve his condition. Atmora was getting impatient, as while he worked on this patient alone the other, less severe cases were put on hold. Faust knew she was reaching the end her rope, and he needed a miracle. Thus, bloodletting; a rather extreme and finicky form of treatment, but his only real option left.

And the boy's, for that matter, Faust thought as he watched the youth toss and turn. If this didn't work, the boy would surely die, whether by blood loss or disease. Whatever the outcome, it would take time. Faust could do nothing but wait. Wait, and hope.

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The boy died an hour later.

A few crewmates came to see him. They all phrased it differently, but all of their condolences had meant the same thing: 'You did your best.'

Faust knew they spoke the truth. He had used up half of his supply on the boy, spent days laboring over him, testing all the tried-and-true methods he knew. If that wasn't his best, he didn't know what was.

Nevertheless, it still weighed on him. It always did.

The doctor knew he could not rest, though. There was still work to be done.

He rose from his desk, his moment of respite over, and walked to his door. If he was quick about it, he could treat a few of the minor cases before dawn. Those had been piling up as Faust had worked on nobody but the boy. I guess that's one blessing in this terrible situation, the man thought to himself grimly, I can finally play catch-up.

Before he could open the exit, however, the ship lurched. Faust stumbled away from the door with a cry. The vessel tottered and turned again, and threw the doctor once more. He tumbled back across the room and into the far wall before he found his footing and staggered to the door. When he threw it open, he saw the rest of the crew hadn't fared much better. The majority of the crew gaped in terror at the raging storm with the captain, whilst some, such as Alaster, laughed madly as they worked against the torrents of rain.

Faust couldn't help but think of the temple they raided as he watched the madness. Could this be divine retribution, their deaths the will of the very deity they stole from?

No, that's ridiculous, Faust. He forced himself to move, to join the men already working, despite his petrifying fear. They worked to pull the lines taut and to clear the water flooding on the ship, but it was a fruitless endeavor. For every line they secured, two more snapped, for every bucket they threw off, a lake's worth more joined them on deck. Soon, the men began to give up, pushing and shoving to reach the edges of the boat before it capsized. Faust tried to stop as many as he could from abandoning ship and giving up on their home, yet his voice was drowned out by the roar of the sea. One particular pirate shoved past the doctor, and the young man lost his footing on the slippery deck. The last thing he saw was the tumultuous sky before his head collided with the wooden floor, and everything went black.

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Faust stiffened as he came to. He wasn't dead. His head hurt, and the sand pressed painfully against his face, but he wasn't dead.

He opened his eyes with a squint, the harsh sun beating down on him, and started to stand...

...only to fall back to his knees, coughing up water. He sat there for a while, emptying his lungs until his body was satisfied, before finally collapsing back on the beach. As he sat there, shaking, Faust found himself wishing he had perished in the terrible storm.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

The night had been rough. A storm had struck the sea, and even Calista found trouble in trying to feign the current. It threw her body into an endless cycle of twists and spins. It threw her off of her search for food. Needless to say, she wasn’t expecting her body to become so submissive to the volatile changes of the weather, and to such a drastic extent. Whilst being tossed around the waves like a forgotten beach ball, she had found herself with a rather large cut on her hand. The coral beneath her had managed to grasp her in its sharp and unforgiving arms, and for a moment she felt completely helpless. Blood from her hand had begun to trickle into the water, creating swirling and calming paintings that caught the eye, and perhaps a predator if she had not been careful enough. Whilst lightening and thunder crackled rather mesmerisingly above, Calista couldn’t help but blame herself for getting caught up in it rather than sticking to her usual post to watch it’s beauty. The ocean never failed to capture her within its alluring behaviour.

Waves upturned and crashed, exploding into and into each other in a chaotic frenzy of bubbles and briny foam. Thunder sent vibrations throughout the water, and lightening bled it’s life source out into the sky just for her viewing. And although it churned her around, she found herself able to grip onto a steep cliff edge and observe. Whilst peacefully observing, from the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a boat. Calista blinked. Humans? They never came around this route, storm or no storm. The current was too strong, and the cliff faces and eroded cliff faces were too dangerous for a boat to fit through in fear it’d get torn to shreds. The sea’s natural defence for all sirens. It was an uruly site, completely rare even. Her bright emerald eyes speckled with golds and blues shot up to the wooden structure with a frown. Even from her distance away, she could sea the water engulfing and swallowing chewing the boat following ominous creaks and even accompanied by some screams. Her tail swished back and forth as her hand continued to bleed. She put the hand to her mouth, hoping to clot the blood with her warm saliva, but instead came to the realisation that the cut seemed to be quite a lot larger than her plump lips could handle.

Calista had hoped to have been of some help, but the storm and her inability to swim properly in that current had been in her way. This time, however, she didn’t feel any jealousy. But then again, she had never witnessed a ship-wrecking. It was quite the scene given the weather; interesting to say the list. But the creaking of the boat, the sound of the waves colliding, the smell of brine, the lightening veining through the sky like millions of capillaries, the thunder screaming above it all was leaving her in a trance like state, fingers now loosely gripping the rocks as the scene went on.

For hours, and hours, and hours and...

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By now the storm was over, apart from the few furious waves still wanting their say in nature’s argument. The cool blue that had once been hues too dark for the human eye to comprehend swirled with foamy patterns, patterns that soon broke as her emerald tail swiftly broke through them. A man’s body had drifted past her, and she had watched as it floated with the current towards the bay. The island humans had never step foot on before, though she knew homed many sirens. It wasn’t long before the sea had guided the man onto the sand, where he must’ve been safe. From not so far away, she observed. Luckily for her, it was high tide so her tail was hidden well in the water, but she kept low anyway, just in case. From behind the safety of her rock, she swam forwards, only her eyes and forehead visible in the murky depths. Her blood had begun to travel forwards, and although it had started to clot, it was traveling towards and staining the nearing sand. It wouldn’t be too long before it stopped, she reassured herself. The sharks and deadly predators didn’t roam these waters, and even if they did she could easily defend herself.

Eyes widening at the sight of him kneeling over, she watched as the unwanted continents of his lungs spilled onto the beach below him, and he then flopped back over with exhaustion. Calista felt a soft and relaxing tune hum from her lips. Usually, sirens used these abilities to cause ship chaos, but she felt the need to help this man, and any other beings on the same beach that she couldn’t see. It was a song of hope and relaxation, wise in its ways. It was quiet, but loud enough to subconsciously be able to hear. Whether it had an effect, whether it calmed anyone down, she wasn’t too sure. But, she could at least hope.

Lost
(And anyone else washed up on that beach).

 

[doneanddusted]

The storm yesterday was something that bothered Kai more than anything. The young siren had stayed under a cave for the storm, thinking: I could do better. Actually, she had never really caused storms. Perhaps there was a part of her that couldn't bear to cause pain on humans, however bad they were. Now the day was clear, and Kai decided to grab a quick snack and go swimming. The girl with dark blue hair grabbed a banana (because... bananas...) and ran to the coast, literally shoving half of it into her mouth. The ocean was closer and closer. The girl jumped on to the sand and continued running. She suddenly stopped. There were humans. Humans! Kai's heartbeat sounded like a herd of galloping horses. She froze and stared at the humans. They could see her. And she could see them. Kai was a startled deer... but were these humans the hunters?

The humans were most definitely pirates. They must've gotten shipwrecked from the storm. Kai wanted to be angry and unleash her power on them but... but she couldn't move. She wasn't scared... right? No, she definitely wasn't scared. She was just... just waiting. Kai could see blood in the ocean waters. Where was the blood coming from? Was a human still in the water? Where were the other mermaids? Were they still asleep?

Then, a wave of calm. Where did the calmness come from? There must be a siren nearby. That was reassuring. Kai took a few steps back, trying to escape from the humans' sights.

Lost StoneWolf18 ElectricDandellion @anyoneelsereallyaslongasthey'reinthearea

 

[Vampunk]

Miss O'Connors, the first mate of the notorious pirate vessel, would have complained to her Captain about them raiding the Temple of the Sea goddess, but knowing Atmora's temper and the deed already being done she had decided against it. Instead just cursing the awful feeling in her gut and the shiver down her spine whenever she thought about what the legends foretold for those who would dare to desecrate sacred temples.

Superstition had always been one of the things the crew used to tease her with, earning them dismissive groans and eyebrows raised in annoyance. But this time it seemed like Muriel's intuition was right, or at least that's what it felt like when the crew ringed the alarm for the storm that they got into, making the first mate rush on deck, green eyes wide as they behold the swirling mass of black clouds and the thundering waves that threatened to sink their ship.

"Ah seven hells! We're fucking cursed!" Muriel hissed through gritted teeth, her face warping into that stoic visage of hers as she tried banishing these thoughts from her mind and began ordering the crow around.
"Take down the sails and secure them, I don't want these winds to rip off our mast!" Muriel hollered as she started securing whatever wasn't nailed down on the planks, growling as rough ropes threatened to rip the callous flesh of her hands open.

But just as they had secured most of the ship and a triumphant grin started creeping unto her face, Muriel's eyes widened at a titanic wave towering over their vessel before collapsing on top of them, sending the woman tumbling over the railing and into the dark, violent waters of the sea as everything went black.....




Only for her to awaken, surprisingly still alive, face buried in the warm sands of some island's lagoon as small crustaceans already started to dig through her fiery red hair in the search of hidden treasures, making the woman grit her teeth as she pulled the eight-legged critters from her face, tossing them into the shallow waters of the reef before getting to her feet.
"Bloody hell, we're shipwrecked...." Muriel groaned, her hand coming to brush through her messy hair before coming to meet the hilts of her two trusty blades, having survived being tossed out into the open sea.
Her eyes wandering around the coastline the first mate tried spying any more survivors as she wondered where exactly she had ended up and why it wasn't davy Jones' locker.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Slowly Atmora became aware of the presence of others around her, the woman waiting a moment before finally stirring and sitting up, placing a hand on the hilt of her saber as she examined her surroundings. Littered along the beach were people she recognized, those that were- or had been - apart of her crew. Although what she focused on was the man walking towards her.

It was Alaster, and he didn’t look all that pleased.

Muttering a series of curses, seeing as she knew the man wasn’t all that fond of her, she would still keep a hold the hilt of her sheathed weapon while standing. Even though she was a bit unsteady due to how fast she did this, she still shook some of the sand from her coat and sent a glare in his direction. The captain would open her mouth, beginning to say “I ord-...” But it died in her throat. They were shipwrecked with no clear way of getting off the island and because of it, she no longer held any sort of power. Clenching her jaw because of this and taking a slight step back, she was about to say more when two things caught her attention.

The feeling of being watched, and a faint calmness swamping the back of her mind.

Unsure of either of them, she’d begin to try and locate the sources. The former was obviously the pirates that littered the shore and… a native? A young woman was stood about halfway in between the treeline and water, a banana shoved into her mouth. They would’ve had to have some mode of transportation unless this was a prison! Now ignoring the older man behind her, Atmora would move towards Kai, a hand still on her saber as she advanced calling out “You! Yes you there!” Even though there was something off about her… something she couldn’t place, if it meant getting back to some sort of civilization, it was a risk she was willing to take.

doneanddusted Dalamus Ulom

 

[doneanddusted]

"You! Yes you there!"

Kai froze. She swallowed her banana and turned slowly to face whatever called out. The human was alive enough to speak. A female with tan skin and long brown hair was moving towards her, a hand on... a sword? Yes, a sword. Kai had seen those things before. They threatened to kill her with those when she was a human. And now a human of the same type was moving towards to her, ready to kill her if she had to. What could Kai do? The young siren was still. Silent. Slightly on edge. But then she broke the silence with a "What?" It came out as if Kai was carefree, as if she knew these humans were shipwrecked and she didn't care, as if she was powerful and addressing someone lower than her. Did Kai intend this? .... Sort of.

Sirens were, in many ways, superior to humans. They could use their voices to throw humans around like puppets. They could cause storms and overturn ships. They could breath both in water and above, and they rocked a totally awesome tail. Could humans beat a totally awesome fish tail?

StoneWolf18 @mmm who elseee

 

[erzulie]

Narissa felt a sudden calm come over her. One of her kin was singing, but for what reason? Maybe she wished to soothe their nerves because of the sudden appearance of pirates? Narissa wasn't sure but she was grateful for it. It stopped her from reacting without thought. Narissa watched as the pirates came to and slowly climbed to their feet. She was about to turn and leave to find another way to the ocean when she noticed someone. It was Kai and she was running for the ocean. Narissa watched as she ran and was spotted by one of the pirates. The younger siren seemed to freeze up. In her head she urged to go, to keep running towards the water. It wasn't long before she was spotted, one of the humans headed for her. Their hand was hovering over some sort of weapon. Narissa narrowed her eyes, a feeling of protectiveness washed over her. She stepped out of her hiding place from behind a tree. She hadn't meant to but her instincts told her to move. Her fruit filled basket was held tightly in her arms.

Narissa was close to singing. Maybe she'd be able to get them to walk into the water and drown. Or maybe the predators would get them, she want picky. She stepped forward a little more. There were bodies on the beach and so far four of them had climbed to her feet. Were her kin around? Surely they would be able to take them. "Leave her be!" She shouted.

doneanddusted StoneWolf18 Vampunk Lost Dalamus Ulom

 

[Lost]

Faust, after a moment, found the strength to sit up. For the most part, his nausea had subsided, though he still felt bedraggled and weak. And, whilst his clothes were sopping, his supplies diminished, the doctor, at last, had an opportunity to reflect on recent events.

They had crashed; after years of sailing, plundering, and always coming out on top, they had crashed. Faust could hardly process it. It had seemed, for a time, that they were invincible.

Obviously, such a line of thought couldn't have been more wrong.

The young man finally stood, shaking off his grim nostalgia, and turned his gaze to the area around him. The environment was fairly remote, surrounded by empty sea for miles with jagged rocks protruding here and there around the bay. While the sea had calmed since the storm, the waves still licked the stone hungrily. It was a wonder he survived the fall from the boat, let alone the float to land. He would be hard-pressed to get off the desolate isle; that was, if Faust even lived that long.

Faintly, as he mused, the doctor was aware of a subtle shift in his emotions. He had no tools, no food, and his crew had likely perished. But for some inexplicable reason, Faust was calm. More than that, he felt hope, hope that the future would be better than a dismal life on a remote island. Hope that maybe he wasn't alone.

The faint spell was broken, however, when a muddy red liquid caught his attention. He crouched near the sand to examine the bay water, and Faust felt bile rise in his throat as he did. That was blood.

His gaze flitted to the ocean, searching. He knew it was likely a dead fish or two, and he was getting antsy for naught. But maybe it was another crew member, washing up from the wreck. Maybe they were still alive.

Whatever the case, Faust would find out soon enough.

ElectricDandellion @(Anyone else I may have missed[?])

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Alaster was more than a little annoyed that the captain had miraculously survived the shipwreck, considering all the good men and women that had died during the storm, but that wasn't important at the moment, especially considering the two natives that had come onto the beach. One, a young looking girl with black(or was that blue?) hair, and another with long amber hair. The black haired girls voice sounded carefree, but he knew it was an act by the way she held herself, tense and frozen. The other held herself more with anger, and her voice seemed protective. The black haired girl's older sister, perhaps? Whatever the case, the way she held the fruit basket that she was far more angry than afraid. Did this mean she had allies nearby? Or was she armed?

As he continued to mull this over in the short time, he would find his mind oddly becoming... Calmer, despite the precarious position he and the captain found themselves in. After a moment, an idea would form in his mind, one that could either kill all the survivors, or save them. In the blink of an eye, Alaster would pull out his flintlock pistol, and aim it at the amber haired woman. Even if she didn't know what a gun was, she'd be able to tell Alaster was quite willing to kill by the newly snarl on his face that had replaced the placid look from his moments of contemplation.

"That's it, enough! Unless either of you want a fucking ball of lead blowing through your guts, I'd suggest you shut the fuck up, and answer any questions the captain has for you. Otherwise, this'll get ugly." His voice boomed across the beach, and it was doubtless that everyone nearby would hear him clearly.

A few moments after speaking, the old man would lean in close to Atmora, and almost silently whisper into her ear. "I haven't got any dry gunpowder in this thing, so I would like to kindly suggest that you ask your questions fast before these two realize the truth.Then, I would also suggest we grab the other survivors and get the fuck off this beach, if that's all alright with you, ma'am,"

StoneWolf18 erzulie doneanddusted Lost Vampunk ElectricDandellion

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Calista watched reluctantly as the scene before her started to unfold. A siren had unknowingly stepped onto the beach, unaware of the danger the strangers could be possibly holding. Reluctantly, she clenched her teeth, hoping the woman would be able to escape, but it just seemed as though she were too shocked to move. Calista had to help, and fast. She watched in silence, her humming drawing to a halt. It didn’t seem to be working; a man had drawn out a gun. Her father used to have one years ago before she had turned. He used to threaten unworthy customers who wouldn’t pay their bills at the bed and breakfast; it wasn’t the scariest sight, a red, rounded man with his stubby finger cocked on the trigger, pointing it at a tall bloke who looked like he could have had bullets for breakfast. But in this case, the ruddy old man seemed very strong, he stood strongly on his feet, and an authoritative hat placed upon his unruly locks.


The briny sea lapped at her cheeks and she felt herself become soothed. It was as if the sea was singing her it’s own melody. Leaning her head back, she allowed the sea to comb through the back of her hair, allowing her to think up a plan. Calista could not show her true form, of course. Then they’d all know. Then they’d all die. Swishing her head gently around the waves, she smiled kindly. She had an idea.


Eyes grasping onto the man she had first caught sight of, she suddenly watched as he had appeared at the edge of the ocean, investigating what had seemed to be a dark red pool. Where was it coming from? Tracing the red streaking liquid tainting the blue of the sea, Calista drew it back to herself. Eyes widening now, her bright green eyes stabbed at the man as his eyes seemed to fly in her direction. Almost instantly, she ducked into the murky depths. The water fanned her hair out around her in blonde and slightly green locks. Without hesitation, she swam into the nearest cove. This particular cove stood in direct sunlight, an easy and efficient way to dry out. Needless to say, one wouldn’t want to be stuck in this cove for long than a half hour. Her eyes scanned the cove, looking around with slight reluctance at the sight before her. The mere thought of drying out her tail made her cringe, and she couldn’t help but try to convince herself not to do it. If that were she in trouble, she’d appreciate the help of another siren, so why couldn’t she be brave enough to bring herself to morph into human form? Yes it’d be painful, but if it meant helping her own kind, she wasn’t fussed. Pulling herself onto a ledge, she sharply batted away a crab and lay there. As her scales started to dry, they became somewhat crispy and majorly uncomfortable. Biting her bottom lip in discomfort, she felt the bones shift around. Holding her breath, she attempted to stop herself from screaming out in pain as the natural genetics in her tail started to form two limbs. Closing her eyes, she let the process continue.


It wasn’t so much as painful turning from human to siren, but when siren, the tail had to rip into two. Very painful to say the least.


Opening her eyes, she pouted, stretching her new found legs. That was quicker than anticipated. As her wet, long hair began to stick to her bare body, she stretched outwards. Admittedly, she did miss being a human. Standing weakly, she began to attempt to edge the cove and as her legs became stronger, she started to run across the rock until, finally, she met the shore.


“Sisters!” She began, staring pointedly at the other sirens. “I leave you for a few but mere moments and look already at the trouble you’ve managed to trap yourselves into.” Her bloody hand covered her chest, allowing blood to drip down her smooth stomach. Eyes growing fiery at the sight of a weapon, she glared at the older man, narrowing her gaze. “They have no need to answer your damned questions! This is our home, you intrude, we ask the questions,” although small in height and young-looking, she was very fiery, and despite the weapon, she felt obliged to stand up to the pirates. God knew how she had already started to lose as much blood as she did, perhaps it was the fact that the sea had started to clot it. But now attempting to cover her bare body, she had moved it and allowed the blood the recirculate.


In the corner of her eye, she spotted the man from previously. Her head cocked slightly to the side, but her attention suddenly refocused on the older man, heart thumping rapidly.

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[StoneWolf18]

It wasn’t a secret that Atmora wasn't’ the most… diplomatic person. But she could reason, most of the time. Which when the second nude woman with hair at an impressive length clutching a basket of fruit to her chest stepped out from behind a tree and shouted for her to leave what she assumed to be a friend or relative alone. WIth a slight grumble, the captain would’ve slowed her advance and opened out mouth to try and explain their predicament when Alaster had his own plan.

Cursing as he tore his pistol from his holster and began to wave it around, the woman knew that the bloodthirsty old man was most likely going senile. Passing him a slight glare she’d be quick to respond in a low yet clearly taught tone. “They can’t even wear proper clothing, so what makes you think they pose any sort of threat. Even though we’re waterlogged we can still fight.” After saying this she would refocus on the now three women, the third making quite the entrance. This one seemed to appear somewhat younger but her voice and tone said otherwise, yet it wasn’t that what stood out to them but the blood streaking down her torso from where her hand was being held. A wound? From what? This caused Atmora’s gaze to narrow slightly, the thought of predators on the island not a welcome one.

Slowly moving her hand from the hilt of her blade, she would begin to speak slowly. “He will not fire if you remain still. We didn’t choose to wash up on this island, a storm not too long ago sank our ship. We just would like to know where we are so we can return to the nearest port, if you would happen to know where that would be.” Somehow, she doubted these three would know anything, unless there was a settlement further inland that they had come from.

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[doneanddusted]

A gun. A cry from Calista. Blood dripping from the siren’s body. A request for the nearest port. A sudden realization that Kai was naked in front of a man. The girl teacher her hands in an attempt to cover her chest without making it overly apparent. God knows if that actually worked.

The man that had threatened with a gun seemed just like the men who had killed her. It stirred a bit of anger in Kai... but she kept her calm. Still, she hated these types of people. The woman, though... she was okay.

“We aren’t aware of any ports nearby,” Kai narrowed her eyes, trying to make herself seem 1000 times as important as she probably actually was. “In fact I’m pretty sure you’re far from any port.”

She then turned to Calista.

“What happened?” She murmured to the other siren. “Is this from the storm or the newcomers?”

She chose her words carefully in case the humans could hear her.

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[erzulie]

To put it frankly Narissa was shocked for a moment. The nerve of the human to actually pull out a weapon and to aim it at her no less! Despite turning into a siren all those years ago she still remembered weapons that humans used. She had collected quite a few from the ships that she wrecked. She was about to speak but she paused. Another of her kin had made herself known. She was bloody but it didn’t seem to bother her. When she spoke Narissa turned her attention back to the trespasser. “We have done nothing sister! These....come to our home and dare to point their weapons at us.” She said defensively.

Narissa’s attention was stolen by the woman who had washed up. She had the aura of someone in charge, a commander of sorts. She was sure that this woman was the captain of the pirate crew. “It would be unwise to underestimate us. Pull the trigger if you dare old man, you will regret it. I promise you that.” She snarled at him. Her slightly pointed teeth gleamed in the light of the sun. “There is no way off of this island. You will surely perish here.” She smiled at them, it was not a kind one at all. She turned her attention to her other sister. The siren hadn’t been turned too long ago. It was obvious from the way she tried to cover herself.

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[ElectricDandellion]

“Storm,” Calista replied in response to the calmer, female siren. “It was only a piece of coral, nothing to worry about,” she whispered gently. Although she had tried a ‘family setup’ in order to help the other sirens out of it, it didn’t seem keen to sit well, and it seemed as though none of the strangers had taken to it. The blood on her hand had started to clot again once more, crusting onto her slim stomach with an element of comfort. It stung inevitably, but it wasn’t a pain too excruciating to bare. She could handle it, she assured herself. Turning towards the other siren, her long, blonde hair tinted with deep green swirled in healthy curls around her thighs. “They dare,” she repeated stubbornly, eyes rising in an almost aggressive manner. Releasing her hand from covering anything, she stood as tall as she could being 5’3.

Calista felt her brows furrow as her soft voice spoke out. “I’m afraid that you may never leave this island. There are no ports as such, and boats never take to the tide here. You can try your best. Being pirates, you may stand a better chance than the rest, but I’ve seen many come and go, unable to survive in such a place. There are no cities, no shops, no villages. I’m pretty damn sure there aren’t any true natives either. Search the island high and low, it provides the mere necessities if you search well enough,” Her voice became softer towards the end of her speaking. Unable to pinpoint a reason for it, she felt a small sadness suppressed in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy, perhaps? Nostalgia? Large lips pouting, she stretched her legs out a little. What else was there to say? The older man seemed as stubborn as leather, and the woman somewhat calmer, but held a dominant aura. Their minds were unlikely to be swayed. “What port will you need without a boat?”
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[Vampunk]

Joining the other survivors of their once numerous crew, the first Mate came to eye the others as she raised her hand, shielding her green eyes from the sting of zenith sun.
"Seems we're the only survivors, seven hells..." O'Connors cursed, raising an eyebrow as she examined the others, drenched to the bone and looking more like some tavern drunkards than actual seafaring buccaneers.

But before they could start working out a plan to get off the blasted island and search for any surviving loot or rations a few suspicious strangers arrived, making Muriel's eyes narrow into slits.
There were a lot of frightful tales of washed up crews being subject to natives cruelty, stories of maneaters and worse usually being told during dark nights and drunk banter.

Taking a step closer to her crewmates, Muriel's hands came to rest on her twin blades, clutching them tightly as her knuckles began to turn white, her eyes darting to the sea creatures and Atmora.
"I warned you not to pillage that cursed temple, Cap'n..." O'Connor growled through gritted teeth, looming over Atmora as she slows slid her already rusting blades out of their holsters.

"Not a single step closer, lest you want to lose a limb or two. I'll gut ye like fish if you even dare lay a finger on anyone of MY crew..." Muriel hissed at the strange women, their taunting already getting under her skin.

 

[doneanddusted]

Narissa was threatening the man who had drawn his gun, and Calista was taunting the humans. If these weren't dangerous humans, Kai would've probably gone all out in a fight. She was obviously much more powerful than everyone else. Maybe. But these were humans, moreover pirates, and for that reason Kai seemed to have grown a brain for once. She glared at her two siren friends, knowing well that those two were the only ones she could try to calm down.

"Stop that," she said. "Let's not commit unnecessary murder."

Kai was pretty sure that if they actually did fight, her sisters and her would win by a tsunami. She looked back at the humans. A red haired one was getting ready to do some killing, her hands gripped tightly over two knife-things. They used those to cut Kai's hair, her skin... they used those to threaten her, saying they'd cut just more than her skin. Pirates were dirty scum.

"I suggest that you look around the island," she said, keeping her voice calm. "Maybe you'll be able to make a boat or something. If you can't, at least there's food. Pray that the Sea Goddess has mercy on you and gives you a way to return home."

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[StoneWolf18]

Things… were getting out of hand relatively fast. Atmora had almost given up on solving this encounter problem free, with her first mate’s threats and the gun that was being waved around things didn’t seem to be all that peaceful. But when they finally explained that they weren’t natives and there wasn’t a port close by, a pit began to form in her stomach.

They were literally stranded.

Listening with a grim expression creeping ever slowly onto her face, the woman knew that they could try and scavenge and see what they could find… but building a boat was out of the question. It had only been a few days since they had raised the template, and now she was more than convinced the storm hadn’t been a random occurrence.

She had been about to speak when she did notice something off about one of the women in front of her. When she smiled her teeth held sharp edges like that of a shark or other predatory animal. Ideas began to surface of who they could be facing as the pirate once again took hold of her saber, finally able to speak once the sea goddess was mentioned.

“If that’s how you suggest we leave, then we’re going to rot here.” She almost snarled these words, clearly distraught with the situation. Of all the thing she prepared for, being stuck in the middle of nowhere wasn’t one of them. She had thought her ship, herself to be invincible, as that's what a life filled with few that can oppose you does. Atmora had been blinded, and now with the veil removed and reality now in full view, she was lost. And trying to swallow a defeat where death seemed to be the likely outcome wasn't easy.

But then she became curious… even if they did end up fighting one another, she couldn’t help but ask. “If you are all not natives… how did you end up here?” She was already certain something wasn’t right with them, but what she couldn’t quite tell.

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[erzulie]

Narissa nodded when asked if they had dared to threaten them. She was relieved that her sister’s wound wasn’t too serious. A cut from some coral was nothing compared to the things they’d survived over the overs. She frowned as she listened to her speak. Her voice started to lose its bite, it was softer now. Narissa couldn’t think of a reason for it. She watched as yet another human got up. Her hair was red in color and she had a stern look about her. She watched as the human noticed her crew members. She had even shot a complaint at the captain. When her gaze landed on her and her kin she changed. She looked as if she was face to face with a shark.

Narissa narrowed her eyes as they human threatened them. It seemed as if this crew favored using threats to get what they wanted or to scare them. “If you’re crew attacks first then we will attack. The nerve of you lot. Acting as if you’re the boss around here. Your status on your ship means nothing here.” She hissed. The basket in her hands tore a little. Her clawed hands digging into the material. “You and you’re crew have invaded our home.” It was obvious that the human was afraid and apprehensive towards them. For the most part they looked human. What could she be afraid of while they were in this form?

Narissa looked at the supposed Captain and then to Kai. She snorted at her fellow siren’s words. She was slowly putting two and two together. The red-haired pirate at been complaining about a temple being raided and their captain’s response to the sea goddess helped her guess. “Oh I see, the storm that raged yesterday wasn’t a random storm.” She raised an eyebrow at the captain. “If you try and leave by boat I have no doubt that you’ll be dragged to the sea floor.” She shook her head. Narissa ignored her question about where they came from. She didn’t plan on revealing just what they were.

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[Lost]

After a few moments of futile searching, Faust turned away with a sigh. It was foolish of him to lose his wits over a little blood; there was nothing out there save the delusions of an overwrought doctor.

His attention off the ocean, Faust examined his earthbound surroundings. Aside from the body of water, the beach was flanked by trees stretching inward for miles, and foliage dotted the border between the sand and forest. It was all fairly mundane, not unlike the coasts of the mainland, save for a small commotion farther along the way. Several shapes stood together rather stiffly, rather like people in their countenance.

Faust had to blink once or twice to ascertain his stressed mind was not playing tricks on him. The silhouettes did not disappear, however, and he broke out into a run, a grin plastered on his face. He hadn't been the only one to survive!

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The doctor had been glad when he awoke from the crash alive, and elated when he discovered life other than himself. Now, Faust was simply confounded.

He had reached the group of six; three of which he recognized as Atmora, Muriel, and Alaster, who had his gun pointed at the other three, a trio of naked women. Naked.

Faust opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, dumbstruck. The young man couldn't even begin to fathom a proper response to such a bizarre situation, least of all after nearly drowning to death.

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[ElectricDandellion]

Calista narrowed her eyes in distaste. “No one said anything about murder,” she whispered, her voice becoming slightly frosty. “But if worse comes to worse, it will not be necessary even then. We will all have to find another island to inhabit, but I have grown quite fond of this one, and so I am most reluctant to give it up,”

Turning back towards the pirates, she felt her thick brows furrow. “The one way in which you could leave is by makeshift boat, but trying to find such resources on this island is rather difficult. I will not have any of you destroying the beautiful life that lies on this island, gracefully given to us by the gods and goddesses. Selfishness as such will not be condoned. I suggest you see to it that any injuries are looked to before you set up for the night. Because, trust me, you will not be leaving tonight, not without a boat. Or even with a boat, you will find it very difficult.” Wiggling her toes in the sand, she battled back a smile. She forgot how amazing legs were! The sensation of walking was magnificent; how had she forgotten so about it?

Shaking away the thought, her eyes dragged towards the man she had seen before. He looked baffled, as if somebody had reached into his chest and had a squeeze of his heart as it writhed in their grasp. His mouth opened and shut like that of a fish, and she confusedly tilted her head to the side. “Are you feeling nauseous? Hit your head? Perhaps you ought to see a doctor, if any of you are-were the doctor on your ship.” Long hair swaying with the wind, she took a ginger step towards him, visually checking him over for obvious wounds. Out of all the other pirates, this one seemed the most mellow. She sensed he was not dangerous, but even so, she took a step back again; how was she to know whether he was just putting on a front? “There are an abundance of healing herbs on the island, a little north east from here. 500 yards or so. I wish you the best of luck, but you will not be staying near us. We are not at your beck and call, and we are not prisoners. We live natively here, and I’ll be damned to take any of your orders,” She was now aiming her comments at the three stricter pirates, clenching her fists.

 

[doneanddusted]

Narissa, unsurprisingly, was aggressive and didn't answer the obvious leader's question of how they were on this island. She seemed to say that the storm yesterday was caused by the pirates...

That makes sense... Kai thought.

Calista was ready to leave... which was actually a pretty good idea compared to fighting. But then she kept speaking with the softest tones of aggression, about not being able to build a boat, and to not be selfish. She then addressed the man who was gaping... looking straight at the sirens... Oh Goddess, he actually cared that they were naked. Kai shuffled uncomfortably. But then, after checking the shocked man and talking about herbs, she spoke with even more aggression to the

"Yeah, we were born on this island," Kai added on with a sigh (lol) after Calista.

She gave Calista a glare that said CALM DOWN.