"It's you I'm fighting for. He can't lose with me in tow." ~ Amy Winehouse
Morning. Johnathan did nothing since Renne left--but to cry and just go catatonic. And that was when her brain went flashbacky...
Late in the evening, close to one in the morning. A cloudless quarter-moon-filled night. The stars were like little white dust particles upon a sheet of black. The port of Bangil, along the southern shores of Morie Country, were having a grand ol' time. Though all of the said-grand-ol'-time were in the Pub and the brothel right next door to it. Sailors and the Port-Town's folk laughing and singing all throughout the night.
They were quite a few ships at port for the evening, but only one of them had candlelight burning. Vaguely seen through the windows of The Missing Link's window was the young and lone Captain Johnathan Tapole. Her quarter's were filled with empty bottles of rum and various alcohol; paper streamers and dyed-paper confetti. It seemed like...yes, it was the Captain's birthday that evening. However, she was not celebrating anymore for the night. Paperwork all over her desk, ink spots here and there on her hands. For now, she was completely oblivious to everything.
Quietly sailing along the waters was a ship of black-wood. The sails themselves were hoisted; as if the waters alone were guided them quietly through the night towards the ports.
"Keep it still, Langley. We need our quota by the mornin'."
The lycan, in a holey-sailor's outfit, nodded a bit as he watched towards the port; eyeing the four ships that were there.
Twenty-three other lycans and wolf-kin were getting prepared for the raids among the silenced ships. It was another ten minutes or so before the blackened ship set port.
"Be silent, but take all that ya can." The supposed-captain lycan, the only one who was dressings were clean--at least not holey--grabbed ahold of his saber.
Having the lycans and wolf-kin hop off the blackened ship and climb onto the other silenced ships. Crashing down the covers to get to the bowl; for all the cargo. The lycans made a train to transfer the cargo from the original ships to their own.
The Missing Link was the second ship to get raided. And Johnathan heard the thumping from above. Moving from her desk over to the windows, she blinked and widened her eyes a bit as she slowly backed away from the window. With that, the frog charm--now on her neck--slowly glowed to a forest-green tone. She glanced down and knitted her eyebrows for a moment. She then quickly looked back up to the door when she heard the voices going down towards the cargo.
"Joseph. I saw a light o'er there. Ya and Marlow cheack to make sure that there is noone--or they are dead."
The two lycans sneered, but then nodded to the captain, having their daggers at the ready. Climbing down the set of stairs towards the captain's quarters' door; the two chuckled as they kicked down the door.
When Johnathan heard the captain order two of the crewmates to look down in her quarters, she quickly went over to the two lit candles and blew them out. She then slid two of the boards directly under her desk--something that she did during her first year onboard--and squeezed herself, in a fetal position, inside the little coffin-like box that was there. Moving the two boards back as if they were always there; with only two seconds to spare...before the raiders kicked down her door
"Come out, come out, yeller-back. We still smell the snuffed candles." The lycan named Joseph sniffed around a bit, yearning to smell something sweet and salty. Speaking of scents, their own was not delightful. A mixture of swamps, the sea-waters, and weeks of personal perspiration reeked of the two lycans. The muzzle from the two gave a low growl; ready to bite and attack whenever possible. After five minutes of destroying the crates of paperwork, the streamers, and over-throwing the desk--letting the still opened ink-well drain out all over the place--Joseph growled with both anger and disappointment. "Come on. The Cap'n will need our help." And with that, the two climbed back up the stairs to help out on deck.
Nearly an hour went by before Johnathan realized that the coast was clear. Keeping in her fetal position just for a moment longer, she moved her hands--what little room there was--up to move the boards. She peeked her head up a bit; but then tears slowly rolled down her face. It was not because that her ship was ruined and the cargo was stolen. No. But for the fact that she was a yellow-backed coward. Even through her tears, she found it confusing on why the lycans did not smell her out so easily. Blinking through the tears, she looked down to the frog charm; it was not glowing the forest-green anymore; but the frog's belly was a forest-green. Johnathan did not understand--until about fifteen minutes later, she watched the blackened ship leave the ports. The frog charm slowly faded back to the original crystallized-green color. It was then that Johnathan knew that the frog saved her. But only from the lycans. How could she explain everything to her crewmembers--or even to the other captains of the harbored ships. And there was only one thing she could do--and she did not want to. Climbing up onto deck, to see that half of their mast was ruined; she climbed off onto the platform and onto the docks themselves. Running as fast as she could. It took her nearly ten minutes to get to the otherside of this Port-Town..and luckily, there was a small brothel there that was still open.
It was morning light what she feared. To act surprise of this raid--but her brain let her know that it is lycans and wolves is what she has come to fear the most.
As if coming out from a thought, Johnathan slowly raised her head and blinked. Her stoic face came back. But this face, though, had something else with it. Determination. Grabbing her bag, she stood up, glancing down at the new ring. She then looked up and started to head back towards the Pub.
The warrant's presence will not fear her. She will go out to the City-Above and find all that she needs. The jury, the defender, prosecutor, the judge, anything and everything. For she will win Renne back; but this time, fairly.
Morning. Johnathan did nothing since Renne left--but to cry and just go catatonic. And that was when her brain went flashbacky...
Late in the evening, close to one in the morning. A cloudless quarter-moon-filled night. The stars were like little white dust particles upon a sheet of black. The port of Bangil, along the southern shores of Morie Country, were having a grand ol' time. Though all of the said-grand-ol'-time were in the Pub and the brothel right next door to it. Sailors and the Port-Town's folk laughing and singing all throughout the night.
They were quite a few ships at port for the evening, but only one of them had candlelight burning. Vaguely seen through the windows of The Missing Link's window was the young and lone Captain Johnathan Tapole. Her quarter's were filled with empty bottles of rum and various alcohol; paper streamers and dyed-paper confetti. It seemed like...yes, it was the Captain's birthday that evening. However, she was not celebrating anymore for the night. Paperwork all over her desk, ink spots here and there on her hands. For now, she was completely oblivious to everything.
Quietly sailing along the waters was a ship of black-wood. The sails themselves were hoisted; as if the waters alone were guided them quietly through the night towards the ports.
"Keep it still, Langley. We need our quota by the mornin'."
The lycan, in a holey-sailor's outfit, nodded a bit as he watched towards the port; eyeing the four ships that were there.
Twenty-three other lycans and wolf-kin were getting prepared for the raids among the silenced ships. It was another ten minutes or so before the blackened ship set port.
"Be silent, but take all that ya can." The supposed-captain lycan, the only one who was dressings were clean--at least not holey--grabbed ahold of his saber.
Having the lycans and wolf-kin hop off the blackened ship and climb onto the other silenced ships. Crashing down the covers to get to the bowl; for all the cargo. The lycans made a train to transfer the cargo from the original ships to their own.
The Missing Link was the second ship to get raided. And Johnathan heard the thumping from above. Moving from her desk over to the windows, she blinked and widened her eyes a bit as she slowly backed away from the window. With that, the frog charm--now on her neck--slowly glowed to a forest-green tone. She glanced down and knitted her eyebrows for a moment. She then quickly looked back up to the door when she heard the voices going down towards the cargo.
"Joseph. I saw a light o'er there. Ya and Marlow cheack to make sure that there is noone--or they are dead."
The two lycans sneered, but then nodded to the captain, having their daggers at the ready. Climbing down the set of stairs towards the captain's quarters' door; the two chuckled as they kicked down the door.
When Johnathan heard the captain order two of the crewmates to look down in her quarters, she quickly went over to the two lit candles and blew them out. She then slid two of the boards directly under her desk--something that she did during her first year onboard--and squeezed herself, in a fetal position, inside the little coffin-like box that was there. Moving the two boards back as if they were always there; with only two seconds to spare...before the raiders kicked down her door
"Come out, come out, yeller-back. We still smell the snuffed candles." The lycan named Joseph sniffed around a bit, yearning to smell something sweet and salty. Speaking of scents, their own was not delightful. A mixture of swamps, the sea-waters, and weeks of personal perspiration reeked of the two lycans. The muzzle from the two gave a low growl; ready to bite and attack whenever possible. After five minutes of destroying the crates of paperwork, the streamers, and over-throwing the desk--letting the still opened ink-well drain out all over the place--Joseph growled with both anger and disappointment. "Come on. The Cap'n will need our help." And with that, the two climbed back up the stairs to help out on deck.
Nearly an hour went by before Johnathan realized that the coast was clear. Keeping in her fetal position just for a moment longer, she moved her hands--what little room there was--up to move the boards. She peeked her head up a bit; but then tears slowly rolled down her face. It was not because that her ship was ruined and the cargo was stolen. No. But for the fact that she was a yellow-backed coward. Even through her tears, she found it confusing on why the lycans did not smell her out so easily. Blinking through the tears, she looked down to the frog charm; it was not glowing the forest-green anymore; but the frog's belly was a forest-green. Johnathan did not understand--until about fifteen minutes later, she watched the blackened ship leave the ports. The frog charm slowly faded back to the original crystallized-green color. It was then that Johnathan knew that the frog saved her. But only from the lycans. How could she explain everything to her crewmembers--or even to the other captains of the harbored ships. And there was only one thing she could do--and she did not want to. Climbing up onto deck, to see that half of their mast was ruined; she climbed off onto the platform and onto the docks themselves. Running as fast as she could. It took her nearly ten minutes to get to the otherside of this Port-Town..and luckily, there was a small brothel there that was still open.
It was morning light what she feared. To act surprise of this raid--but her brain let her know that it is lycans and wolves is what she has come to fear the most.
As if coming out from a thought, Johnathan slowly raised her head and blinked. Her stoic face came back. But this face, though, had something else with it. Determination. Grabbing her bag, she stood up, glancing down at the new ring. She then looked up and started to head back towards the Pub.
The warrant's presence will not fear her. She will go out to the City-Above and find all that she needs. The jury, the defender, prosecutor, the judge, anything and everything. For she will win Renne back; but this time, fairly.