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(Ch 1 / Part 1)
Chapter 1
The groan and crack of timber jolted me out of the canvas hammock with an indignant thump to the slimy deck. A loose keg of water careened into me before I could stand. I was slammed up against the moaning hull of the galleon, the roar waves and wind battering against the soaked wood. Pinned in place by the water barrel, I felt my senses swim from the water keg rolling over me. My senses weren’t the only thing swimming; the whole cargo hold was in sway to the mad beat of the storm. With a stiff mewl I slid the water keg off of my belly and found my footing precarious on rain slicked wood. A quick glance gave me a full view of a cannon butting through the top deck where I could only guess it had broken loose during the storm. Rain poured in around the iron frame the cannon was lashed to; a miniature waterfall ran greedily over the deck wrapping it in maritime slime.
A small hiss escaped my lips knowing what the salt water would do to the leather pants and corset I wore. Better than drenching my steel armor and setting rust in. My feet slipped as I skated for the beam where my hammock was tethered and swaying madly to the storm. The crate beneath it was still lashed in place and gave me a sliver of peace that my armor and blades were not taking a cold salt water dip. My tail swished sluggishly from the tiger striped fur drenched and going numb from the cold wind pouring in. A lurch as another wave slammed into the galleon had me tangled up in the hammock, the soles of my sandal boots finding now purchase on the wet wood. A quick and savage mauling from my clawed hands set me free from the strangling embrace of the hammock and deposited me unceremoniously on the deck again. I’d had enough of this topsy-turvy world and made quick work unlacing my sandal boots. My paws found the slick, wet wood discomforting but now I had the upper hand as lethal claws slid out and bit into the deck.
I began fishing out the oiled leather satchels from the crate and slung the shoulder straps crisscrossed over my shoulders. I’d be a damned fool to stay down in the cargo hold as supplies smashed around in this storm. After a waltz or two with more storm churned cargo I reached the rickety wood stairs to a topside hatch that was rattling against its hinges in the howling winds. I could stay within the cargo hold, perched on these stairs, safe from debris puncturing my Felissii hide. However I was fond too of finding out why the captain had sailed us into a storm. I worked the latch on the hatch and felt it ripped from my hands as a gale force wind slammed the hatch into the wood deck. Ice cold rain drenched me in an instant giving me a distinct longing to change my mind. I gripped the hatchway tight and fought against the wind. A wind stung view of the main deck gave site to Felissii sailors that scrambled in a mad flurry of soaked fur, clinging canvas and flailing ropes as the storm gleefully ravaged the rigging.
“Well I’ve played perilous gambles worse than this.” My words sputtered in vain hopes to steel my courage.
With a jaw aching grit of teeth I found myself scaling the main deck, my three inch claws biting deep into wood as I worked to the aft of the ship and the wheelhouse. Each foot of deck I moved across, the wind tried to rip away, my oiled satchels becoming poor makeshift sails. Frothed, roiling waves rushed over the rails of the galleon as I reached the steps leading up to the wheelhouse, a scream was heard as a Felissii sailor was swept into the inky back ocean. I kept my amber eyes locked upon the massive oak wheel that seemed to strain the in gaunt hands of the captain. A firm set was upon the jaw line making a striking ridge of determination upon the old Felissii’s snowy leopard face as lightning struck a yard arm.
Shouting hard into the wind I tried to ask him about the storm. “Captain Tilson! Why have you set our course through a fierce storm?”
“Miss Talon! Get bellow to the cargo hold! This is no place for a lady!” Captain Tilson roared back to me.
A wall of foam flecked ebony water surged up over the aft of the galleon slamming into us like a wet and heavy titan. I gave several sputtering coughs; my mouth tinged with the briny taste of the ocean and tried to glimpse Captain Tilson. He was gone, two spokes on the pilot wheel missing like rotten teeth in a lazy kittens mouth. Fear struck down to my bones seeing the captain gone, my mind crying out to be back on the cliffs of Madesto and my homeland of Chanteer. The time for home was long gone; I had chosen my fate to buy passage out of the country, to flee my death. Now it seemed death had simply bided its time until I was at its mercy upon the roiling angry ocean.
“Land!” A voice roared out from the crow’s nest.
A bone jarring shudder wrenched through the ship as timber and planks cracked with a chorus of splintering pops. I was hurled from the steps of the wheelhouse and slid across the splintered deck, the screams of Felissii sailors being flung in all directions a minor note to the symphony of chaos. My back smashed into a section of railing, a painful respite as lightning illuminated jagged fingers of rock over my shoulder bathed in foam. The galleon had run aground of some shoal and the sound of more splintering was heard as the storm beat at the impaled ship without mercy.
Scrabbling to my paws with an aching cold that joined the camp of my misery I stumbled through the buckled deck. Cries in choking darkness could be heard as I neared ruined forest of masts. A hand latched onto my shin and a gurgled plea for help met my ears. The Felissii sailor attached to that trembling grasp was skewered among snapped beams and twisted iron hoists. I knelt and braced myself in to the howling storm as wind and waves surged with more passion over the deck. Prying the sailors hand from leg, I stumbled through the last rite of Cala Mormor and touched his head. He gave a weaker gurgle as he fought for his last breath and his head slid from my slick hands as his existence ended. I left dead sailor to his life now in the surging waves and continued on searching for survivors.
Fate, it would seem, had other plans for me than rescuing Felissii sailors. Lightning coursed through the howling night sky, snapping at the iron upon the galleon. I felt hot fingers lance into my side before the electrical discharge slammed into me like a massive boot. I tumbled through the banshees of the storm and felt my world grow colder as my mind registered a distant splash of a body hitting water. A rocking lullaby lulled me into darkness until I felt the waves roll and beat me against the hull of the galleon. I started to swim in desperation, the black water giving me no sign of up or down and I could only hope I was reaching the surface and not sinking deeper to my own life in the storm. Lungs ached for air as my limbs turned to lead in the cold waters. My life started flicker before my water masked eyes as I saw the myriad of choices that lead me here. At least my family would no longer remain in slavery if the bloodline ended with me.
The deafening roar of wind heralded my arrival to the surface and my lungs demanded air and coughed violently as it was appeased with liberal doses of salt water. Strange shapes bumped and rolled over me in the waves and I latched onto the familiar shape of a barrel bobbing in the same helpless mercy I was in. My claws bit hard into the barrel as I rode along the rolling dark hills of the storm. Time slid by me like a stranger. How long had I been steeped in the cold water and when would I finally join the Felissii sailors in a watery grave bellow? My thoughts were smothered as a wave slammed me into jagged rocks of the shoal and the sounds of the storm and the bite of the cold water left me completely.
(Ch 1 / Part 1)
Chapter 1
The groan and crack of timber jolted me out of the canvas hammock with an indignant thump to the slimy deck. A loose keg of water careened into me before I could stand. I was slammed up against the moaning hull of the galleon, the roar waves and wind battering against the soaked wood. Pinned in place by the water barrel, I felt my senses swim from the water keg rolling over me. My senses weren’t the only thing swimming; the whole cargo hold was in sway to the mad beat of the storm. With a stiff mewl I slid the water keg off of my belly and found my footing precarious on rain slicked wood. A quick glance gave me a full view of a cannon butting through the top deck where I could only guess it had broken loose during the storm. Rain poured in around the iron frame the cannon was lashed to; a miniature waterfall ran greedily over the deck wrapping it in maritime slime.
A small hiss escaped my lips knowing what the salt water would do to the leather pants and corset I wore. Better than drenching my steel armor and setting rust in. My feet slipped as I skated for the beam where my hammock was tethered and swaying madly to the storm. The crate beneath it was still lashed in place and gave me a sliver of peace that my armor and blades were not taking a cold salt water dip. My tail swished sluggishly from the tiger striped fur drenched and going numb from the cold wind pouring in. A lurch as another wave slammed into the galleon had me tangled up in the hammock, the soles of my sandal boots finding now purchase on the wet wood. A quick and savage mauling from my clawed hands set me free from the strangling embrace of the hammock and deposited me unceremoniously on the deck again. I’d had enough of this topsy-turvy world and made quick work unlacing my sandal boots. My paws found the slick, wet wood discomforting but now I had the upper hand as lethal claws slid out and bit into the deck.
I began fishing out the oiled leather satchels from the crate and slung the shoulder straps crisscrossed over my shoulders. I’d be a damned fool to stay down in the cargo hold as supplies smashed around in this storm. After a waltz or two with more storm churned cargo I reached the rickety wood stairs to a topside hatch that was rattling against its hinges in the howling winds. I could stay within the cargo hold, perched on these stairs, safe from debris puncturing my Felissii hide. However I was fond too of finding out why the captain had sailed us into a storm. I worked the latch on the hatch and felt it ripped from my hands as a gale force wind slammed the hatch into the wood deck. Ice cold rain drenched me in an instant giving me a distinct longing to change my mind. I gripped the hatchway tight and fought against the wind. A wind stung view of the main deck gave site to Felissii sailors that scrambled in a mad flurry of soaked fur, clinging canvas and flailing ropes as the storm gleefully ravaged the rigging.
“Well I’ve played perilous gambles worse than this.” My words sputtered in vain hopes to steel my courage.
With a jaw aching grit of teeth I found myself scaling the main deck, my three inch claws biting deep into wood as I worked to the aft of the ship and the wheelhouse. Each foot of deck I moved across, the wind tried to rip away, my oiled satchels becoming poor makeshift sails. Frothed, roiling waves rushed over the rails of the galleon as I reached the steps leading up to the wheelhouse, a scream was heard as a Felissii sailor was swept into the inky back ocean. I kept my amber eyes locked upon the massive oak wheel that seemed to strain the in gaunt hands of the captain. A firm set was upon the jaw line making a striking ridge of determination upon the old Felissii’s snowy leopard face as lightning struck a yard arm.
Shouting hard into the wind I tried to ask him about the storm. “Captain Tilson! Why have you set our course through a fierce storm?”
“Miss Talon! Get bellow to the cargo hold! This is no place for a lady!” Captain Tilson roared back to me.
A wall of foam flecked ebony water surged up over the aft of the galleon slamming into us like a wet and heavy titan. I gave several sputtering coughs; my mouth tinged with the briny taste of the ocean and tried to glimpse Captain Tilson. He was gone, two spokes on the pilot wheel missing like rotten teeth in a lazy kittens mouth. Fear struck down to my bones seeing the captain gone, my mind crying out to be back on the cliffs of Madesto and my homeland of Chanteer. The time for home was long gone; I had chosen my fate to buy passage out of the country, to flee my death. Now it seemed death had simply bided its time until I was at its mercy upon the roiling angry ocean.
“Land!” A voice roared out from the crow’s nest.
A bone jarring shudder wrenched through the ship as timber and planks cracked with a chorus of splintering pops. I was hurled from the steps of the wheelhouse and slid across the splintered deck, the screams of Felissii sailors being flung in all directions a minor note to the symphony of chaos. My back smashed into a section of railing, a painful respite as lightning illuminated jagged fingers of rock over my shoulder bathed in foam. The galleon had run aground of some shoal and the sound of more splintering was heard as the storm beat at the impaled ship without mercy.
Scrabbling to my paws with an aching cold that joined the camp of my misery I stumbled through the buckled deck. Cries in choking darkness could be heard as I neared ruined forest of masts. A hand latched onto my shin and a gurgled plea for help met my ears. The Felissii sailor attached to that trembling grasp was skewered among snapped beams and twisted iron hoists. I knelt and braced myself in to the howling storm as wind and waves surged with more passion over the deck. Prying the sailors hand from leg, I stumbled through the last rite of Cala Mormor and touched his head. He gave a weaker gurgle as he fought for his last breath and his head slid from my slick hands as his existence ended. I left dead sailor to his life now in the surging waves and continued on searching for survivors.
Fate, it would seem, had other plans for me than rescuing Felissii sailors. Lightning coursed through the howling night sky, snapping at the iron upon the galleon. I felt hot fingers lance into my side before the electrical discharge slammed into me like a massive boot. I tumbled through the banshees of the storm and felt my world grow colder as my mind registered a distant splash of a body hitting water. A rocking lullaby lulled me into darkness until I felt the waves roll and beat me against the hull of the galleon. I started to swim in desperation, the black water giving me no sign of up or down and I could only hope I was reaching the surface and not sinking deeper to my own life in the storm. Lungs ached for air as my limbs turned to lead in the cold waters. My life started flicker before my water masked eyes as I saw the myriad of choices that lead me here. At least my family would no longer remain in slavery if the bloodline ended with me.
The deafening roar of wind heralded my arrival to the surface and my lungs demanded air and coughed violently as it was appeased with liberal doses of salt water. Strange shapes bumped and rolled over me in the waves and I latched onto the familiar shape of a barrel bobbing in the same helpless mercy I was in. My claws bit hard into the barrel as I rode along the rolling dark hills of the storm. Time slid by me like a stranger. How long had I been steeped in the cold water and when would I finally join the Felissii sailors in a watery grave bellow? My thoughts were smothered as a wave slammed me into jagged rocks of the shoal and the sounds of the storm and the bite of the cold water left me completely.