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Blood

I sware I'm going to catch up. I'm on the fourth prompt of @writeblrfantasy's 12 Days of Writer's Self-Love. This time, we are fast-forwarding back to when Captain Fisher was a sailor. I have also now decided to introduce my favorite character of mine ever. The prompt this time is Blood.

She walked up to the front desk in the inn with a large sack draped over her shoulder. The tired inn manager looked at her with a grumpy expression. The manager was a grumpy kenku with baggy eyes and black feathers that slowly turned grey. Queen put the bag down and grabbed a handful of gold coins.

“Could I rent a room for two nights?” They sighed as if their entire day was another monotonous waste of their time. She placed the gold on the desk and pushed it toward them. The manager passively took the money and put it in a desk drawer. While they were looking through their list of available rooms, Queen looked about the lobby. A few huddled groups were chatting happily about their pleasant mornings. Most of them were elves or kenku. The manager grabbed a set of keys from the wall behind them and dropped it on the desk. “Down the hallway to the left, last door.”

“Thank you,” she smiled.  They scoffed at her and waved her off.

“Yeah, whatever,” they responded unhappily, fluffing up their feathers as they rested their head on their crossed arms. Queen sighed in disappointment and stepped away from the front desk. If it weren’t for the nasty storms out at sea, she would have been already out sailing. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and as Queen turned around to look, she saw a severely wounded human bleeding in the arms of a young Kenku.

“This human needs help!” they pleaded. The human wore strange, camouflaged clothing and was covered with multiple incisions and bruises from head to toe, bleeding immensely. Energy and shock flooded the manager’s face. Everyone’s attention had turned to the human.

“We need to get them to a chair!” the manager shouted as they stood up from behind the desk. Two elves set up one of the reclining chairs in the lobby. They quickly placed the human down. A necklace with a silver piece of metal hung from their neck. When Queen took a closer look, in the metal were engraved words. It took her a moment before realizing it was a tag.

Aspen I. Fawn, 2018 U.S. Citizen

  United States, National 

    Guard Ensign, 2018

“You!” the manager scolded Queen. She jumped unexpectedly and looked at them. “Can you fly to the medic?”

“I can’t fly,” Queen responded.

“You’re aarakocran, and you can’t fly?!” they gestured violently.

“Half aarakocran,” she corrected. 

“Can any of you use a healing spell?!” an albino kenku blurted out.

“We need bandages!” the young kenku stated. Queen quickly went to her bag and grabbed about five bandage rolls before coming back over. A tall elf had already started healing a large cut on the human’s right forearm as the others snatched some of Queen’s bandages.

“Do any of you have a horse?!” the manager called out.

“What do you need?” the albino kenku responded.

“I need you to ride your horse to the medic,” they ordered. “RUN!!”

“Okay! Okay,” they stumbled as they turned to the door. The human started gasping for air, coughing out blood.

“They’re waking up!”

“SHUSH!!” They slowly opened up their eyes, revealing their mystical golden brown eyes. They all were awkwardly glaring her down. The poor human stiffened up, her eyes darting around between faces. “Are you alright?”

“Uh,” she shrunk. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the inn,” Queen responded.

“I want names,” the manager cracked their knuckles.

“Woah, settle down!” an elf interrupted. The human was starting to look concerned. “We don’t need to be starting fights yet. Can you tell us what happened?”

“Well,” she paused for a moment. “I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“Don’t worry,” the young kenku spoke calmly. “We sent someone to get the medic.”

“Who are you people?” she asked.

“Most of us are locals, but some are traders from other kingdoms,” the manager sighed.

“Kingdom?? What kingdom is this?” she sat up, wincing in pain.

“Woah, lay back,” Queen insisted. “You’re still bleeding.”

“Ugh,” she groaned, leaning back, “fine.”

“You’re in the Aaraborne kingdom on Tora island. Did you not know that when you came here?” the manager tilted their head.

“It’s a long story, and I’d prefer not to talk about it,” they answered nervously.

“What kingdom did you even come from?” the young kenku asked, tilting his head to the side. “You have some pretty strange clothes, from what I see.”

“GUYS, YOU’LL NOT BELIEVE THIS!!!” a human burst into the room. “A DRAGONBORNE WITH DUAL SWORDS IS COMING THIS WAY!!!”

“Oh great,” the wounded human groaned. “They found me!”

[queenfisher1]

King and Queen Fisher talk about Kissing

King Fisher: Hey, what's your opinion on kissing? What's it like? Queen Fisher: Kissing? I've never kissed anyone. The only person who has kissed me is my mom. That was only on the cheek. If someone other than my parents tries to kiss me, they're going to receive a big slap on the face... unless I really like them. Even then, the possibility of me ever getting a boyfriend is very low. Up to now, every guy I met who tried to ask me out were idiots. I'm not going to fall in love with someone who shows off their muscles and talents just to win me over. I'm not impressed with any of them. King Fisher: But sis, don't you realize how lucky you are to even have lips? There's a reason I asked you. Do you see this?! I can't kiss anybody with a beak. Queen Fisher: You can receive kisses on the cheeks King Fisher: But then I can't return the favor! Do you see my problem? Queen Fisher: Do you even have a girlfriend? King Fisher: Does it matter? I want to be able to be romantic! What is romance without kisses?! Queen Fisher: Why does this matter to you? King Fisher: My entire life, when I was raised, I was deprived of bedtime kisses from my parents! Unlike your mom, my mom was aarakocran, hence, she also had a beak for lips. I'm having an existential crisis here!! Queen Fisher: hmm... why not think of it this way. Romantic relationships don't need to include kissing. As long as you guys love each other, you'll be happy regardless of your inability to kiss them. A romantic relationship is so much more than just kissing. It's the bond through the time you have together with them. King Fisher: mmm... I don't think someone would love someone like me. Queen Fisher: The only reason why someone wouldn't love you is how annoyingly arrogant you are. King Fisher: Hey! I'm not that annoying and you know it. Queen Fisher: Yeah, sure. Boasting how good you are at protecting someone and teaching people how to fly is totally not annoying. King Fisher: But I thought that's what brothers do for their sisters. Queen Fisher: Be annoying? King Fisher: hm! Queen Fisher: heh... How many times have I told you not to call me your sister? King Fisher: ... Does it matter? ... I don't care if we have different moms. We both have the same dad, and we both love him... and you're part of our family. There's no way in the seven seas I would call you something other than my sister Queen Fisher: *sighs* You're being romantic again. King Fisher: and?

To be honest, I didn't actually know what to write for the 11th prompt of @writeblrfantasy's 12 days of writer's self-love. I'm probably going to do a separate one for this same prompt but with Aspen and Simon. The prompt is Kiss.

[queenfisher1]

Dancing

Prompt 9 of @writeblrfantasy's 12 days of writer's self-love. This is the last short story with Captain Fisher and Aspen together. I've also dropped some more info about Aspen. This is the continuation of the last one called music. The prompt is dance.

“Have you ever danced?” Aspen asked. Queen looked at her, confused by what she meant. “This world’s rules are simple. There are tiles everywhere you step. Walking on them will make notes with different colors and sounds with no musical rhythm. Dancing on them, however, will create a song. Watch.” She walked around in a circle, tiles lighting up vibrantly with each step. The notes echoed around them like the wind. She looked at her for a long second before relaxing her shoulders.

“What does a song sound like?” Queen asked curiously.

“That’s the cool part. It’s not a particular sound,” she took a deep breath before closing her eyes. She took a slow step forward, to start a waltz. As soon as her toes touched the ground, the tile gracefully lit up. A harmonic tune eased into their ears, adrenaline pumping through Queen's veins. “It can sound like anything.” She began twirling around between the tiles, the rhythm speeding up into a soothing song of unfamiliar sounds. When Aspen put a little more pep in her step, a mystical voice and a strumming instrument added their melody. She stood there in awe as the song enveloped her soul. Aspen stopped, and the music slowly faded away into the black void. “You wanna try?”

“Me?” her heart beat faster than a rabbit’s step.

“Yeah,” she smiled. “All you have to do is think of a song you already know and start dancing.” Queen looked at the dark ground and took many deep breaths. A sea chanty eased into her mind and she started tapping her foot tentatively in thought. She jumped as soon as she could hear the beat but continued tapping her foot to the rhythm. Soon she could hear the lyrics sung by a masculine voice. Aspen looked at her with a raised eyebrow before laughing in joy. Before she knew it, she was singing along. As soon as the chorus boomed into play, she put her hands on her hips and did a little tap dance. As the song continued, Aspen joined in, clapping and dancing around. The tiles' color turned to a bright caribbean blue. A dash of bright white whizzed past them. Queen stopped dancing, looking at the sudden entity with them. Aspen also stopped and looked at the abnormal creature. The song began to fade away. “Pixel, drop it!”

“Alright!” the white ball cheered as they whizzed around. Soon, more like them appeared from nowhere and started doing a synchronized dance, an orchestra singing the same song. Queen’s breath slowly slipped away, being taken by the song. She looked at Aspen who was smiling right back at her. After the first verse, they all dispersed and stopped dancing.

“Hey, Pixel!” Aspen called out. The little white ball zoomed over to them and looked at them with its now void-like eyes. “Take us back, will ya?”

“Okay,” they blinked before crashing into the ground below their feet. Queen felt the ground underneath her disappear and could see her world once again. They both fell to the ground and landed on their backs. She stared into the portal, which slowly closed up and revealed the big blue. Aspen looked at Queen, and she looked at her. They then both burst into a series of giggles. Queen could feel the humid air soak into her skin once again. Taking deep breaths, she recollected what had just happened and sat up.

“You’re definitely not normal,” her chuckle slowly faded.

“Not in the slightest bit,” Aspen grinned proudly. Queen stared at her smug expression before laying back down on her back, her hands behind her head.

“So,” she exhaled after a deep breath. “There are more worlds out there, huh?”

“Yup,” Aspen answered happily. “They all have their own rules, creatures, and shapes.”

The two laid there, quietly staring at the sky. In the distance, she could hear the magic fireworks booming in the sky and the cheering of local citizens and fellow travelers. Birds in the trees began to sing their songs once again and the sun started to set. Aspen stood up and looked down at Queen.

“Welp, I’ve got to get going,” Aspen stretched.

“To where,” Queen sat up.

“I can’t stay here forever,” she responded looking up to the sky. “I gotta get back to finding my way home.”

“Are going to come back?”

“Eventually,” Aspen rolled her shoulders. She smiled at her stepping back.“I plan on it.”

“Are you leaving now?” Queen stood up.

“Yeah,” Aspen looked away to the sky. “I’ll make sure to visit again, ‘kay?”

“So this is goodbye?”

“More like a seeya later,” Aspen smirked at her.

“Alright, farewell until next time, I guess,” Queen took her hat off. “If you ever come back, you’re always welcome on my boat, the Grumpy Potato.”

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind,” she stepped back into an open space. “Farewell, friend.” In a single movement, a pair of grey and white wings sprouted out of her back, red feathers blushed her cheeks, a grey tail spread out in preparation for flight, and a crown of gold and grey feathers grew on the top of her head. Queen’s eyes widened in amazement as she watched Aspen take off to the sky. She danced in the air before diving into a summoned portal.

[queenfisher1]

Clothes

I've been falling behind more a bit lately. Just some mental break downs, that's all. Stupid Grammarly! Anyways this is the sixth post for @writeblrfantasy's 12 Days of writer's self love. This is a continuation of the third prompt for blood. You get to learn a little more about Aspen again. I'll probably have a third and last one with Captain Fisher and Aspen. This prompt is clothes.

Queen paced about the hallway, impatiently resting her chin on her hand, waiting for the door to open. She could hear the human rustling about, changing into clean clothes. The manager stood there thoughtfully, stroking their black beak. A few bystanders in the lobby spied into the hallway, concerned for the human. Queen stopped in front of the door and stared at it, pondering. A very masculine aarakocran doctor with golden feathers and eagle-like features exited the room, closing the door behind him.

“How are they doing?” she asked. They hissed out a long sigh before dropping their arms. “Is it bad?”

“No, they’re just . . . peculiar for a human,” he croaked. “They have bones in some strange places, especially on their back. It’s almost as if they’re trying to grow wings.”

“Were you able to heal her injuries?” she gestured.

“Yes, particularly their open wounds and bruises,” he nodded. “They sprained their wrist, which will take two days to heal, but that’s all. On the other hand, when I asked them where they came from, they did not give me a straight answer.”

“What did they say?” Queen crossed her arms across her chest.

“Well, they said they came from a place far away,” he answered. “I tried to get clarification, but they wouldn’t tell me.” Queen thought deeply as she hid her wings behind her back.

“Is it ok for me to come in?” Queen asked.

“Sure,” the doctor opened the door. She walked in and looked at the human, laying in bed, staring into an oblivion. They looked at her and waved shyly. She sat down by they bed and looked at them intensely.

“Hey,” they sat up, clenching the blanket. They had been changed into traditional patient clothes, the white cotton dress with a black scarf, but they still wore the tag on their neck.Queen looked into their eyes and saw a twinkle of changing colors.

“That tag,” she pointed curiously. “It has words etched into the metal. The name, is that yours?”

“Oh, you mean my dog tag?” they lifted the little metal piece. “Yeah, that’s my name.”

“So your Aspen?” she tilted her head, almost kindly smiling.

“They mispelled my last name but yeah, I’m Aspen,” they smiled cheesily. Her smile finally showed on her face and flaped her wings a few times.

“I’m Captain Fisher, but you can call me Queen Fisher, if you want,” she answered happily. Aspen sighed in relief and let herself slouch into the bed. Queen’s smile then disappeared after a few moments of thinking. “So where did you come from?”

She looked at Queen questionably before sighing in irritation and saying, “You’re gonna ask me that question too?” She leaned forward in anticipation of her answer. Aspen looked at her again and took a deep breath. “I’m from a VERY far away place.”

“That’s what the doctor said your answer was for him,” she leaned back. 

“Well, I’m sure not from any island or other land body in this world,” she mumbled under her breath. Queen thought for a moment, processing what she just said. “I’m just going to give you the same answer I gave him.” Queen scooted the chair closer to the bed and leaned closely to Aspen.

“Are you trying to say you’re from out of this world?” she whispered. Aspen’s face went pale as she leaned away from her. “Well?”

“I’m not from this universe,” she whispered back.

“I don’t believe it,” she stated grumpily. “Where did you really come from?”

“I’m telling you the truth,” she scolded quietly. “I was born in a world with tanks, air planes, and catastrophic bombs that can take out entire cities. I’m telling you, there’s more than just here. I’ve seen a sorts of things that you would think would be impossible.”

“Like what?” she came back to a whispering level.

“I’ve seen dragons of all sorts of shapes and sizes, small fairies who could lift something thousand fold their own size, islands filled with the nastiest creatures, even a world of blanket white that infinitely stretches into oblivion,” she spat quietly.

“That sounds nice,” she nodded sarcastically. Aspen grunted grumpily. “So, who was that person from earlier? That strange dragonborne with tattoos all over their body?”

“Oh, them?” she relaxed. “She goes by the name, Karma.”

“What happened?” Queen crossed her arms.

“First off, she wanted me to join her to rebel against a kingdom of people called Guardians. I refused her offer ‘cause I didn’t want to get involved in someone else’s fight. She started trying to tempt me into doing it, until I said, I wanted to live a normal life with the one I loved instead of fighting,” she looked away from Queen face with a sad expression slowly drifting into her eyes. Sighing heavily, she continued. “I was at the top a cliff with the man I held dearly to my heart, and we were suddenly shoved off the side and fell. We both survived, but… he didn’t love me for who I really was. When I was confronted by her after he broke up with me, I knew she was at fault. That’s when I got into a fight with her. She won and I fell through a portal, ending up here.” Queen looked at the ground for a long thoughtful second, imagining the scene.

“You sure you didn’t get drunk at a nearby tavern with those two?” Queen asked. Aspen looked shocked and gave Queen a disgusted look.

‘No! Why would you think I had gotten drunk?!” she protested. “I’ve never even had coffee! I only drink milk and water.”

“You’ve never had coffee?!” she held her forehead in pure confusion.

“Not even tea,” she added, shaking her head.

“You’re clearly missing out!” she gestured her hands. “Coffee is literally the best drink ever!”

“No! I’m against it!” she crossed her arms in an ‘x’ shape, rapidly shaking her head. “It’s against my morals!”

“What kind of place did you grow up in?”

“I grew up in a place where we believe in sleeping in!”

“You’re allowed to sleep in?!” a voice cracked. They both looked at the door to see the young kenku peeking his head out from the hallway. The three awkwardly stared at each other for a moment as the kenku continued to stand there. They slowly walked in, holding Aspen’s clean clothes in their hands. “Your clothes have been cleaned.” 

“Thank you,” Aspen nervously spoke.

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A God

Here's the seventh prompt for @writeblrfantasy's 12 days of writer's self-love. I decided to incorporate a seadog for this short story along with a diety. The prompt is God.

As the Grumpy Potato sailed on the sea, Captain Fisher grumpily stared at the seadog who was fidgeting with their fingers. Their hair was a golden blond and wore a red and white bandana over their head. She leaned forward and inhaled sharply. They started to feel very nervous and leaned back towards the bow. The tension grew as she was trying to remember why she had let them board her boat. Their eyes darted toward the sea as their awkwardness grew. Queen exhaled heavily and crossed her arms.

“Tell me,” she began. “Why did you board my boat?” They continued to fumble with their thumbs as they looked at the deck in front of them.

“I-I needed some more money,” they stuttered as their shoulders shrunk to their face.”I saw that I could g-get a lot of gold out of w-working… as a seadog… You were the only one who didn’t have a full crew…”

“What did I tell you when you first stepped onto this boat?” she huffed. 

“Don’t antagonize other sailors,” they sighed in guilt, “unless on your command.”

“And what did you do?” she braced herself for their answer, anger slower rising within herself. They clasped their hands together as they felt her intense aura.

“I, uh,” they become quieter and quieter, “shot… at a… trader.”

“Now how about you just stick to fishing, ok?” she grunted.

“Yes, ma’am!” they stumbled about the deck, getting their fishing rod prepared. Queen sighed as she cast her line into the sea, regretting life decisions already. Far in the distance, she could hear the unmistakable shouting of a far-off voice. Her irritation grew worse as she could hear their narcissistic ranting. The sound of cannon fire echoed in the atmosphere. She turned around, looking very unamused, seeing the white-robed and arrogant captain she wished didn’t exist. Their gold crown wrapped around their forehead gracefully, contrasting with his gnarly face and ignorant look. His almost white blonde hair violently waved in the wind. 

“Captain, is… something wrong?” they nervously asked. Queen shot up onto her feet and screamed at the top of her lungs, the poor seadog almost dropping his rod. Cannonballs were splashing in the water behind the stern.

“I REALLY DIDN’T NEED THIS TODAY!” she cried out. She turned to the cowering seadog and pointed toward the advancing destroyer. “You want to shoot at someone? Fine! Shoot at that idiot!”

“W-Wait,” he stuttered, putting the fishing rod down.

“Why are you hesitating?!” she gestured toward the boat. “Shoot at them!”

“Y-Yes ma’am!!” they stumbled, getting the cannon ready. Queen put her fishing rod down and started to aim a cannon toward the ranting captain. Their ship was of average size, its sails vibrant red, and a large cannon fixed to the front of the ship. Queen grabbed a cannonball without losing eye contact with her main target and stuffed it into the barrel of the cannon.

“Let’s see how you like this!” she muttered under her breath. She lit the cannon and fired away at the ship. The cannonball rammed into the center of the boat, making a large hole in its bow. The captain seemed to be growing furious. The seadog had finally managed to load the cannon and fired. It frighteningly grazed the top of the captain's head and put a hole in the deck. The ship started to slowly sink into the ocean. Queen looked at the seadog in shock for a moment before smirking. “Nice shot!”

The once arrogant captain began to flee, turning the ship to the port side. They watched as the ship disappeared to the horizon before laughing at each other. What an idiot, she thought. He thought he could pick a fight with me? Serves him right if his ship sinks. The seadog curiously looked at their captain as they were preparing their rod once again.

“Do you know who that was?” they asked.

“Hm?” she turned to him.

“That guy we were shooting at,” he clarified.

“Oh, him,” her smile turned into an angry frown. “He’s a centuries-old deity who just loves to sink other traders and fishing boats. He is really annoying.”

“What’s their name?” they tilted their head.

“How about we leave it as he is very annoying and a sore loser,” Queen ordered. “Now let’s get back to fishing and making money.” The seadog stared at the ocean blue before casting the line. The sun slowly dipped to the horizon, marking the start of evening.

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A Flower's Beauty

Here's the fifth prompt of @writeblrfantasy's 12 days of writer's self love. Still a day late like last time. For this really short story, Captain Fisher is not going to be featured. This is going to focus on a previous character I added for the fourth prompt and her love relationship with another character, Simon. As I said, she is a very special character.

The cool breeze flowed in her brunette hair as the sun set on the horizon, welcoming the twilight. Waves of light that reflected off the shore mirrored into her golden brown eyes. Thoughts of pure melodies and harmonies created a soothing symphony in her mind. Who knew a world could be so small compared to entire multitudes of alternate universes? Could a rose be more magnificent if it had many unique petals of different colors and shapes? Worlds that connect to more fascinating beauties that are unforetold. Timelines branch off another with no form, creating a tree full of wonder and curiosity. So many possibilities that never end, too many to count. From grass in the wind to leaves on a tree, the multiverse grew diversely every moment, living every second. It was a unique and exotic rose garden that continued forever, from lush forests to hot deserts.

Seagulls flew overhead, swiftly gliding toward the edge of the world. The ocean flowed like a ribbon in the wind. The grass rustled and tore underneath the steps of a hefty and ominous beast. The air around became comforting to the soul and welcoming to the heart. A gentle claw pushed her hair back, revealing her gorgeous smile. She could feel their soft embrace envelop her torso.

“Hello, Simon,” she carelessly whispered. They took in a deep purring breath before giving out a great sigh. She quietly giggled as she looked at the fluffy canine’s face.

“What do you think you’re doing out here, alone on the seaside cliff?” he softly growled. He snuggled his fluffy mane against the top of her head.

“Sightseeing,” she responded.

“Here?” he sounded surprised. “There’s only ocean blue and dumb birds.”

“Dumb birds, huh,” she playfully frowned.

“Well, I mean,” he stuttered. “Those birds are just, well, not as pretty as you.”

“Really?” she smiled. “Are you saying I’m your little angel?”

“Well, you don’t have wings, but yes,” he sighed in relief. They began to laugh at each other, smiling ear to ear. A gust of wind flowed around them as their laughter grew to silence. Ocean waves crashed against the cliff wall, creating a calm ambiance of nature. “I got you something.”

“What is it?” she stroked the fur on his arm. He gently grabbed her hand and placed a little blue rose in her hand. It was almost unreal. Its radiant color mystified her soul. “Where did you get this?”

“Found it in an enchanted forest,” he combed her hair with his claws. The stem’s dark evergreen shade was a shadow compared to the bright flower. “It was oddly in the middle of a patch of red roses. An oddball.”

“Heh,” she spun it around, observing it from all angles. “You know, I think I love it.”

“Really?” he perked.

“Out of all the places I could’ve gone, I’m glad I ended up here,” she smiled, holding the rose close to her chest. He joyfully grinned, embracing Aspen’s arms. Just as long as he doesn’t find out I’m not human, our relationship will never falter, she thought to herself.

[queenfisher1]

A Hug

I am going to try and keep up with @writeblrfantasy's 12 days of writer's self-love. I am going to write short stories about my character Queen Fisher, which is inspired by Krew.io, an online game. Queen Fisher is also my username for a lot of social media platforms. The prompt for this first one is Hug.

A mysterious fog clouded the calm sea. There was no breeze to push the black sails of the Grumpy Potato. The small boat waded in the unknown waters as if it were a patient lion waiting for its next meal. Captain Fisher whistled a fine sea chanty while waiting for a fish to nibble her hook. Everything has been at a stalemate for almost half an hour. The humid, cool air curled her hair gently and damped her wings. The line on her fishing rod suddenly jerked tight and bent the rod. She quickly started reeling in the supposed catch and pulled out a six-inch smiling tuna. The slimy fish squirmed in her grip as she tossed it into the ice box.

“It seems I’ve been running a little low on luck now,” she told herself. “The fish keep getting smaller the more I cast the line, and the wind has been silent for a long time now; however, every little bit still counts.” In the blink of an eye, the wind picked up once again. She took a deep breath and let the breeze flow through her hair, letting out a great sigh. “Ah, there it is. Took long enough.”

She adjusted the sail and let it loose, increasing her speed. The wind whistled in her ears, and the fog slowly faded away. Seagulls flew alongside the starboard, freely gliding along the breeze. It was a peaceful little moment in the sea. Out of the blue, something heavy splashed into the water, causing the entire ship to rock violently in the current. The sound of cannon fire echoed through the air. She pulled out her eyeglass and faced the stowage. A small boat with black sails was slowly catching up to her. The men on board, however, were firing their cannons somewhere else. After angling the eyeglass, a large navy ship came into view. It was advancing quickly on both of them. Cannonballs had fallen upon the waters surrounding the Grumpy Potato from a far distance. Her boat is under attack, and there is little to no escape. She quickly steered to the starboard side and adjusted her sails in an attempt to leave the battle. The atmosphere became progressively intense with fear and death.

“GET THOSE SAILS ADJUSTED, YOU SEADOGS!!” a captain called out. The voice felt familiar to her ears and soul that it frightened her. “WE NEED TO LOSE THEM!!” Looking back at the battle, she could see the most dangerous pirate standing aboard the small boat. Captain Tango, captain of the Tango; furthermore, is notorious for his boat’s speed and firing distance to destroy anything in his path. His two whimpering seadogs were scurrying about the ship, trying to follow his orders as quickly as possible. The captain impatiently became furious and took over the situation.

“FINE!! I’ll do it myself!!” he shouted. Captain Fisher hadn’t realized they steered their boat toward her until they were speedily heading her way. She could feel her heart beating faster than ever as doom seeped into her soul. Before she knew it, the Tango glided right past her on the starboard side. Terror spilled over her face seeing the stern face of a legend. Captain Tango’s whispy black hair and dark chocolate eyes pierced her soul. His fedora stood fast on his head, and his bowtie flowed in the wind. “Load the cannons!”

“OH, HAVE MERCY!!” she exclaimed as she steered to port to avoid them. Captain Tango quickly moved the ship alongside the Grumpy Potato.

“FOCUS ALL FIRE ON THE TANGO!!” another voice called out. Captain Fisher looked to the port side and stared at the large boat in awe. It was the infamous RHS Gargantuan. Cannonballs flew over her sails as they targeted the Tango. The ship slowly drifted away from the Grumpy Potato as they prepared to fire. She quickly headed her way toward the Gargantuan for safety. Behind her, they shot a cannonball and nicked the stowage, sending wood splinters into the air. 

“Why did I have to end up in the crossfire?!” she exclaimed. A shadow cast over her boat, and she looked to see the Gargantuan sailing in-between her and the Tango. Upon the great ship, she could see the aarakocran captain shouting orders to his men. His dark grey, blue, and white feathers glistened in the sun, and his sapphire eyes shone in the shadow of his hat. She sighed in reluctant relief; after all, it was her half-blooded brother protecting her. He turned to look at her and gently smiled. ‘Oh great, he’s giving me that smug look again,’ she frowned.

“Do not worry, Queen,” he shouted. “You are now under the protection of the RHS Navy.”

“Thanks,” she responded unamusingly, “and it’s Captain Fisher to you!”

“Come on, cheer up!” he chuckled. “I’m your brother!”

“Correction: Half brother!” she interjected.

“Alright,” he shrugged. “Just stay behind us, and you’ll be safe.”

“Alright, King,” she sat down, folding her arms. Before returning to the battle, he looked at her with the smuggest facial expression. It continued for hours before Captain Tango finally retreated to the northern seas. King Fisher’s first mate, a dragon borne, looked at Captain Fisher and smiled.

“Are you the sister General Fisher keeps talking about all the time? Queen Fisher??” he called out.

“For the last time! It’s Captain Fisher,” she protested.

“A captain, huh? Where’s your crew?” he asked.

“They’re on vacation in the eastern islands of Fantasia,” she scoffed sarcastically.

“Haha, VERY hilarious,” he rolled his eyes.

“It’s been so long since you last treated me with such sarcasm,” King Fisher commented happily. “My crew have to leave for Halbird Island soon. Consider my heroism as a brotherly hug for old times’ sake.”

“A figurative one?” she responded questioningly.

“Did you want an actual hug from your loving brother?” he taunted.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” she scolded angrily. King chuckled before grabbing the brim of his hat.

“By the way, can you fly yet, or do you need flight lessons again?” he teased.

“Leave me alone!” she shuddered. “We both know that wasn’t a great experience!”

“Alright then… Farewell until next time,” King smiled. Captain Fisher adjusted the sail and sped away from the Gargantuan without saying a word.