Who Dunn It?
Losses and failure are often touted as big you make them. Many carry with them lessons of necessities. Others don't seem to have an end until the universe is done putting you on trial.
The aftermath of a brutal battle left emotions running rampant. A Pirate Captain missed out on several Sun's of the Living. Even the oldest magick of Era's thought loss, couldn't suddenly bring the Captain to a conscious state or functioning. Each night a new Crewmate of what was a promising band of gold, once visited their Seeker. Many emotions ran against him in bed-side as he was fully drowned under a coma.
Doubt crept, reality hit.
Things weren't going to get better, this fairy tale story had come to an end. Gloom rampantly grew, and with dreams on the line... That fact was just too much for many to handle. One dusk, Captain's estranged daughter walked into his cabin. Struggling to swallow as she saw her Father in a state that was ultimately, she felt a sense of responsibility. All that transpired in that dark-pit wouldn't have ever occurred if she didn't still own the bullet on the brother of the man, who her father fought to the brink. That silver-tongued pirate in her father, managed to turn a situation from a potential War of butchery, bloodshed, into a sacrificial battle, laying everything on the line. Her eye's heavy seeing continuous flow of aether flowing through machinery of magitek, pumping nutrients, breathing apparatuses bound to him. She hadn't gained the misfortune of witnessing this side, sure she met him with bandaged arms, unusable ones, but this was something far more critical and concerning. Walking to him with guilt in her quivering voice, "If I didn't act impulsively." She felt the unbridled guilt, falling to his bedside and wept trying to brave restraint. Yet showing an actual Father and Daughter closeness, that continuously was blooming in the most unlikely ways. Always showing glimmers of surpassing not just the Captain but her Grand Father compared to their own youth, their temperaments getting the better of them not recognizing it until things were too far gone, what they love, treasured most in the world drifted from their grasp... She still had a chance to grow beyond to take advantage of history. After settling her conscience she withdrew to her own quarters. While another matey aboard, their emotion was about to hit of dangerous conspiracy. When you witness the closest person you revere, fall in battle. It's personal, if you can't do anything about it that weaknesses seep into you sometimes, to rid it you feel a liability to have it eliminated. Or worse, yet that loss feels as your own. This felt eerily familiar before with the last time Captain was brought to a mutiny. Masked and gloved, a sneaky assailant joined forces with shadow, about to cause a full on betrayal. Taking ethanol fuel and leading a pathway to bed's rest. Before matching a lighter and setting ablaze. A fire broke out, heading and directly sent to extinguish the life of a Captain.
It seemed he was on the verge of really finding himself. Showing that nobody could halt him, he brought happiness to many aboard, got them closer to finding who they were on his own path. Guided the balance between shore and sea. Although there were promise's of ferrying them to their destination of greed they never questioned that he couldn't have gotten them there. Never once showing discrimination under his sail, there was trust and feeling of an actual home despite how diverse the wild personalities were, they were felt universally kindred under his leadership, he even began confronting forces larger than him.
None saw his overall results of change more than his mental-counselor and advisor aboard, Slafhota who continuously checked on him and was out for his well-being. The fact he chose her, over drinking out of the bottom of vices to numb out existence, or channel his self-dismay into lust and fuck it out of him, everything that resulted into temporal remedies that he did formerly, was proof he wasn't hopeless. Her eye's opened in explosiveness as she screamed and charged and shouted aboard, the cabin had a wall of fire. She saw in the corner of her sprint the ember slowly burning through the layers of blankets bundling him. shouted with a tear that fell between the lid's crest, "FIRE! CAPTAIN O' OUR CAPTAIN!" Only on the scene. She doused herself with her own aspect of water magic and without any footwear ran into the engulfing flames her large sea roe frame leapt forth and yanked him off his machinery and pulled him rampantly out of the seething fire and dragged him out against his slumping nature. Everyone accounted for got to the top of the decks and with real unity and a touching mankind's most amenable attribute despite many of them were atrocities, noted monsters hiding their teeth, or they didn't trust each-other none of that mattered in this test as they brought bucket to bucket, took places giving compressions and air to the Captain in this moment they were a fully-empowering Crew. ...But those fumes sizzled out and were doused. Their orbs needed to wander behind their skulls. If someone was willing to do this. How far would they go stuck in the midst of the sea? This was an organized attack of one of their own. Who could've done this? Perhaps taking out the Captain was botched, and ended unsuccessfully. But in this singular motion, whoever was the mastermind, had not only further envenomed doubt but broken everyone's trust. They brought chaos, the purest discord to the ship. An already uneasy atmosphere had taken over. They fought amongst one another after they put Captain back to rest. Questioning even the one who sprung to save him... As often the first on scene. That was curious. Then they even quizzed, his own fleshing-blood in Klethera the last who visited him in their many witness, and had threaten his life formerly, but truthfully this Crew had all partaken in some sort of dangerous accolades, they all could have a motive if one really thought it out. Their combined sense, and reasoning, was all being pin-pointed on one individual in-particular and singled out. Who has done this before? The important check-box in any investigation, History, Motive and Reason. Well, who other than, the right-hand man, the First Crewmate Judas wasn't just providing questioning but being the most-questioned with intent, after-all, a snake like him; the predator of deceit. This is a man who strategically lays plans ahead, at least that's what anyone's initial thoughts would have of him.
Sudden vocal skirmishes of shouts pierced through the veil. A mutiny was going to take place, but in that unexpected, instant after many Sun's escaped. Amber feline eye's awoke, with a dry, voice, "Can ye fucks keep it quiet? I'm tryna' rest." A painful chortle hitting his lungs as he coughed up some smoke. Signs of consciousness returned.
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