I managed to rewrite the story that got deleted! I tried to do this in the style of an mtg flash fiction!
"You'd think that you could expect a wizard to show up on time," I grumbled, stepping off the gangplank of The First Encounter. The afternoon sun beat down on me, and I adjusted my hat against its harsh rays.
The pebbley gray sand crunched under my boots as I strode up the beach for the lush jungle in front of me. Somewhere in the distance, I heard the shrill cry of a raptor, and I shivered in anticipation.
As a Forerunner of Captain Storm's fleet, it was my job to scout out the various islands in the fleet's path, to determine whether there was anything worth taking from them. Plus, I thought, the ten percent finder's cut isn't too bad either. I'd dreamed of exploration since my childhood in High and Dry. I'd studied as best I could, focusing on the fields of cartography, geography, and geology. That last one had earned its fair share of scoffs, until I had managed to bring down a crumbling cliffside on a pursuing Legion of Dusk dreadnought one week ago.
I shook my memories from my mind and focused on the task at hand. Shifting my bag to ensure that I had easy access to the cutlass at my side, I stared down the foliage in front of me. No time like the present, I thought, and entered the jungle.
Three hours later I emerged from the jungle. My waterskin was drained, I was exhausted, and I'd received a couple scratches from a none-too-friendly raptor. But the real disappointment was that I had nothing to show for it. Ten percent of the loot is only good when there's loot to be had, I griped, plunging my sword into the sand beside me. And there was still no sign of my partner!
The partner system was one of the new policies that Captain Storm had recently introduced. No one was sure if it was to prevent the Forerunners from hiding things from the rest of the fleet, or to punish certain members of the crew, but everyone agreed that the system was a pain.
At least some people's partners were useful. I had been saddled with an airheaded wizard by the name of Lucille Silver. While I toiled away onshore, Lucille would spend all of her time on her own vessel, The Eternity Snare, doing who knows what.
As I finished berating my partner in my head, I saw a figure approaching from far down the beach. Well it's about time, I thought, waving her down. "What took you so long?" I called out, unable to keep irritation from slipping into my tone. Then there was a glint of gold from the newcomer's armor. That's not Lucille, I realized.
I spun for my cutlass, but it was far too late. There was a dark blur, and suddenly a tall man with pointed features and skin as pale as the moon stood between me and my blade.
"Greetings, lost daughter of Torrezon," the vampire said. His black eyes bored into mine. "How do you fare this blessed day?"
I stumbled backwards. The day had just gone from bad to catastrophic. "Pretty well," I replied, mentally patting myself down. I had to have something that I could use to defend myself! My search came up with nothing.
Meanwhile, the vampire advanced. "That is good. Have you any knowledge of recent events in the surrounding seas? Perhaps an instance of a heretical attack on a Legion of Dusk dreadnought?"
My face paled to match my opponent.
"I see you are familiar with this incident." The vampire's eyes glittered. "Might you know who was responsible for such a blasphemous act?"
My breath caught. There was no way out of this. The vampire was much faster than me, and at least three times as strong. I didn't have a chance in-
"Get away from her, bloodsucker!" a new voice rang out.
Both the vampire and I turned, incredulous. There, standing with her boots almost submerged in the surf, was Lucille Silver.
My adversary laughed, a high-pitched, reedy noise. "I am one of the chosen of the Church of Dusk, child," he scoffed. "It is my divine right to met out punishment to those who deserve it. What authority do you purport to serve?"
"Time," spat Lucille, her hands twisting in an arcane gesture. "And yours, vampire? Is up."
Lucille finished casting whatever spell she had been preparing, and the mystic energy flew towards the vampire, distorting the air with electric-blue light.
The vampire's overconfidence left him no time to dodge out of the way, and the spell him him dead on. "What...what did you do to me?" he screamed as the very air contorted around him. The space surrounding the vampire shuddered once, twice, then collapsed in on itself, leaving no sign that he had ever existed.
I stood dumbstruck in the sand, trying I'm vain to understand what had just happened. My shock then turned to alarm as Lucille splashed to her knees.
"Lucille!" I yelled, dashing to her side. Her hat slipped off of her head, scattering her dark hair about her face. I snatched it up before the tide could carry it away. "What did you do?" I asked, helping her to her feet.
She gave me a tired, but mischevious, smile. "What? You didn't think I spent all that time in my cabin for nothing, did you?" She leaned against me, clearly exhausted. "Sorry I was so late," she apologized.
Somehow, our fingers had become intertwined. "Don't worry about it," I said, making no move to disentangle them. "I think that you were in perfect time."