ℌᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ, ℭʜᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ, 𝔖ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ
- Sep 9, 2015
Clawed Reef Island was quite the spectacle year round. The island was sundered in near equal portions by four inlets, causing it to be vaguely shaped like its namesake. To be expected of course, pirates were not exactly the most creative bunch. It was not the biggest of islands, nor the smallest. However, because the terrain was ragged and heavily inclined, there was much ascending surface area to work with. Given the terrain, most of the permanent structures were built half-encased into the mountainside itself, and there were manmade steps and ladders to get by. Each of the inlets featured its own docks and ports. The design was out of necessity. Although there was an unwritten accord for peace on the Clawed Reef Island, pirates were far from the law-abiding sorts. And, if two rival captains happened to dock next to one another, then it wouldn’t be unexpected for one of them to ‘accidentally’ let loose a cannonball or two. Having four separate coves helped...most of the time.
As unique and fascinating as the island was, however, Zell was not here to sightsee.
No, the self-proclaimed treasure hunter extraordinaire was here on a singular mission - he intended to find a seaworthy vessel and a captain to go with it. But not just any captain would do. Like many others in their world, Zell had his eyes set upon the Cove of Alacine. Legend has it that there was once a sea nymph named Alacine, but she wasn’t just any sea nymph. She was the only daughter of a titan and a goddess, and she was so remarkable that, for her coming of age ceremony, mythical creatures of all shapes and stripes gathered to celebrate. With them, they brought gifts from all ends of the sea and earth, magical artifacts and riches beyond the wildest of imaginations. The next part of the lore/history/legend is hotly contested, and, for each person who might tell the tale, that person’s version differed from the next. But one thing was for certain. Whatever Alacine once owned, she stored in the Cove she called home. A hidden place shrouded by magic, undivinable and unascertainable, barred off from the world unless one managed to acquire the map.
But ah, if only if it were that simple. Alacine, whether in a fit of madness or altruism, had torn the map and scattered it to all corners of the world, known and unknown. And given what the Cove of Alacine held, even a single piece carried with it the promise of power to reshape one’s very destiny. It goes without saying that, where power was concerned, many a ravenous appetites followed. While the legend of Alacine was well known, most folks passed their lives never having even came into proximity with a piece, much less being in possession of one. But Zell was not most folks.
The enterprising young adventurer had already made a name for himself at age twenty-two. Cobalt Lightning, they called him. To the uninitiated, one might assume that’s a reference to his unparalleled speed in combat. And it was not untrue. But, in reality, the name had started as an inside joke - the haste with which he chased after the nearest pretty girl made even his dearest friends roll their eyes. But one way or another, the nickname had stuck, at least, within the Adventurers’ Guild. Zell was not a pirate and he doubted his name carried much weight on Clawed Reef Island.
But even so, it was hard for the young man not to stand out. He was tall and well-built, and most certainly not shy about it. His outfit was tailored to fit, a silver-trimmed navy blue vest cinched tight about his torso with crisscrossing alabaster belts. And, while he wore gauntlets on his left forearm, his right was left entirely bare, those pleasantly corded muscles inviting the gaze. His pants were similarly tight. But for the slight overhang of his vest, they might even border on indecent. His shock of blue hair and cocksure eyes of the same color were a sight for sore eyes, the same as the sharp definition of his jawline and his boyishly handsome features. And, though he was not as heavily muscled as an orc or minotaur might be, he was cut in a way that could only come from the an extremely athletic lifestyle.
His looks were only further complimented by that ever-present roguish grin, and, it took no more than a husky murmur here or there to get just the information he was looking for. It appeared that he was in luck. A pirate captain of