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Sebastian Kataragi
"The Scourge of the Seven Seas"
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The candles flickered with each sway of the ship as the tides rocked the Reaver's Wraith in a sweet lullaby while the celestial tapestry of the starry night watched the slumbering cursed ship from up above. An interesting bunch the crew was. Cursed almost all of them were. A band of sailors bound by destiny to forever be marked with misfortune and deformities. But they were promised to be freed from their curses if they serve under the Captain of this very vessel. Others were supernatural outcasts driven out of their home and promised a new one for their servitude. But these promises were becoming questionable and some of the crew were beginning to grow restless and wonder if they were searching for false treasure.
"First to Atlantean Lagoon, then Shipwreck Cove, and now Thalara's Veil port? What's next?! A fishing trip to the Mendova Islands?" the pirate huffed in bitterness as if him and the crew were simply wasting their time collecting random magical artifacts that their Captain wouldn't even sell for silver or gold. "If I were Captain I'd sail right into the direction of setting us free or that "utopia" he keeps blabberin' about for years now," he whined before he was shushed by a siren. She discreetly gestured toward the ever growing footsteps. Then came into view a beastly man sprouting highlights of white fur with hints of a more dangerous side to him with a scar across his chest. He stopped within the door frame of the brig to make sure the two were mopping the floors instead of the boat load of noble prisoners escaping the belly of the boat.
The siren waved nervously before the werewolf nodded and continued his routine nightly inspection as the quartermaster. Once the footsteps grew faint she turned to chastise the man, "If you were Captain you'd be taking us in circles. Neptune knows you would never get your hands off of her," she mumbled the last sentence with disgust. She knew very well how lecherous men could be when stranded at sea for months and then suddenly coming upon a bombshell of a beauty. She thanked the Captain every day for granting her a necklace to hide her natural beauty.
"Well…maybe," he hesitated to agree with the siren. "She's gorgeous, but…she's also a vampire," he said in a hushed tone as if afraid she'll hear him. He gripped onto the handle of the mop and stared at the floor. "You didn't see how she was able to kill a man. She's like a cannon ball ripping through a ship's deck with malice. I'd be afraid to even put my hands on her. Also, the way she recently fought that basilisk was…inhuman," he said before continuing to mop. "She's almost as stunning as she is dangerous. That's why I don't question the Captain," he admitted his fear of disobedience and awestruck of her beauty; knowing full well almost everyone on this ship would agree with him. "But if could handle her…mhmph~" he trailed off before his thoughts could turn into a wet dream. His stupid smile gave away his filthy intentions.
The siren felt her skin crawl and took a few half steps away from him. She huffed before continuing to mop. "I don't know. I think I fear the "immovable object" that won against the "unstoppable force"," she proposed a different perspective. "Just, something about the Captain's eyes. It's like he's staring into my soul when I look at his black irises," she felt goosebumps run up her arm just thinking about it. "He looks like easy prey, but you quickly realize he's turned the tables when it's already too late, If he has time to plan then…he's unstoppable," she shuttered with her thoughts before remembering the screams of her sisters who dared to try and make a meal out of him. "And the way he keeps the vampire in check is…" she shivered, "insanely suicidal."
"You don't actually believe that," a voice from behind the bars said before two green glowing eyes came into view.
The cursed pirate and siren looked at the man who came towards the bars and leaned against the cool iron. Showing he was one of the few nobles awake at this time and listening in on their conversation. "H-how do you know that?" she chirped. The tall noble tapped his eyes with a cocksure smile, "I've got really good eyes, sweetheart. You think he's courageous. Not crazy," he said much to his amusement of seeing the siren cover her mouth in shock. "As for you," the noble turned his attention to the pirate. "You…" he trailed off as if staring into the soul.
"Are here for a loved one?" he asked before the pirate set the mop down against the wall and edged closer to the holding cell. "My family," the pirate corrected. "Ah, family," the emerald eye noble echoed. "There's a curse that strikes at thirty. Everyone in my family gets sick then dies one-maybe two-decades after. I just want to save me nan," he shared. The noble sized up the pirate before saying, "You're just shy of being thirty yourself, hm?" the noble deduced of which the pirate nodded. "Well then there's no more time to waste," the noble gripped the bars and got closer. "Do you want to fail your nan and be stuck here cursed or do you want to be the hero that saved your family?" the noble asked tempting the pirate with a solution.
"Well how do I do that?" the pirate scoffed.
The noble's eyes flashed, "Mutiny." The pirate and siren looked at each other as if the noble was mad. "Think about it. I'm sure more of the crew are fed up too. You have an army sleeping her in the brig outnumbering the crew, and the arsenal of magical items waiting for us in the armory," he explained almost every advantage they had if they were to just jump at the opportunity. The pirate at first shook his head as if mutiny was a delirious daydream, but as the noble kept going he began to listen seriously. The siren then pulled the man out of the noble's alluring offer with a tug to bring him away from the cell. "We can't, Captain will unleash her upon us," she whispered.
"I'll pay you a million quillings," the noble added. "Imagine how handsomely rewarded you and the crew will be for getting all of us nobles back to shore and off this ship. My god. Rich, a hero, AND a beautiful woman clinging to your arms?" the noble said. The pirate pulled in closer to the bars, "A beautiful woman?" he inquired. "Everyone has a weakness. Including vampires. And my eyes can see her weaknesses perfectly. I'll have her eating out of the palm of your hand," he insisted with that annoying cocky and slimy grin.
The pirate gulped and his lips slowly pursed into a smile. He looked at the siren and then back at the noble. The silence was suffocating for the siren as she watched the noble try and actually start a mutiny. Just as she was about to shut down this conversation the pirate said, "Two million quillings." The siren gasped while the noble stuck his hand out, "Deal," he said before the two men shook hands.
"N-no. You can't. She'll kill-she'll kill ALL of us!" the siren stammered in words and in her feet before falling backwards. Her heart was racing. Her loud voice almost alerted the sleeping crew above. The pirate looked back at her along with the noble. "Shame, but we can't have you screaming about it," the noble said before gesturing behind her. Then a large burly arm wrapped around her neck and a large hand closed her mouth shut revealing another noble awake in the cage opposite to them. The siren scratched and screeched but to no avail before the lack of oxygen knocked her unconscious.
"Now that she's taken care of. Let's make you a rich man."
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The Captain's quarters felt more like a museum than living space given all of the supernatural and cursed items decorating the walls and bookshelves the Captain held closest to him. Especially the lady bound by chains lying in his bed. The most powerful weapon within his arsenal. A vampire.
A taste of reverie trailed behind his fingers tracing her ethereal face. From her luscious lips, to her soft cheeks, and to her adorable chin as if committing her features to memory. The Captain hovered over the vampire before slowly leaning down and finding refuge between her neck and ear. "You might be a vampire. But I see something burning like fire. They were the stars in your eyes. Like the ones in the dark skies," Sebastian, Captain of the Reaver's Wraith, whispered into the ear of his first-mate, Circe. His warm breath tickled her ear with each syllable.
"I saw bags under your eyes. You were abused and fed lies. Be mine. You'll savor my blood just fine," his finger tips raked along her milky ivory thighs and hiked up her silk dress. "But, no, you're not a vampire. You're my sapphire. Let me light your fire. Give in…" he sent sparks of electricity to her neck by planting his lips and leaving bloody kiss marks behind. A conditioning method used for a couple years now to let her know it was feeding time.
Then his golden halo eyes faced her directly, "…to your desire," he finished reciting the dark poem. Urging her to give in. To succumb to him and only him after describing how they met and what lead them to their symbiotic relationship. The scarlet nectar she'd grown so fond of pooled at his lips and stained his pearly whites. Just inches away. Teasing her. She could almost taste it. The scent of iron was in the air. One drop, and then two, fell to her lips. But she knew better than to steal his lips before the timer started. His hand swiftly reached and overturned the hourglass sitting at the headboard of the bed. But the moment he placed the timer down is when he heard a gunshot.
His eyes darted away from Circe's pale silver orbs and to the double mahogany doors. The hull of the ship groaned, as if scraping against a reef, before the spectral whispers hastily reached the Captain's ears. He furrowed his brow when the bellows of rebellion hooted and hollared from the deck past the comfort of his quarters. The Reaver's Wraith swiftly informed her Captain of the situation. His eyes rolled and he sighed in annoyance. "Of course when we're about to arrive they decide to revolt," he growled in a vexing tone. The atmosphere was now sullied with insubordination. Sebastian sat up while watching the doors. Then the door handle jiggled haphazardly like a virgin fumbling for their first time. Then crude attempts at smashing their way in followed suit.
"Bloody pigs and snakes," he cursed before wiping his lips free from blood with his thumb. He then reached down to Circe and painted her lips in his scarlet as if it were lipstick before gingerly pushing his thumb past her lips for her to savor what was left of his blood. "I'll feed you at a later time. Execute transgressors with extreme prejudice, crew or prisoners," he ordered coldly before slowly unsheathing his thumb from her mouth. "If you so much as drink a drop of blood that isn't mine, I'll make sure the crew is present when I feed you," he warned with a stern glare.
He reached for his dimly glimmering enchanted sword and waved over her body. The chains bounding her wrists and ankles suddenly came undone. Then a gunshot to the lock of his doors finally granted passage to those sieging the King's castle. Sebastian twirled his sword and swiftly snuffed out the light within the room. Blanketing his quarters into darkness. Then a gust of smoke gathered from the candles ensnared the intruders into an abyss of pandemony.
After a few moments, a beaming ray of hope cut through the darkness. The pirate wielding the Solstice Sabor casted forth sunlight into the room, "Come out, Sebastian! You're weak without your vampire!" the pirate called out. "Yes! I'm going to be rich, save nan, and-" *cough* he felt his own blood drip down his chin. Then he looked down to see a blade piercing his heart. "You think you can come in here and take MY title?" the Captain growled in a venomous tone Circe had grown accustomed to hearing when he was passed furious. "H-how???" the pirate mumbled. Sebastian cocked an eyebrow, "You're predictable," he simply said before twisting the blade to add salt to the wound, "Now perish," he said before placing his pistol on the pirates chin and then the Captain's gun roared across the room.
The smoke slowly dissipated and revealed the Captain pinning down the only (major) weapon that even had a chance against his Circe. "When you aim at the king you better not miss," he jeered to the trembling pirates. He could smell their delicious fear. "That includes the queen otherwise you're damned to Davy Jones’s locker. Now. Fetch me their souls, Circe!" he commanded with a confident smile and aiming his sword towards the intruders as if anything in front of him was about to turn into a corridor of carnage.
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