Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The poor merchant ship barely put up a fight.
Most of the crew lowered the wooden planks to board the vessel while a few over-eager sailors flew across on ropes, whooping and hollering as they landed among the terrified passengers. The opposing crew had a handful of 'brave' souls who decided they might stand a chance against the pirates. They lunged forward, angry and reckless. Sadly, for them, their eyes gave them away, wide and darting between attackers. It made her men laugh as they circled like bloodthirsty sharks. She'd let them have their fun while she dealt with the goods. She might even join later if she was in the mood.
Putting on her 'terrifying pirate captain' persona, Thal walked across the plank. Her hair whipped in the wind like a Jolly Rodger of its own, her dark horns glinting in a flash of lightning. The blue of her eyes seemed to glow with an unearthly fire of violence and rage. The edge of her daggers caught the light, making people flinch with images of the pain they may cause them, even though she had no intentions of doing so. Yet. She was the Blood Pirate Captain incarnate.
Thal hadn't noticed the mermaid circling below, and she probably wouldn't have cared if she had. As she stepped onto the deck of the merchant ship, she flicked her wrist for a group to follow her. A singular man appeared to be the owner of the vessel, the nice coat and hat giving him away as much as the hopeful looks thrown his way. She knelt before him with a sharp grin and pointing knife. "Lead me to your valuables and I might let the rest of you live." Her head tilted as she let him make the decision, knowing it was the best he'd get. It was already too late for the uprisers, but maybe he could spare the innocents. They were only after the goods anyways.
The man looked to his people, shaking with fear. His crooked teeth came out to bite his lip. A whimper might have even escaped, not that she could hear it over the shouts and clanging of metal around them. She thought he might decline her offer, leaving her to search the ship herself, however, he turned out to be smarter than his dimwit face suggested. His head bobbed in a shaky nod that made her smile. "Good choice. Now lead the way." Lifting him by the armpit despite her shorter frame, Thal shoved him forward, waiting for him to stumble towards the cargo hold, and their treasure.
Most of the crew lowered the wooden planks to board the vessel while a few over-eager sailors flew across on ropes, whooping and hollering as they landed among the terrified passengers. The opposing crew had a handful of 'brave' souls who decided they might stand a chance against the pirates. They lunged forward, angry and reckless. Sadly, for them, their eyes gave them away, wide and darting between attackers. It made her men laugh as they circled like bloodthirsty sharks. She'd let them have their fun while she dealt with the goods. She might even join later if she was in the mood.
Putting on her 'terrifying pirate captain' persona, Thal walked across the plank. Her hair whipped in the wind like a Jolly Rodger of its own, her dark horns glinting in a flash of lightning. The blue of her eyes seemed to glow with an unearthly fire of violence and rage. The edge of her daggers caught the light, making people flinch with images of the pain they may cause them, even though she had no intentions of doing so. Yet. She was the Blood Pirate Captain incarnate.
Thal hadn't noticed the mermaid circling below, and she probably wouldn't have cared if she had. As she stepped onto the deck of the merchant ship, she flicked her wrist for a group to follow her. A singular man appeared to be the owner of the vessel, the nice coat and hat giving him away as much as the hopeful looks thrown his way. She knelt before him with a sharp grin and pointing knife. "Lead me to your valuables and I might let the rest of you live." Her head tilted as she let him make the decision, knowing it was the best he'd get. It was already too late for the uprisers, but maybe he could spare the innocents. They were only after the goods anyways.
The man looked to his people, shaking with fear. His crooked teeth came out to bite his lip. A whimper might have even escaped, not that she could hear it over the shouts and clanging of metal around them. She thought he might decline her offer, leaving her to search the ship herself, however, he turned out to be smarter than his dimwit face suggested. His head bobbed in a shaky nod that made her smile. "Good choice. Now lead the way." Lifting him by the armpit despite her shorter frame, Thal shoved him forward, waiting for him to stumble towards the cargo hold, and their treasure.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
