Thalassa
It felt like getting angry at a wall. She didn't seem to understand a word Thal said. She'd never left her. And yet, Maea continued to throw her words like daggers she expected to hit. Little did she know that the pirate didn't have anything left to hit. The rage was already dissipating again, the familiar numbness creeping back over her when it came to these topics. There was no reasoning.
"I already gave you a second chance, Maea. Then I tried to give you a third and you threw it in my face." The words were less barbed, more like cold, hard facts than a heated debate. It was the truth whether the woman wanted to admit it or not. Thal was tired of lending out her heart like the outcome might be different, tired of passing out chances like cigarettes that went up in smoke.
Lifting her dagger to stab the thigh in her grasp, they were suddenly separating just before a loud scraping sound echoed through the wood of her ship. Thal let out a string of colorful curses so long that her crew was immediately scattering. The Marauder rocked lightly from the impact and she laughed coldly as Maea flattened out on the deck. Her own feet were firmly planted, her body swaying with the motion as she moved to glance over the side, not the least bit concerned with showing her back to the pathetic form sprawled out.
A small ship had lost control and rammed into the starboard bottom of the hull. There didn't appear to be any major damage, but she shouted orders for a few of her sailors to check below deck for any water they may be taking it. She on the other hand, had some skin to flay. As she passed towards the gangplank, Thal looked down at Maea, a look of disgust clear on her face, flicking her dagger in her hand in silent threat. "I don't have time to deal with whatever redemption you're looking for. Get off my ship." And without waiting for her order to be followed, she hopped down to the pier, preparing to meet the culprits who would be repairing her ship.
"I already gave you a second chance, Maea. Then I tried to give you a third and you threw it in my face." The words were less barbed, more like cold, hard facts than a heated debate. It was the truth whether the woman wanted to admit it or not. Thal was tired of lending out her heart like the outcome might be different, tired of passing out chances like cigarettes that went up in smoke.
Lifting her dagger to stab the thigh in her grasp, they were suddenly separating just before a loud scraping sound echoed through the wood of her ship. Thal let out a string of colorful curses so long that her crew was immediately scattering. The Marauder rocked lightly from the impact and she laughed coldly as Maea flattened out on the deck. Her own feet were firmly planted, her body swaying with the motion as she moved to glance over the side, not the least bit concerned with showing her back to the pathetic form sprawled out.
A small ship had lost control and rammed into the starboard bottom of the hull. There didn't appear to be any major damage, but she shouted orders for a few of her sailors to check below deck for any water they may be taking it. She on the other hand, had some skin to flay. As she passed towards the gangplank, Thal looked down at Maea, a look of disgust clear on her face, flicking her dagger in her hand in silent threat. "I don't have time to deal with whatever redemption you're looking for. Get off my ship." And without waiting for her order to be followed, she hopped down to the pier, preparing to meet the culprits who would be repairing her ship.
Guess I got caught in the middle of it
Yes I've been taught, got a little of it
In my blood, in my blood
