It is said that Poseidons fickle mood guides the seas, the weight of his emotions manifesting into the tempests and swells of the ever shifting seas. This has co with a prevalent theory by both [Pirates] and [Sailors] that the god is in a constant state of anger unless quelled.
And quelling His anger cos at a cost.
Quasi watches Jenah pick up a barrel of rum and lean it over the ship. The alcoholic fluid flows down from the side of the boat and into the calm seas.
So, Poseidon is always angry except when hes drunk? he asks. Id think he would be more violent with alcohol flowing through his veins.
She grunts as she tips the barrel a bit more. That just ans he hasnt drunk enough, she answers. With enough rum, even the most terrible of drunks will go silent. With a free hand, she points at the ship trailing behind them, sailed by a skeletal crew. I normally wouldn'tve given anything to Poseidon, as he rules the seas above and I travel the seas below, but that there ship wont be coming down below unless we sink it.
Quasi raises an eyebrow, Im pretty sure that your violent weather is because you have two damn moons and not because a god is having a hissy fit.
She snorts. Really? Moons? You sound like a [Physicist]. Next youll be telling Orbis rotates around the sun and the firmant above aint real. Jenah finishes emptying the barrel and then puts it on the deck. Every [Sailor], [Pirate], and their mother knows Poseidon controls the seas above and Aegir and Ran control the depths below.
Quasi opens his mouth to explain the intricacies of the moon's gravitational forces and its effect on the oceans tides, but he doesn't get the chance as her head whips to the front of the ship. She smiles, Ahh, perfect. Theyre still there.
Quasi follows her gaze, landing on the distant island? Ship? Castle? Turtle? What the fuck am I looking at?
Jenah smirks. Thats the Navis Archipelago.
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Naunet folds her arms across her chest and glares at the woman before here. Malaka, what are you doing here? How did you even co aboard? Why are you here? Have you gone mad!?
Mad? Malaka bristles. How can you be so cruel, sister! Weve finally been reunited after a decade apart, and then you plan to disappear a day later. You expect to let you out of my sight again? Never.
Naunet rolls her eyes. Dont lie to Malaka. It may have been a decade since we were apart, but you're still a manipulative little brat. You can fool the people at the academy, but not . Now tell what this is all about.
Malaka stops pouting and sniffs as she glares back at her older sister who remains unphased at the change. It's not fair for you to hog an [Emperor] all to yourself, especially one as accessible as Quasi.
The older sister sighs as she rubs her temples at the naivety of the situation. Was she so impulsive at her age? Birthing an [Emperor's] child isnt sothing you should be striving for, Naunet says, but her younger sister raises an eyebrow, easily noticing how false the words seem coming from Naunet. A servant's job is to serve a master, and one of the greatest and most honorable ways to do that is to sire the master's children.
Look, Malaka. Being with Quasi is dangerous and you could lose your life, she waves her hand, I an, just yesterday he made you fight [Pirates]! [Maids] fighting pirates! Its insane and dangerous! You could die!
Malaka reaches to her side. She grabs the enchanted ivory staff gifted to her andfeels the enchantnts activate on touch, strengthening her in ways shed never dread of. This staff, she waves it about, and this armor, she taps the enchanted steel that weighs nothing on her, allowed to kill a [Pirate Captain] more than twice my level! She expertly twirls the staff. He gave and all the [Slave Maids] expensive artifacts to defend oursevles from danger. I doubt Ill et another master who would ever do such a thing for re [Maids].
Naunet shakes her head. No, I won't have it. The mont we make port, I will request Quasi have you removed. Im not going to allow my little sister to put her life in danger just so she can have a chance at sleeping with him.
Malaka laughs evilly as she reaches into a pocket and produces a scroll.
I am contracted as a servant to Quasi for a year. A contract that cannot be broken and requires the master to impregnate all [Maids] under his service.
Naunets eyes go wide. What? Impossible! That wasn't in the contract. You werent in the contract!
Everything was in the contract, its not my fault you didn't read the fine print.
You used a skill on , didnt you? Naunet asks the smirking Malaka.
She shrugs. Maybe, but the contract is signed by you using the Masters authority. If you want to bla soone, then bla yourself.
Naunet makes a fist and grinds her teeth as she gazes at her cocky little sister, whom she had thoroughly underestimated. A little sister Naunet is forced to grudgingly admit has beco a woman of ans.
Naunet allows her hands to dangle freely at her sides. She frowns. Fine, it seems Ive been played and there's nothing to do. She turns to the door, Co on, sis. Let formally introduce you to the master and explain the full situation of my blunder.
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In my many lives and summons, Ive seen many interesting and amazing things; Verdant flying islands, trees forged of fire and glass, coral reefs stretching as wide as a country, four separate cities carved from the corpses of behemoths What Im saying is that after all this ti, it takes a lot to instill awe in .
The Navis Archipelago does just that. A ramshackle construction of a thousand thousand ships, brought together with skills and strength, built into the shape of an island. The wide base of the island carries aloft a mountain of fused boats, forced into the facsimile of a fortress. With its height, one can naturally intuit that there must be even more below the surface, just to keep buoyancy..
Dragging the amalgamation forward is a colossal turtle, easily the size of a castle, with one built atop its back to boot. Dozens of thick chains stick into the beasts shell and connect to the island, fettering it to the combined mass trailing behind it.
I give it an eight point five out of ten. So of those corpse cities did better.
Amazing, isnt it? Tueta smirks at my bewildered expression.
Yeah, I grudgingly nod with my face pointed at the island. So why are we here again? I thought you said we would be heading directly to the guild?
She rolls her eyes at . Were here because you wanted to waste your ti raiding a ship with [Maids].
Raiding a ship with [Maids] is never a waste of ti, I correct the clearly uninford woman.
From my shoulder, Barglesmash releases a mighty caw of agreent.
Jenah raises an eyebrow at the bird, trying to look scornful when in reality I know she is extraordinarily impressed.
After another mont, she sighs and looks away, clearly incapable of beholding the gloriousness that is Barglesmash for any long length of ti.
When we get t Navis, keep yer bird outa sight. [rchant Lord Admiral] Testudo is getn on in age, an a phoenix d be sothin for which hed sell is left nut.
I can try, but it probably won't happen. Hes his own bird after all. Anyway, back to my question: Why are we here?
T sell tha boat, she points at the ship trailing behind the Deadheart.
What? Why would we sell my ship? I frown. I haven't even painted it red yet.
Cause the Necromancer guild can only be reached underwater, she explains slowly. , Wait, she frowns, whyd ya need to paint it red? She pauses again. Why th helld ya paint my ship red?
I roll my eyes at her ignorance, To make it faster, of course. Everyone knows that.
She squints, How th fuck does that makes sense?
What doesnt make any sense?
We both turn to find Jessica and Fiona arriving from the ship's depths. They take several glances at the island of ships, but unlike , aren't overly impressed compared to the giant crystal worm city theyd seen.
Many things in life don't make sense at a first glance, I quickly begin, and understanding that is an important part of life. Sotis, in this world or the next, or the one before, or even that other one we dont like to talk about, the deepest, realest knowledge of the cosmos may never be fully comprehended, even after millenia of study. Even gods, the oldest farts that ever existed, cannot explain everything. I shrug. I an, theyll try, and they will have every answer you can think of, but that doesnt make them right. Anyone as old as them learns to answer the unanswerable with bullshit most shiny. It is the law of existence, and existence has no true beginning and end.
Right, thank you Quasi, that was very informative, Jessica smoothly slides in. Anyway, Abernick is seasick and hes asking if you know any way to alleviate his problem.
Hes fucked,Jenah announces, Theres no spell or potion can help im. Only a [Skipper] who specializes n ferryn people would ave a skill to fix m.
Jessica frowns. I wasnt asking you, she says to Jenah and then looks at expectantly.
I can't help but smile at the trust given to and the slightly pissed off look on Jenah. Jessica isnt the type to be an to people she barely knows. I wonder what's up.
Huh, poor guy. Yeah, I can fix it by enchanting his cabin. Shouldnt be hard.
Impossible, Jenah interrupts, No enchantnt like datt exists.
I roll my eyes at the woman, Tell Jenah, why do so people suffer from motion sickness and others don't?
Cause the Gods forbid em from takn to the Sea, she states matter of factly.
Uh-huh. Well, blaming the gods is one way to cope with things that dont make sense. I tell her, which gets that all to nice glare that only the opposite sex can ever give .
Mortals aren't ant to understand the logic of Gods, she sneers.
Motion sickness is not so curse by the gods. Its a physiological phenonon brought on by a mismatch between your sensory perceptions. Basically, your inner ear says youre moving, but your eyes say you arent, and then your brain panics. Then you barf.
Jenah folds her arms and tilts her head. So? Even if thas true, which it aint, how would you enchant a cure?
I shrug. Simple, Ill enchant his cabin so that it blocks all external stimuli, including gravity. Ill make his cabin feel as though it is just a room on land.
Jenah opens her mouth, then closes it. Then opens it again and frowns. She taps her finger on the wooden rail and then glances at Jessica's smug smile. Jenah sighs. I can see why ya told not t sleep with im. Hes slightly off is rockr.
I watch with amusent as Jessicas smile wars between pride and irritation at being called out.
Seriously, Jessica? Are you expecting to sleep with every woman on this ship or sothing? I don't go around trying to get into every womans pants. I have standards, I point at Fiona, and a wife.
Jessica blushes at being called out again. Her cheeks turn bright red as her head avoids eye contact with .
She whispers sothing under her breath.
What was that?
She sighs. I said im sorr
Master!
A voice interrupts Jessica and we all turn to Naunet arriving with a [Maid]. A [Maid] that looks very similar to Naunet now that I see them together.
They both bow at the sa ti.
What's up, Naunet? Sothing wrong?
Naunet nods. My apologies master, but my ineptitude has laid a further burden upon you. Snuck into the contract by my snake of a sister is a clause that requires you to impregnate all of the [Maids] in your service before the end of the contract. For my failure to properly evaluate the docunts in their entirety, I shall
Neither I, nor Jessica continues to listen to the rest of the conversation as we lock eyes. For the duration of Naunets apology, the two of us carefully watch the other. Waiting for the other to make the first move.
As soon as Naunet finishes speaking, I start running and Jessicas mana swirls into her hands.
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