Raven's Tentacle: Realizing Dreams And Saving The Lost Jul 20, 2022 16:00:43 GMT -5
Post by Kami-Gaz on Jul 20, 2022 16:00:43 GMT -5
Woosh! A gout of flame exploded from the building and a wave of oppressive heat washed over the area as the sudden man-made fire enveloped the wooden structure of the desert island in mere moments. The sounds of screams inside were drowned out by the roar of the flames and laughter of the large crew of pirates that surrounded the building.
“Raven!” A voice bellowed as a tall man muscled through a few of his men. With a sweeping motion he wrapped an arm around a tall but thin woman with a gothic look and brought her down to his level in a rough method. “Look at this. This is what happens when you make friends, get close to anyone but me.” He growled, his grip on her neck getting tighter, making the young woman start gasping for air.
“You’re alone and always will be you freak!”
Waters churned under the large vessel that was caught in a freak storm, something the grand line was known for. It was a storm that people outside of this sea would call freak apocalyptic weather… for locals this was the average Tuesday. The crew of the ship were like a practiced well-oiled machine that moved to keep the ship from taking any damage as it made a move to find the edge of the storm and the calmer rains that usually followed it.
Wilhelmina was the only being not moving a single inch, not to work the ship, or to respond to the rocking of the ship as it rolled on the waves caused by the storm. She was leaning against the railing by the helm of the ship, in the rain without a care in the world and a smile on her face. Months had passed since Samuel and his wife Anabella freed her from brutal imprisonment under the Scorsais Pirates, there were nights where she woke up with terrors about the things she had been subjected too.
Not anymore, she was free and following her dream. There were people on this ship that followed her for one reason or another. She had hired a construction company from Water7 They specialised in building ships, but this endeavour intrigued one of their builders that he just had to take the job. He stood behind the woman that had hired him and his men. “Wilhelmina, are you sure you are okay in the rain? Your cabin is dry and warm.” The man spoke, his tone imperious and proper. He was an elder man that had greyed at the temples and the sides of his hair had shifted from the striking black to a brilliant silver.
“I am more than fine, Mister Aldritch. This is the best I have felt in years!” She twisted her gaze, the half-bleached hair shimmering in the flash of a lightning strike on the waters in the distance. “Soon we’ll be at Utopia Disco! Then we build it!” Her hands let go of the railing and her form instinctively moved to lean against the rocking of the ship in an almost unnatural way. Her ‘legs’ were covered by the length of a long black dress Her large and puffy black jacket was unzipped showing her midriff free to the elements under her cropped top.
“We build my dream.”
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