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As if Liara or I had performed a spell to slow the time around me, my surroundings seemed to pass by me at a leaden pace. The sound of rattling chains and bare footsteps against the podium’s wood crashed against the drums in my ears. I laid my eyes upon another of my crewmates. However, unlike those who had earned my wrath, this one had earned my joy. Never did I think that I would get to meet her so soon. She had not been amongst those who had betrayed me before. She had long passed away before that time.

Her skin be warm and colored like a sunset beach’s sand. Her hair be tied in a long horse’s tail. She walked like the seasoned warrior I had known her to be from the lands that laid towards the east. Her eyes pierced the very hearts and minds of the auctioneers as she walked with anger as her visage. Her arms and legs were chained not only with iron but also with magic. I could see the many arrays that kept her true abilities locked away. It was probably for everyone’s good that they were. If they were not, then she could bring this whole C’ula Auction House to its knees.

Upon that podium stood my ship’s very first official navigator, Leera, staring at the masses with anger behind her eyes.

Leera was…a complex woman. She was as smart as any mage scholar and just as studious. Leera had charted many courses of my ship back when I had known her. Through high seas and rough winds, she planned the best routes for me despite any danger that might have come for my ship. I valued her highly. Her knowledge of the constellations and celestial bodies made her one of the main reasons I had risen to my former glory so well.

The broad was everything ye could ask for in a pirate. She be a great fighter, a sharpshooter, an adventurer, and a loyal lass that would sooner cut off her own arm than betray you. Honesty be not a thing that many pirates have with their crews. I had come to see that mine was no different, but that be not the case with her. Until now, I had thought she had always been honest with me.

I say that because Leera never told me that she was to be sold in an auction. Just to be sure, I had checked across every memory I could think of where I had spoken with her. Admittedly, on my part, there were a lot. However, none of them, as far as I could tell, involved her being wrapped in chains and paraded before a C’ula audience.

I closed my eyes and I took a deep breath. Lest my imagination run wild, I took stock of this situation. Now, it be possible that I had begun to change the course of history and time with my actions. It was no surprise. Ellen, my mother, the elves, Burnwood, Liara, none of them were a part of my crew around this time. Hell, I wasn’t even a captain yet.

Just as with Boreli, I would have met Leera later down the line in my life. If I recall, I would have met her about two years after Boreli. By that time, she was a free woman with no master and no tattered clothes.

It was definitely possible that due to my tamperings, the threads of time had unraveled slightly and changes were made. It held weight since my Ilzahold had said that she sent me back and my world had collapsed along with her.

I rubbed my head. Argh, this complex magic time shit isn’t my bottle of rum!

Perhaps it be best that I recount what I know of Leera. As the auctioneer had said, she comes from the eastern lands. More specifically, she hails from the lands of Sairan. I shall go over the lands another time, but I should say that any man or woman who is birthed in those lands is no less a warrior than the Xhaluters. Not as brutal, but truly no less formidable.

Leera was born as the daughter of a lower-class man and woman. She told me stories that she had longed for the Way of the Blade and, with naught but a wooden stick, watched men practice from afar. With that stick, she spent hours swinging it just as they did while other brats played their little games.

Day, night, rain, snow, she swung that stick as if her soul depended on it, or so she told me. To her, the key to the stability of her family lay in joining her home’s defense force. When she came of age, she had enlisted to join. Unfortunately, there be one qualification which she lacked. She had no cock between her legs. Thus, she was not allowed to take up blade nor honor upon the fields of battle.

It mattered not how many men she had bested. It mattered not how many she awed with her skill of the blade. She be no man, thus she be unfit for war. It was a thing to make me chuckle when I wonder how those people feel when they see women within other armed forces.

Anyway, Leera then did something that only a crazy bastard would do.

With only a blade that she had stolen from the training camps of Sairan, she marched into the Emperor’s palace and cut down over 500 guards to pieces until she made her way to him. Bloodied and bruised, she showed to him that though she was a woman, she could rival any man.

If ye think this be the part where she was allowed to join the Sairan army, çeşme escort then ye be wrong. The Emperor had indeed acknowledged her ability. So, he gave her an impossible trial. It be one that any would see as sending her to her death. She never told me what that trial was, only that she realized it was the Empire’s way of telling her that someone like her could not exist.

No matter how I prodded, she would not tell me further than that. It had always left me curious, but there were things I obviously had not discussed with her so this be one of those cases where I allow fairplay. Everyone aboard my ship had their own secrets, and she was no different.

That brings me to right now. Had those events still occurred here as they had in my time? If they did, then how could Leera have become a captive of anyone? If it had not, then…

“Eric, aren’t we leaving?” my mother asked which stirred me from my thoughts.

I noticed that everyone was still waiting for me to exit the balcony section that we had been using.

I turned back to Leera. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. This be a hefty gamble to take, but I nodded. “Aye, we’re leaving,” I said a bit more firmly than I had wished. I bet this was because I truly did not wish to go.

By the fires of my pirate soul, I wished to gather Leera aboard my ship once again, but that could not be done now. Not yet. If this was my Leera, then Fate would see that we would meet again, and she would be the free woman she was when I had met her. If we met again and she was not free, then I would make damn sure that she was that time.

That said, I also trust Leera to survive. She wasn’t some woman that be in need of saving. She could take care of herself. I would also make sure that her end would not come about so easily this time!

A woman like Leera be like the best wine, aged over the years before one partook of it. I held no doubts that we would meet again.

With my business concluded and my purchase made, I began the walk with the others to collect my winnings.

I paid for the urn with the 600,000 gold coins that my mother had used to bid. It was then rolled out to us on a wooden cart. Finally, after so many days of traveling, I could head for Delverhold without worry.

Maeloson and Aesteal secured the urn a little better and it did not take us long to start our walk out of the C’ula Auction House.

“Well, I must say that was quite the splendid auction. I have not been so easily amused the previous times I went,” Liara said.

I smiled. “As I have said before, I do hope I continue to amuse you,” I answered.

“Thou has not failed yet. I do hope you continue to as well,” she returned.

It was about halfway from the auction house that I wonder if all the luck that I had garnered so far was cursed luck. I say this because a C’ula military man stood between us and our destination.

Even under the light of the moon, his armor glimmers with the city’s finest iron. Granted, this type of iron could hardly compare to the iron or steel from the other major kingdoms and empires, but that be beside the point.

With each step, this man came before us and his armor rattling like a thousand cans. “Hold, pirates! What’s in the cart?” he asked.

“Your mother’s unwashed skirt,” Diane replied irritably. Whether that irritation be from tiredness or from annoyance, I do not gather a guess. However, I could not deny that it made the rest of us laugh. Even Maeloson sported a grin. Perhaps next I should see oil mix with water.

“Funny. I’m inspecting your cart. Illegal shipments have made their way through C’ula lands and seas for years and a nobleman has informed me that he found it odd for a pirate to wish for such an ancient antique. Now that I see you lot, I’m inclined to believe him. What have you need of such a thing?” he asked us.

Ah, now I began to piece together what this was all about. I suppose I should have seen this coming. It matters not the breed of people, anyone can be a greedy son of a bitch. Of course, I’m the greediest of them all, but the point still stands.

“What I need it for isn’t your business,” I replied.

“Now that’s where you’re wrong. Everything in this land is C’ula’s business. Now step aside,” he ordered.

Ellen and my mother were fully prepared to resist the man’s attempts, but I eased them with a hand. I then pulled them back and ordered everyone to step a few ways from the cart. Everyone did so.

The man then walked around the cart and inspected it. He searched beneath the wooden cart and all around the body of the urn. I didn’t even need Maeloson or Aesteal to point out the pouch of drugs that the man was hiding that he was no doubt looking for. I merely shook my head. Clearly, I was getting underestimated.

“Ha! What have we here?” the man announced.

Oh seas below, I wonder what he could have found hidden within the stomach of my urn?

The C’ula military man didn’t başakşehir escort even get the chance to pull out what he had ‘found.’ Instead, I pulled out what I had found in my chest holster. Out came my double-barreled flintlock, and I pointed it directly at the man’s skull. How unfortunate that he chose this night to not wear his helmet.

“What we have here be a piece of shit with too much time on his hands. Allow me to remedy that,” I said. I pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Time seemed so slow to me as I watched the C’ula guard’s head slam against the face of my urn as smoke exhaled from the twin noses of my pistol. Screams erupted from around my crew and I as men and women scattered like skittering roaches.

In less than two minutes, the roads were cleared of any business or merchants for as long as we could see. I closed my eyes and holstered my pistol once again. It would not be long before more soldiers stormed through the streets and we would find ourselves surrounded.

“Maeloson, retie the urn. I’ll have to get someone to dust whatever shit he poured into it out. Aesteal, Ellen, run back towards the ship. Tell the crew we continue to sail to the East. We sail Delverhold,” I ordered.

Ellen and Aesteal ran off down the road.

“Liara, I seem to have gifted you another body for your studies,” I said as I picked up the corpse of the man I had just killed.

Liara smiled.

“Tis so. I thank you for your gift, Eric Drakclaw. It shall be of great use to me. Diane, be a dear and collect this body. No injuries, please. A gunshot should be simple enough to repair, but I’d like to keep the corpse as untampered as possible,” Liara stated.

“Yes Lady Liara,” Diane said as she knelt down and picked up the bleeding body. Liara casted some healing magic that would repair the rabbit’s hole I had made in the back of the man’s skull.

It wasn’t long before I could feel the gallons upon gallons of blood and water rushing for our location. Both sloshed around in grown bodies like a turbulent sea squall. To think they would descend upon us so quickly. It makes a man wonder if they ever had time for a cup of ale.

Once Maeloson had finished securing the cart, I willed the water in a forgotten jug into the air. I then encased the cart in a bubble of water that hung over my head as we made our way back to the ship. As we ran, I could hear the C’ula horns sounding like a thousand elephants. When I looked behind me, I could see the dirt of the road kicking up beneath our feet.

I could feel my chest pumping.

I could feel heart bursting.

If I could see me own face then I would have no doubts that I had the biggest grin on my face. I cannot fathom a tale of how much I missed this sense of thrill and adventure. Even in my past life, dreams of running alongside my mother, Liara, and even Diane had never once entered my depraved mind. Truly, there be no greater fantasy of men than to live a life free of worries and indulging in one’s own destiny!

“HehehehehHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

I must have looked insane to the others when I laughed as loudly as I did, but I wouldn’t blame them. Perhaps only an insane man would see what I saw.

With C’ula’s alarms blazing, we ran down to the docks and climbed aboard my ship. No sooner had my feet touched the Main Deck, did men and women pull up the docking boards and weigh anchor. The sails were unleashed and I dropped the urn on the floor.

“Captain! There be no wind blowin’! How shall we sail?” the helmsman asked.

Please, I be the Son of Poseidon. The gale forces do not control this ship. I do!

“Aye, before that! Men, ready the cannons!” I hollered.

Everyone widened their eyes at me. Dare I say even Liara was shocked. I stood before them all, my smile threatening to split my face as I clenched my left hand into a fist!

“C’ula rats come aboard my ship. C’ula soldiers point guns and blades at my crew. C’ula bastards come into my quarters and interrupt my pleasant times. C’ula shitstains pointed their guns at Ellen and me. Is my ship such a place that anyone might tread?! Jaxshir Zagaul, 1st-Rank Flamebearer of the C’ula Military and Seekerbound-Captain of the C’ula Armed Forces, told me that he loves this city! Well, I hope he loves it so much that he’ll be cleaning up its shit for days after pissing me off! Not even Zeus himself dares walk aboard my ship without my say so! Now, Let ’em HAVE IT!” I roared.

“AYE! AYE! CAPTAIN!” My crew roared as they scrambled to prepare what I had asked for.

Aesteal and Maeloson moved my prized urn to a safe spot while Diane took my gift to Liara inside the Witch’s room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ilzahold smile at me before she returned inside.

I then wove my arms and the seas answered my call. My ship was pushed away from the C’ula docks and I whirled my arms to maneuver the waves to turn my ship to the side. The gun deck faced the shores of the City of Merchants. küçükçekmece escort The windows were opened and I had no doubt in my mind that below me my crew was positioning the cannons straight for the city.

“Cannons ready, Eric!” My mother said.

I grinned as I pulled my arms to my chest. The waves responded and pulled my ship further away from the blazing docks. I could see the beginnings of C’ula soldiers in the distance. I withdrew my cutlass from its sheath and pointed it forward.

“FIRE!” I shouted.

What came next was a loud whistle of sailing cannonballs through the air before they struck their target. Like booming thunder in the night sky, I heard the explosions of my artillery upon the City of Merchants. Bombs of fire rained down upon houses and merchant stands.

The city became engulfed in bright flames. So hot were they that I could feel their heat from where I stood. The smell of smoke and gunpowder filled the air as the screams of the populace suddenly raised like the screams of a thousand banshees running through the streets.

“Second volley, FIRE!” I called out.

Per my command, my crew fired another shot of the cannons which sailed through the air and blasted into even more buildings and streets, crushing and destroying anyone unlucky enough to be caught in their pathway.

I watched the flames dance wildly before I sheathed my cutlass and stretched out my arms. I then raised them into the air. I be sure that my crew, the nation of C’ula, and anyone else observing would have been stunned at the sight of two spiraling towers of water sailing high above the air.

It was true that a few months ago, I had wished that none would know my name yet, but now I had begun the trials that would let me reclaim what was mine. In order to draw out my enemies, I would lead them right to me until I sank each and every last one of them beneath the crashing tides.

I then pushed my hands outward. The twin blades of water crashed into the docks of C’ula and flowed through its streets bringing down house after house. Soldiers screamed as mages tried and failed to contain my attack before they were swept away. To those leading forces of C’ula, they would know that this be the price for provoking me.

I watched the waves bring buildings to their knees as it flooded other highways and street alleys. Structures toppled over and crashed into one another leaving a once-bustling merchant venue completely destroyed and desolate.

Bright side to all this? At least C’ula would not have to worry about putting out its fires. I had taken care of that at least.

Unfortunately, I had not the time to admire my work because someone shouted. “Captain, C’ula ships off the port side bow!”

Sure enough, Five C’ula military vessels were sea-worthy and began sailing towards us. I smirked. They were no consequence. There be no way that they could catch up with my ship.

“We sail for Delverhold!” I exclaimed. I then pushed up the waters forward and my ship rode the massive waves in the direction of my objective. At our speed and with me controlling our current, what hope could five C’ula ships have of ever seeing me when the sun rose in the morning?

By the time I had allowed the waves to subside, C’ula might as well have been over 100 miles away. There was naught but sea as far as the eye could see. The only thing that moved was my ship from the gentle rocking of the waves.

I finally let down my arms and rubbed them. They had grown stiff in the time that I had held them like that.

I be unsure of what time it was but seeing as the moon was still high in the sky, then I must say that we were in the dead of night. Not a cloud hangs in the sky and my crew slowly feel the excitement drain away from their bodies.

Thankfully, Ellen took care of assigning the night workers. This left me the time to dismiss everyone else to their own activities. I assigned some men to bring the Kavtha’s Urn into my storage room. I had no doubt that the water golem was furious with me and would be on his way to retrieve what was his.

In the meantime, I decided that rest would be a good thing. So, I took my mother and quietly laid with her. She had chosen to remind me that she still hadn’t washed my cum off her from the auction, but why should I need to care about such a thing?

All I desired was to have my mother beside me as I fell asleep. Her red sea of hair became my pillow as I dreamt of riches and adventures once again. This time, no weird dreams plagued me like last time.

The next morning, the only thing that greeted me was the sound of the sea and my mother’s breathing. Outside my window, a thick mist began to roll over the ocean and, like a foreboding warning, I already knew what this would entail. My eyes stared at my never-ending kingdom. As we continued to sail, I already knew what would be waiting for us.

I woke up my mother and told her to gather the entire crew together. Anyone sleeping would need to be woken up and anyone working would need to stop working for the moment.

My mother slipped out of bed and got dressed. She opened and closed my door as I slipped out as well. I dressed myself as well. Before I exited my quarters, I took one last look at my map. It still pointed to the destination I had marked. That was good. I would need to remember that well.

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