No Rest For The Wicked [M] [Heretic King]

[Codex]

After that... The two pirates gave themselves to eachother as the sun slowly set on the horizon...

The morning lights flickered in through the windows of the boat's captain quarters. Mythica was sound asleep with messy white hair over Flint's naked chest. It was evident that the two had moved their operations to the bed sometime during the night, as that's where they had been lying. The young girl's body was completely naked, but most was covered by the sheets of the large bed. On the other side of the quarters Mythica's belongings lied. Her blue trench coat and rose feathered hat stood dormant beside her cutlass. She had a hand over his stomach as her head rested over his beating heart. Still sound asleep from the night.

[Medievarad]

As Mythica was resting on his chest, Flint was sleeping on his back, completely naked save for the eyepatch he always wore. One arm was wrapped Mythica's frame, his hand resting on her shoulder. The male captain snored softly, a crack of light passed on his face and he stirred with a soft snort, trying to sit up.

But the weight of Mythica's head stopped him and he kept still, glancing down at the mess of white hair. He couldn't help but smirk softly as he remembered the night prior. He gave the captain a soft squeeze to wake her up.

[Codex]

Mythica silenty began to stir in her slumber as Flint pressed the weight of his arm around her.  Soon, her violet eyes began to flicker open. She felt Flint's chest underneath her head, and wearily looked over at the captain. She suddenly remembered the night. Her face looked tired as strews of hair passed over her facial features.

"That was... Entertaining..." She spoke softly, still weary from sleep. She could still feel the ship creak and groan as it swayed silently on the dock. That's when Mythica suddenly remembered: This wasn't her ship. She was aboard Flint's new vessel. Not on the Seraph's Requiem.

"Crew's probably wondering what happened to us..." She yawned.

[Medievarad]

Flint smirked softly as he leaned forward to press a kiss against her head. "Thats all I get? Entertainin'?" He inquired teasingly, sitting up slightly as he pulled the smaller captain up with him. "At least I'm still alive, given yer reputation," he concluded with a soft chuckle.

"Probably," Flint answered to the latter remark, face screwing up slightly as he groaned, before letting her go to stretch his arms with a deep groan.

[Codex]

"Fer now." She chuckled at Flint's question. She leaned up with her head on his shoulder before lifting it up along with the sheets to cover her body. Her eyes squinted as the morning sun flickered in through the curtains of the window.

A few minutes later, the captain was nearly fully dressed, pulling on her blue trench coat, checking herself in the mirror of the captain's cabin. Finally, she placed her rose feathered hat on her head and was satisfied with her looks. She turned to the other captain before putting a hand on his cheek. "Better inform yer crew of the job we're gonna pull off." She said through a devilish smile. Before turning to the double doors of the cabin, opening them suddenly only to be bombarded with the smell of sea salt and the un's rays. All of Flin'ts crew stopped dead in their tracks, staring at Mythica with wide eyes. She simply gave them a wink before walking off the ramp and towards the Seraph's Requiem, steadily swaying a few docks over.

[Medievarad]

"Then I'll just haf'ta try better next time," he answered with a soft chuckle and another soft kiss on her forehead.

Flint just sat back in bed and watched her get dressed, smirking and crooning as she did. And as she left the ship, thoroughly eyed by his crew, the Captain sat up and followed her out. "Oi! You curs! Don't'cha 'ave anythin' to do but oogle a cap'n?! Get back to work!" He called as he stood in the doorpost of his cabin.

Stark naked.

[Codex]

After dodging all the questions her crew had bombarded her with upon her return to the Seraph's Requiem, Mythica seated herself in the captain's cabin. Her hands hurriedly scribbled out a letter to an unkown party, but judging by her speed and sudden shift hand movements, as well as the expression on her face, she seemed pissed about something. Finally she finished the final word of the letter , and scraped the feathered ink quill off the edge of the paper. Slamming the letter on her desk she sighed in an annoyed tone before lifting herself off the large chair, and opened the double doors.

"Right then! You all know the drill? Tonight we take that Serenian fort! So get to your stations!" She yelled while gripping the railing of the deck tightly. "And my new friend will be helping us! His bigass ship will be close behind, so smile would ya?" Mythica turned to her first mate. "Make sure our special cargo is kept safe... And it doesn't get wet..."

[Medievarad]

Flint retreated back into his cabin after both Mythica left and his crew went back to work, to get dressed ofcourse. After all, trying to commandeer a ship in the nude was not only ineffective, it was cold. And.those were prior exepriences.

He stepped out his cabin again, tipping the large hat as he walked up to the helm, sliding his fingers across the marge wheel, smiling softly. "Alright ya scurvy dogs!" He piped up suddenly, his crew standing at attention. "The personbwho gave y'all a purpose in yer forsaken life wants us to raid a fortress! And this ship's perfect fer doin' just that! Set sail! We follow the Seraph's Requiem!"

And so, the monstrosity that was the newly dubbed Juggernaut trailed behind Mythica's Requiem, dwarfing her ship inb comparison to the Juggernaut.

[Codex]

She stood at the bow of the ship as the morning mist began to billow in behind the two boats. This hadn't been caused by Mythica though, it was all natural. The fort the two pirate crews were headed was very large, but still quite a ways away. They wouldn't reach Mythica's planned location until sunset, assuming the winds would hold. She glanced up at the sails of her ship, spotting the Seraph's colours. A music note made completely up of skeletal bones swayed silently in the dawns breeze. Somehow that reminded her of something. Not wasting anytime, the girl quickly trotted through the deck, avoiding eye contact with her crew as they hurriedly attended their stations. She walked up to the rear of her ship and eyed the Juggernaught. Flint's new vessel was by far very large. It even dwarfed Mythica's boat, and she owned your average galleon class ship. She was taken off a moment by its size, but quickly shook the thought and remembered what she had been doing. Turning to her first mate who was currently at the wheel.

"Oi, Maul!" He looked over with interest. "Aye cap'n?"
"You think I'll need to bring ol Raken into this battle?"
Maul shifted slightly with discomfort. "Not with that ship backing us up... And not with our cargo." Mythica turned her head again, pondering his hypothesis. "Besides, I'm sure he's still tired after the LAST confrontation you forced him into." She chuckled at his comment. "I guess that's a safe bet... Either way, I'll have him on standby in case things go south..." She said, looking down at the back face of her hand. She silently removed the glove to reveal the serpent tattoo lacing around her wrist onto the back of her hand. It began to silently glow a faint grey light...

[Medievarad]

Flint mostly spent his time on the wheel himself. He steered the ship behind Mythica's, his crew at the ready, all doing their assigned tasks. The man glanced up at the horizon as the fortress rose in the distance, the sun setting. Flint took a deep sigh.

"Ai'ght! Everyone to battlestations! Ready yerselves!" He bellowed as his men scurried to their positions.

[Codex]

With the wind getting stronger, Mythica could feel the presence of an approaching conflict drawing ever closer. Steering her ship silently as the sun began to silently set on the horizon, a large naval for blocking half of it from view... They had been sailing near the island, and through her spyglass the captain could easily make out the faint outlines of towers dotting the jungle landscape behind the naval fort. She nodded to her first mate, who knew exactly what to do without saying another word. He quickly walked down the stairs, barking orders at the crew as they got prepared for battle. No doubt the fort hadn't seen the two ships, especially Flint's. After all, it hadn't gotten its name for nothing.

Now it was time for the smokescreen. The magical towers on the island would be able to see the two ships, but the fort itself would have trouble through the thick fog. Something Mythica had planned perfectly... Her crew was simply going to dock near the fort, but out of the tower's vision. Hopefully Flint would distract the fort's attention through the fog, while Soulscar and her crew snucked up to the fort's gates, and busted it down...

Wasting no time, Mythica let go of the wheel as the alarm bells of the fort could be heard ringing furiously in the distance. She silently raised an arm to the sky, and closed her eyes... Taking several deep breaths as the air around her began to shift, blowing her long white hair behind her, as a large ball of mist manifested around her palm. Suddenly, she opened  her violet eyes and uncurled her hand. Within an instant, the entire surrounding water was engulfed in a gigantic smoke cloud! The cloud moving rapidly across the ocean straight towards the fort, obscuring it completely from view...

[Medievarad]

"Alright men! Some of you are new 'ere, but I'll explain exactly how things go 'ere!" He called out, some of Flint's older members that knew him prior to his previously sunken ship grinned, having already heard this speech. "People are gun' die. But ya see, more of them are gun' die!" He started, grinning as he called out. "We're on a behemoth of a ship, bigger than me own mum, god bless 'er, and more durable than the chastity belt of a noblewoman!" He called out, met with laughter and agreeing shouts.

"I ain't promisin' a ticket back home, y'all knew what ya signed up for, but survivors will be rich as kings! Take all we can and give nothing back! Let's show these prissy military men jus' how it's done!" He called out loudly, a chorus of loud aye's resounding as his answer.

Flint only grinned as the alarm bells sounded and the fog gathered. "Load up the cannons! We're goin' in blind!" He called loudly, before a thunderstorm of cannonballs was shot at the fortress.