"Don't start with me..." Mythica growled at Flint at his comment, obviously not in any kind of mood for his flirtatious gestures.
Mythica continued to lay her head back against the chair as the boy entered her cabin. She'd sigh as the glass was poured and she'd grab it, standing back up in the process, walking over to the back of the cabin staring out the windows. Taking a swig she'd stare out into the fog with a hateful glare. That's when the boy would speak up once again. She'd continue staring outside as he spoke, letting him finish, she'd turn to meet his gaze with her violet eyes. Her eyebrow raised. "And what's the first thing I told you when you came into my service?" She asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She'd walk past him, opening a large glass cabinet. Inside was her long, silver cutlass. A sword passed down to her from Mythica's father, and previous captain of the Seraph's Requiem. Jario Groven. She'd sigh, taking it out and strapping it against her waste. "Take what you can, and give nothing back." She'd finish, turning to him with a hand on her hip. "Anything a man finds while he spends time on this ship is his. So long it ain't something I want." She'd snicker. "Therefore, you want a magic book? You'll have to acquire one yourself." She'd tell Ewan, slumping back in the large chair, finishing off the glass. "After all, we're pirates. We take what we want. Noticed that no one has ever told you to stay below deck during our raids? You're more then welcome to participate in the bloody skirmishes, and if you survive, maybe you'll find what you're looking for on the enemy vessel before I sink it into oblivion." She'd snicker again.
Suddenly, the door to her cabin opened, and a tired looking sailor walked in. Her glare returned and she stood up. "What the fuck took you so long?" She'd growl. "I was sleeping." He'd shrug. "You still have your friend in Arca?" She'd ask. "Aye, he's still running trades."
"Good." She'd grumble, pulling a feathered quill from its inkwell and a piece of parchment paper. She began to scribble down a note before handing it to the man. "Now you make sure this gets to him. We can't affo-"
"CAPN!" Suddenly, Mythica's first mate came rushing through the doors. "Cap'n! We have an unnatural fog bank rolling in." Mythica's eyebrow raised "What do ye mean?" He'd hesitate. "I- It's green." With that, Mythica would stand up and walk around the desk and shove past the two pirates and look out over the railing of her ship.
In the distance a maasive bank of fog came rushing towards them, and he was right. The fog was green in color. Her eyes widened as she turned and rushed up the stairs. "HARD TO STARBOARD! STARBOARD! THAT FOG ISN'T NATURAL!" She'd yelll, her hands began to manifest a magical energy, the wind whipping around them. She'd turn her palms around as the Seraph began to turn to outrun the green invader. She'd grunt, attempting to push it back, but to no avail. "Grr. This is magic! Mine isn't working against it." The Seraph would begin full speed, trying to outrun the approaching cloud. Mythica doing all she could to slow its advance, while hastening her own. But nothing seemed to work! Within an instant, the fog picked up speed and completely engulfed the ship! As soon as it entered her lungs, Mythica could tell something about it was very wrong. Her head began to go blank as her legs shook. Before long, she fell to her knees. The entire crew would collapse as well. One by one they hit the deck, completely knocked out cold. Until Mythica was left alone, holding onto the railing trying to resist the urge to fall. However, it wouldn't work. The magic had overtaken the pirate, and all she could see was darkness...
Her eyes would suddenly open as a blinding light phased them... Nothing but the sound of the cool breeze, and the nearby splashing of waves could be heard. She felt sand beneath her back as she stared up at a cloudless sky... The hot sun bearing down on her. What had happened? Where was she? Mythica would silently grunt before sitting up. Staring straight at the tree line of a tropical island... Stumbling to her feet, the girl's eyes widened, turning to see nothing but the endless ocean. No sign of her ship anywhere! "How..." She'd simply mutter, before a noise caught her ears. She'd turn to the direction to notice the large expansive beach, the entire thing was littered with the bodies of other sailors. They'd be struggling to get to their feet, and seemed just as surprised as Mythica was to see this island. Upon closer inspection, she recognized many of these sailors to be pirates from her crew, but many she'd never seen before in her life. What was going on?! Flint! She needed to find Flint!
She'd lumber through the sand, hand on her cutlass. Spotting her first mate, Maul, recovering, she'd simply kick him in the shoulder as she walked passed. "Get up.." She'd grumble. "Cough! Wh- What happened? Where are we?" He'd sputter, standing up and looking at Mythica's back as she looked out over the beach. "I have no idea... But it seems we're stranded..."