Rogue Pirate
P
ort Wimbly, home to sailors, fishermen, dock workers, ship builders and Bethesda Jorrney. Born in a over crowded boarding house her mother a harlot and simple street thief, Never knew her Father and has no other family. Bethesda led a vile childhood full of muggings and rapes. Killing in her part of town was looked at as a good thing, "Less of that rabble about", quipped the nobles. Most had no chance to land a job let alone advance in the world. Bethesda was going to be different. She ran away from her mother at the age of twelve and snuck on board a Merchant ship bound for the far territories.
After caught and nearly whipped to death, Bethesda found her calling in the sheets and rigging. So deft was she that the sailors would call her the "Monkey" and "Rat Child". Three hard years of rough seas and tougher living brought nothing but good to the lithe little girl of Wimbly who grew into a seasoned deck hand. With her advancing years came a more severe problem for the sea witch. Men were starting to take a real shine to the young woman racing into adulthood.
With the help of the Captain, Bethesda finally refused the sea and returned to the port of her birth.
Now she works the city of her youth. Thieving and spying among the aristocracy her profession.
The warm surf crashes violently against her pale flesh. Every muscle cries out in agony as the sand catches up in the folds of her raw skin. It has been said the sea never gives up her dead. In this case an error may have been made. Despite the urge to simply cuddle up in the sun warmed sands the young woman leans on a shaky elbow and scans the surroundings. The beach is covered in irregular hills of wind sculpted white sand. Looking to the sea she sees no bodies or anything else of worth. Getting slowly up to one knee she looks down at the condition of her gown. A magnificent one it had been, golden weave of the finest silk, now it hangs in tatters, more of her undergarments exposed than not. With a deep sigh she stands on shaky feet and summons what little energy remains and slowly walks towards the nearest survivor. Casually running a hand through brine encrusted red hair finding more sand and seaweed, pausing momentarily to draw the long locks together and bending over squeezes out what wetness she can. What can be seen of her profile from a distance appears pleasing to the eye, standing less than two span in stature with pale skin and auburn hair. An athletic build complements her exposed legs and healthy cleavage. Shaking the hair loose it falls shaggy and clumped almost to her waist. A wave of dizziness almost knocks her down as she staggers onward. Upon closer inspection she is a striking beauty with high cheekbones, a pertly tapering face, full and wide lips, overly large slightly almond-shaped eyes of a startling green hue. Approaching the stranger the youthful woman offers a hand in greeting, "Might thou needest assistance?", uttered in a hoarse whisper that is swallowed up in the noise of wind and surf.
The party gets aquatinted, we find a small treasure and discover the possibility that slave traders may attack us at first light. The fading light and cool land breeze leave Bethesda tired and she curls up and goes to sleep. Dreams haunt her.
Winged fish fly high overhead while dolphin leap boundless waves to dive once again into the everlasting sea. Winds churn in the folds of straining canvas and the creaking of oaken timbers competes with the splash of the bow as it plows through a glistening yet turbulent watery waste. Sitting high in the rigging, the vista on all horizons filled with deep blue meeting the hazy light blue of sky. Gulls flap and cry around me in a game of waiting. On deck grim sailors carry on dreary tasks. Between bawdy songs they curse and tell of tales of lives spent on ship or the occasional rousing adventure on shore. I am proud to be one with them yet different in ways which nature hath devised to lower status through size and weakness. Time is my enemy as my appearance fills out and features once easy to hide are laid bare to casual observation. Great sadness holds sway over me with the knowledge that no more will the salt spray and open ocean be my constant companion. Yet ever striving will I quest for this freedom. To move at my liberty upon this vast wealth of water a part of and belonging to it’s life and energy.
Looking down from my precarious perch on the main top cross tree, the wind biting and scratching to pluck me bodily into the sea, the deck awash as a tremendous wave crashes over the bow and floods the deck in foam. The driving ran making it difficult to see who is still on deck. The vessel steals over a crest and plunges down the other side tossing me into the mast. Dizzy from the blow, holding on for dear life I hear a strange noise that doesn’t fit this nightmare of sea and storm. It’s a howling, like that of a wolf. The skin crawls on my backside as the timbre of that animal cry brings a fear of insanity to grasp. Did that blow to my head leave me senseless? Shaking the cobwebs out of my head doesn’t help as the baying continues. Suddenly, the ship starts to wallow across the wind and another wave sends it reeling as the sea comes up to greet me I hear that howling still…Crying out in her sleep, "We’re lost…we’re lost…"
"We’re lost!…we’re lost!" Oblivion fades to reason, striving upward, against the depths and finally breaking the surface. What is this, the sea is calm and no sun doth light this peculiar orange haze. From some past recollection comes understanding, I have passed over, now Talos rules my soul. From below the surface a force pulling downward, sucking the life energy from me. Forces beyond purpose apply pressure as joints and tissue rend. Then hope, as a surge of pure light, brilliant, blinding, restores that which had been lost. Breaking surface once again the swells and wind remind of serious intent. Swimming with new purpose the unanswered questioned remains, who defied the will of Talos!
Interrupted from this dream filled sleep, Bethesda gets awakened by Nimbus a sea elf who insists something is valuable for her to see inland. Not wishing to turn down a good thing Bethesda follows Nimbus into a trap and gets drugged and is now being lead to the slave traders. The drug wears off and Bethesda takes out the wizard bare handed, well she does grab his dagger and plunge it into him a couple times. She manages to make it back to the beach where she is once again among friends and falls fast asleep. She got a ring off the wizard but who knows what it does.
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