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“Istanfooooool!” Gal grinned and swung her legs over the gunwale. “I’m baq, carina!” Her ship and her crew sang in unison with her sea as they coasted in with the evening tide. The mellow waves made for good dreaming. On open oceans, under clear skies, ‘twas the sway to which Gal lit her pipe...

The nazrani offered a small curtsy to the Contessa; to assent to the question and to gather her mask before it slipped under the pressure of a growing grin. They weren’t out of the deep waters yet. But by the Spirits, if they managed to fleece two cities with one blockade, Gal would laugh all...

Her eyes were screwed shut, her teeth bared in a rictus caught somewhere between pain and anger. It was difficult, sometimes, for Gal to tell the two apart. (And getting worse each year.) She balled her hands into fists, knuckles white from the effort it took to still their trembling. The taste...

The street – if the muddy thoroughfare might be called that – was deserted as they stepped out of the tavern. Smoke was still pluming treacherously out of the chimneys of the houses either side, but the doors were closed and the shutters drawn shut. A lone cat held watch from atop a pile of...

“Nobody?” Her dark brows shot up. Definitely a noble. Nothing gave a posh cunt away like presuming their life of leisure was something that applied to the whole world. That, somehow, the fruit in their bowl simply plucked itself; that the meat on their plate had hunted, butchered, and cooked...

The screeching of seagulls and the smell of rotting fish preempted the city itself as they slowly wore into the port of Asar. The nazrani stood at the prow of Kraken’s Maw – her… fifth? ship? – and tugged the thick pelt cloak close around her shoulders in the face of the whipping wind. Her eyes...

By the time the smoke turned black, Gal had chopped down the whole copse. All of it. She stared at her handiwork, her brow glistening with sweat. It rolled between her breasts, down her back, into her arsecrack. Fucking everywhere. It was another layer of grime on top of the salt and dirt, and...

The deckhands and sailors scrambled all over the ship like ants, and though they bore no uniform, they displayed better discipline at maneuvers than many a merchant crew. It followed quite naturally from paying your men and women their due share, and hearing their concerns and opinions on the...

While the seawitch busied herself with the flotsam on the beach, Gal pushed deeper into the untamed thicket. The rising sun had quieted the jungle – dusk and dawn were the twilight hours when predators roamed. Her people were the same when going out on a hunt, faces streaked with paint to help...

“You think you would use me?” Gal asked as she fell in step with the other woman. Her spirits had returned along with the dagger – both figuratively and literally. The plan wasn’t a bad one. A standard, really, to put together a grand pyre and hope to any gods you might serve that a ship spots...

There was a lot of faffing about and a general dragging of feet that could’ve been anything from exhaustion to uncertainty to fear. Unfortunately, the time for deliberation had passed as soon as the reinforcements had appeared atop the not-so-distant hill. “Chop chop,” Gal snapped at her rowers...

Ngalu Do’Zei Imla Iwi Lua did not snore. What the witch had endured during the night were likely only her own loud thoughts, rattling about her skull. It was the sort of thing that happened when you had too much empty space up there. Still, the pirate came-to with all the grace of a cat left...

Gal suppressed her urge to snort, but it was a close thing. “Certainly, Your Grace. The tolari from the Qarantia helped, though.” The pirate did not mention that her ship was caught in the Baleri harbor with the rest; that they were bleeding hard-stolen money every week they couldn’t take back...

Her mouth curled into a smile at those words, but Gal never replied. She captured them and savored them like she would with any good prey, content with the spoils of her hunt tonight. Both of them. Sitting down on her own patch of damp sand, the pirate let go of the tension in her limbs by...

Those black eyes took in everything as they were marched to the private chambers of the Contessa. Every door, every hallway that broke off the main, every narrow set of stairs, every statue and nook and cranny. Just in case. When the time came to kneel, Gal left her pride at the door and her...