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The dawn found Gal already stirring, her body long tuned to the patterns of the sun. Ship shifts were short and merciless – four hours in good weather, two if sailing cold or stormy waters. The deep cut on her forearm had scabbed over well, the skin puckered into an angry red line. In a few...

Gal was cheating. She wasn’t no amateur either; made sure to swap out the cards, pass them off to her neighbours when they leant in to grab their drink. When someone inevitably noticed that the deck had gotten somewhat light in the way of colours and rather heavy on the aces, she wouldn’t be...

Her arms ached. Her back was sore. Her forearm still burned where she’d made her offering of blood to the deep. As if that weren’t enough, mosquitoes had eaten her alive while she’d been chopping wood. And now insult to injury. “You gonna fix up your own pyre?” Gal sneered and pushed past the...

Getting a fire going was a straightforward task. She’d left her home isle in the blossom of youth – heeding the call of adventure, she’d tell people, tough the truth was a rather different beast – the lessons inculcated on the hunt were not easily washed from her bones. Knowing when and how to...

“We should do a shelter anyway,” the nazrani growled out and accepted the water. Her adorned throat bobbed as she threw her head back to take a long draught. She stuck the wineskin back out and pushed past Noelani with a pronounced limp. “We’ll have somewhere to dry and salt the meat. No tellin’...

Gal sashayed between the gamblers, weighing the tables – the players – to see which of them she could fleece for the most coin. It was early hours yet, but most of them were already well into their cups, beer and mead sloshing over to speckle the scuffed cards in their hands. Easy marks, the lot...

Every city had its hidden treasures, its glinting jewels, and its diamonds in the rough. Gal made it her business to see to all of them when she visited, to see which riches were ready for the plucking and which ones needed more time on the vine. The Salted Ivy had been a member of the latter...

“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...