Boats were meant to be burned and destroyed, Everleigh realized.
The great Galleon ship, Pasiphae, was sinking and burning at the same time as Everleigh dodged a major burst of fire that caught the slow group of sailors that thought following her would be a good thing. They weren’t wrong, she did have the right idea to head up to the large deck and get to one of the dozen boats and off the flaming wonderland. What they were wrong in was the fact that they had assumed she was going to slow down for them.
Their screams only encouraged her to run faster.
When Everleigh had boarded this ship at Vel Luin, the idea was that her and the others from the academy would just be extra muscle. They were transporting, after all, living goods. Not humans or other humanoid creatures. But some wealthy merchant from Vel Anir had made quite a name for themselves by selling exotic creatures throughout Arethil. And, as long as the price was right, they would bring whatever creature to whatever person desired it.
These rare and exotic creatures, Everleigh had to admit, were quite interesting. She hadn’t heard about many of them, and was quite curious if any of them were dangerous. Turns out, this batch was extremely dangerous. Dangerous and explosive. Apparently, the three-inch long flying scorpions were like miniature bombs. They were supposed to be kept asleep during the trip over to the northern reaches. Everleigh wasn’t sure exactly how they had been awaken, but obviously someone had messed up.
Now it was a problem to Everleigh who shoved some panicking attendant out of her way as she made her way on the deck. As expected, it was chaos. She wasn’t sure where exactly the designated proctor of the academy was— she was nearly certain they were already on a boat and far away from this mess— or her other classmates. But that didn’t matter. Survival of the fittest at it’s finest.
All the boats seemed to have been taken already, albeit for one. The poison eater’s dull gaze fell on that last boat that had a small group of men surrounding it. She briskly made her way over, hearing the men arguing.
“I told you, it’s stuck!”
“Well get it un stuck or else let me take a look at it!” There was a roar of agreement from the majority of the group.
“If you think you can do better then go ahead!”
The man who was struggling with the mechanism to have the boat drop was unceremoniously pushed out of the way, almost falling completely off the ship down and down to the waves. After he was finished cursing, Everleigh spoke up.
“Why don’t you just cut it down, everyone jump into the water and then climb on board?” A few men turned around to face her, seeing the light armor about her and then glancing at each other.
“Sorry, miss,” one said, “but I’m afraid we’re full. Actually, we’re above capacity for this little thing. First come first serve.” As if on cue, five men were staring down at her, crossing their arms over their broad chests. If they were trying to intimidate her, they were doing it to the wrong person.
“What a shame.” Everleigh said. She pulled out a coin. “Let’s make a bet. Heads you keep your spot, tails, I get it.” She said, looking at the man who had addressed her. He barked out a laugh, and shook his head. Everleigh frowned. How lame. “Anyone else?” None of the five men humored her and so Everleigh shrugged. “Fine. Have it your way.” Without hesitation, Everleigh inhaled deeply through her mouth, eyes glowing violet and then turned gold the next second. The men stepped back but it was too late for when she exhaled through her mouth, a violet mist was rushing out.
The men quickly fell down, the toxic fumes having the desired effect. Stepping over the bodies, Everleigh pulled out a flat blade, looking at the last man alive. He froze and Everleigh stepped into the boat. “Heads or tails?”