Zana and Jenere sat in
silence for a good while. Taking advantage of the silence both reveled in their
own thoughts. Jenere’ mind went back to Onna the Nurse he just met for the
second time in his life or more likely encountered a second time. This new
acquaintance turned out to be a ludicrous one for him. Scientist Nurse Onna
would visit him at odd times. She would either swim to vessel or ride a
motorboat regardless of the patrols. Whatever race she was she enjoyed arriving
at his ship in a wetsuit or trench coat with nothing underneath. Jenere shared
this with his fellow privateer.
Zana laughed aloud at this as he told her. She gave him
this very intrigued smile. Jenere could not keep himself from scowling at her.
He never wanted his love affairs or relationships known outside a circle of
trust. During his years at sea he would have more than one woman to visit.
“That is when you know there is more, she wants from you.
Yet she cannot openly admit that. Your part of…no viewpoint of the story is
gold!” Zana pointed out with heavier laughter coming from her. He glared at her
when she laughed. Jenere did not want to hit her nor did he wish to do her any
harm.
“Let’s discuss the damage and the aftermath.” Jenere
insisted through gritted teeth.
“Very well then we have covered the death toll. Lead on
Captain Omavern.” Zana gave the floor to him.
“Aside from casualties and ships lost we have acquired
some loot. A reasonable fleet of ghost ships most of which were tugged away. On
board the ones we found experiments, dead crews, scientists, nurses, caches of
weapons, much needed necessities, and technology for our own scientists to play
with.” Jenere noted while jostling all the events that happened.
“Don’t forget the new enemy beneath us. Those aquatic
warriors pose a serious threat.” Caniir added to the conversation.
“How the sverx do we fight, no, no, route and discourage
an underwater foe!” Jenere bellowed in frustration.
“It appears they can’t be after the first battles. We are
not dealing with U-boats.” Caniir commented about their enemy. Jenere knew
their new adversary among the Gantronese ranks attacked them with no vessels of
war. Offering the idea that they had none was naïve in his mind.
“We know the enemy can attack us from above, the seas,
and from beneath us. There is also the chance they could attack us from islets
or islands.” Jenere surmised.
“Wait how- never mind battery emplacements and gun
positions on land.” Caniir caught herself from making a naïve question.
“Exactly!” Jenere said jumping up to his feet. “It is the
goal of the Gantronese to ambush this navy by any means! This is a trap of some
sorts. A trap-“ he was interrupted by a knock on the metal door followed by a
female’s voice.
“Hello Captain Caniir, Captain Omavern.” The voice behind
the door addressed them. Sour over the female’s interjection neither of them
answered her. The knocking and the voice came back when she did not get a
reply.
“Hello in there, Captain Caniir, Captain Omavern are you
in there?” she asked from the other side of the closed door. She knocked again
making it a third time.
Zana looked at Jenere and waved her hand for him to see
who it was. Disgruntled over a fellow pirate captain ordering him around, he
got up to answer the door. As he approached the door the knocking came a fourth
time. Annoyed by the interjection Jenere forced open the door to a reclining
room for staff. Whoever was at the door was about to knock a fifth time.
Standing at no taller than five foot five inches was the culprit to the
interruption. A female half elf with short hair that made her ears big. That
was not all that was big on her. Her chest seemed a little packed in the naval
uniform as it fitted tightly. One would assume a button could pop off at any
moment. An hourglass, petite body in a uniform appeared too distracting. Even
if she was covered her curves it still attracted attention.
“Hello there!” She said cheerily with a huge grin on her
face. It disappeared quickly when she seemed to recall her duties.
“Sorry good sir, I am Lieutenant Secretary Naphene
Tramyar Blue-rose Vagi of V.S. Frigate Class Hervorne. Under the command of
Admiral Kezef my Captain sent me to retrieve you.” Lieutenant Secretary Vagi
introduced herself.
Jenere could not help but craft a smile on his face. Having
this cute, voluptuous elf standing there aroused him. Ideas started entering
this pirate’s head. He licked his teeth wondering what kind of mother she might
make one day. Caniir’s voice pierced the silence and disrupting the scene from
behind him.
“Captain Omavern who is it?” she asked him with a mix of
curiosity and hint of agitation in her voice. She was on the verge of yelling.
“A Lieutenant Secretary Vagi of the V.S. Hervorne sent
here to retrieve us.” Jenere presented the secretary like a gift to Zana. Whatever
agitated expression she held melted away. It transformed into an intrigued
facial expression. She got up appearing obsessed with this Lieutenant Secretary
Vagi. Zana went up to her holding the same expression. Before Jenere’s eyes
this fellow pirate captain placed her hands on Vagi’s breasts. Zana began
fondling her as she put hands all over the Lieutenant. (This part will not be
on the blog I promise)
“My, my what a lovely physique. There is no doubt it
makes for delicious eye candy.” Zana proclaimed as she squeezed softly.
“Excuse me Captain Caniir is this how you greet people?”
Lieutenant Vagi asked sounding confused with a hint of comprehension in her
voice. Jenere watched in bewilderment at how Zana just fondled Vagi’s body.
Frozen to the floor Jenere watched her hands go all over Vagi’s butt, breasts,
and legs.
“Captain Caniir I had no idea you had an infatuation with
the, the same sex-“ Omavern tried to make sense of what he was witnessing. He
had something else to say when Vagi lost it. With no warning or hesitation Vagi
pulled out her pistol from its holster. In full panic mode she discharged six
shots that went everywhere. Neither Caniir nor Omavern were caught in the
frantic crossfire. Each round she fired missed them and found other targets. She
only shot the floor, table, wall and one of the chairs. Both Pirate Captains
jumped out of the way. Jenere hid behind the door while Zana dove to the other
side of the room. When it fell silent Jenere came out from behind the door.
“Well isn’t this perfect?” A nicely set up room shot up
by a jump sailor!” Caniir remarked angrily. She picked herself up. Zana marched
up to Vagi who looked like she pissed herself. The pirate Captain snatched the
pistol from Vagi’s hands. Omavern studied the Lieutenant Secretary a little
worried about her. She did not move from the doorway as if she was frozen with
fear and shock. Vagi did not budge or react letting her own hands shake.
“Lieutenant Vagi are you okay?” Jenere asked her only to
receive an outburst of anger from her.
“I AM PERFECTLY FINE!” she snapped at him. He did not
hesitate to smack the elf across the face Jenere never enjoyed being yelled at,
or get snapped at. Him smacking her was to shut her up while getting her back
on track. Zana was too distracted by the pistol to notice.
“This Lightning Flash Eighty-Four looks brand new.”
Caniir commented as she studied the pistol further. Vagi shook her head
returning to a normal state and calming down. She checked to see if she had
peed herself, which she did not. Jenere tapped her on the arm. As though
nothing even happened this Vestrisian held a pleasant expression on her face.
Vagi must have brought her own thoughts to a happy place to cope with the
fondling.
“Sverx any explanations Lieutenant just lead on!” Caniir
barked at Vagi disrupting her happy moment. Zana shoved the pistol inside
Vagi’s shirt. She then grabbed Vagi and twirled the Secretary around. Ignoring her
protests Caniir pushed the Secretary through the hall.
Zana forced Vagi to lead the way. Jenere followed them up
to the main deck of the ghost ship. All the guards on board were ordered not to
come even if they heard gunfire. They passed a total of thirteen pirate guards.
Six came from his own ship, and the rest from her own vessel. He knew the faces
of the six crewmembers who stood guard. Their names did not escape him like
some, Agrima, Pola, Virdo, Durlad, Huverne Warmjaw the Dwarf, and Arbane the
Glaive Elf. Agrima hailed from Castaria, Pola was a Condor native covered in
tribal tattoos, Virdo was a half human, half goblin from Geverine, Durlad of
Borvados, Warmjaw was from the Southern Blackmell Mountains. As for Arbane he
came from the ship itself. Born from a mistress he wanted nothing to do with
his own father.
On the main deck the found Admiral Kezef and five
officers waiting. Ten armed sailors surrounded the Admiral and his party. Next
to him stood another privateer-pirate. This figure had a monster’s claw scar
across her face. Whoever this figure was wore a striped shirt under a coat,
trousers made form some sea creature, and a sailor’s cap. Beside her was a
snake woman armed with a crossbow, bolts, curved daggers, and tips for her
tail.
“Good work Lieutenant Vagi. I never thought anyone would
gather those two. At first we believed you’d need back up-“
“After attempting to blast both of us? I doubt that!”
Zana interrupted him. She pushed Vagi past the guards into the Captain next to
him. Vagi’s body was pushed against him. It caused a crowd to laugh, revealing
more people on board the ghost ship.
“Captain Caniir, Captain Omavern I hope you did not
suffer too many casualties.” Kezef said sounding sympathetic.
“You mean casualties like our allies suffered?” Jenere
asked him. “Yes, not heavy casualties, but some.”
“Yes and you are requested to clear that barge. The
parties we sent either died or ran out of there scare for their lives. Our
fleet have discovered a small Gantronese fleet of five ships. We have reason to
believe there are more fleets out there-.” Kezef was once again interrupted.
“I see you are just sending us into that barge we have
surrounded.” Omavern pointed out interrupting him.
“Yes, Captain Omavern, because you are the best we have
here.” Kezef softly grabbed Vagi by the arm and set her next to the snake woman
whom she hugged. “This is shipmate Sea Legs Lost Marbles Tommathe, one of two
hundred eleven crew members of two privateer anti- u-boat sloops, and survivors
from that explosion. The snake woman is a Lamia, Seleris the Constable from
another world and my bodyguard.”
“Which means we have to divide them up and put them with
our own crews.” Zana added crossing her arms impatiently.
“I assume it may cause issues or trouble among your
crews?” Kezef asked raising his eyebrows with concern.
“Yes!” Both Captains replied.
“Considering what they just experienced? Most pirates
would say you are asking for brawls, or beatings. If the crew was a port you my
find their attitude warming.” Omavern explained to the Admiral.
“Two hundred and eleven you say?” Zana asked him looking
directly at Lost Marbles Tommathe.
“Divide them up and sort them out as best you can.” Kezef
ordered them and simply left them with two hundred eleven to divide up between
their ships.
They did not waste time on this day off. A total of fifty-two
of these crewmates were selected to man the captured ghost ship Zana managed to
save. Lost Marbles was voted to be its Captain. Fifty others expressed their
own fears of joining either crew. Each one of them settled for working on board
the newly named Leven, the ghost ship. With one hundred eight left to sort
through they discovered the crews from the Sloops were under the admiralty of a
homosexual. None of them had any issues with him being gay. To their dismay he
was over dramatic at times. Finding his drama unbearable those poor souls
sought a new ship and new Captain. Because of their abandoning the Admiral they
were dubbed Squares. Omavern managed to convince twelve of them to join his
crew. As for Zana’s crew only eight signed on her ship. Eighty-eight had to be
sorted out among the other privateers. Each one put the crews to work, adding a
third Captain to their own Privateer fleet.
Both Captains took in a deep breath of relief. Jenere and
Zana left the Leven to its fishing while they prepared their boarding parties.
All he had to do was rouse the lot up. Out of the one hundred fourteen
available crewmates thirty were hand-picked. Caniir rallied thirty-three of her
own crew and corralled a reserve of forty-eight She encouraged Jenere to do the
same. Using the hand radio he managed to get thirty seven as a reserve force.
Neither of their forces went lightly armed for this. From what they experienced
it was obvious the Gantronese had more here.
A force of sixty-five made up the boarding parties. In
their minds they imagined an army behind their backs. The reality screwed them
in the arse since no one else came. It was just sixty-five privateers on their
own with small reserves. On various types of boats Jenere and Zana approached
this massive vessel called a Barge Fort. To him it was a colossal sized vessel
that could pass off as a castle on water. Something about this Barge said it
was more of a moving port and fortress. Along its lower hull sat five entry
ways for ships. Each entry way had some docks and retractable ones in between.
None of these entryways appeared alive with no lights on.
Jenere did not trust the way it looked abandoned nor the retractable docks.
Caniir took her boarding parties to the other side of the Barge. Her search for
another way in left this whole side to him. As they drew closer they saw the
barge had bodies decorating its hull. Jaws must have dropped at the sight of
corpses nailed to the hull.
“By the Tortoise God what demon does this?” he heard one
of his crew cried out. Jenere turned to instill discipline when Zana’s voice
came up over the hand radio.
“Heads up Jenere we may have company. It looks like some
of Kezef’s new friends have landed on top. Over.” Caniir said over the radio.
“Do you see the corpses attached to the hull? Over.” He
asked her, wondering if she even saw the corpses. He glanced up for a second
curious about the new non-Calornese allies Kezef brought with them.
“What corpses-?” Caniir’s voice was cut off by the noise
of a roaring engine. Its source was traced to the skies. Whatever kind of
engine it was it sounded more mammalian beast mixed with a carnivorous reptile.
Sounding more like a scream the engine noise pierced the skies for a moment.
“Did you hear that? Over.” She asked him quickly.
“I think the whole world heard that. Over.” Jenere
replied smartly. She must have scoffed at that response. One his party got
close enough to dock he ordered for some lights to be used. Ten flashlights
illuminated a few parts of the entryway and docking portions. More corpses
lined the interior walls. Jenere counted close to one hundred forty-three or
more of their own allies nailed to the hull. Most of the corpses still had the
uniforms on. All of them were covered in blood.
Looking at the tattered, and bloodied uniforms he
recognized those uniforms on the corpses. Lybresans, Alagens, Ivodrans,
Ruhonthrans, and a handful of Vestrisian Volunteer Privateers were among the
many poor souls nailed to the metal. On the retractable docks they spotted figures
interacting in some activity. A pair of bloated slug looking humanoids stood on
one of the docks with a third figure between them. Keeping an eye on the trio
Jenere scanned the other docks sticking out.
Some humanoid creature with ten limbs, pale grey skin
grappled another figure in its grasp. It appeared to hold the figure hostage
from the way the other one struggled. Just six of limbs were all over its
hostage. Pleasures and needs often got mixed when urges go out of hand. What
ever it was it appeared to be violating a broad in peril. She struggled to get
free of this multi-legged mutation. Jenere motioned for his crews to dock at
the occupied ones as he drew his revolver. His best target were the violator’s
limbs. Going for the limbs proved difficult until they came closer to the dock.
Eight of his crewmates opened fire on the slugs that went down. One dropped on
its back and the other fell in the water. Third figure was released from her
captors and nightmare. A skiff full of his pirates approached her slowly.
Jenere took aim at the limbs and drew a second firearm.
With zero intentions of showing mercy he fired on the ten-limbed monster. He
took out three of the limbs that held it up. Stray bullets hit its side, and two
other limbs. A loud screech of pain emitted from this creatures lips. Its
hostage collapsed on the dock when it released her. His target limped around
the dock screaming in pain. Using his revolver, he followed its movement.
Jenere prepared to take the shot to end it when the victim sprang up on her
feet. She grabbed the closest object to her. Jenere and those on the same boat
watched the woman take her rage out on the ten-limbed creature. He could tell
from her uniform that she belonged to the Ruhonthran Civilian Volunteer
Paramilitary. Although she was not an official member of her nation’s armed
forces, she still acted as a combatant for defense. Beating the multi-limbed
creature to a pulp was no easy task. The Ruhonthran used a piece of metal to
strike down on the creature that was now crawling. His craft came up to her
while the rest disembarked quickly.
Thirty blows all over the body killed her assailant-captor. Blood was
splattered all over the dock and her. It added more to what was already there.
Here weapon of choice dripped with blood. Oblivious to their presence she flung
her weapon at them. It flew above their heads splashing in the water behind
them. None of his party members found it humorous. Most of them wanted to shoot
her, but held back. Jenere looked over to see the rest docking.
“Hold up wait for my order!” Jenere commanded with his eye on the
Ruhonthran. “Excuse me miss, hello! Would you like to get off the monster
infested ship?”
His voice caught her attention. This woman dove for the skiff right as it
docked. She landed on the skiff pushing against the crew. To them it was
obvious what she wanted mos. A way to get off this Barge Fortress. She wanted
out and they wanted in. Jenere motioned for his party to disembark. Ignoring
the Ruhonthran they stepped on the retractable dock. As Captain he had full
command over the crewmates during combat, and missions. Those who already
disembarked at the other docks formed defensive formations. After fighting the
Gantronese, their allies, and experiments his own crew were ready. Fully aware
of the Ruhonthran’s eagerness to get off Jenere ordered for two crewmates to go
with her.
“Saggi, Gilmark take this Ruhonthran to the ship. Who are you miss?” He had
to ask for her identity. Jenere did not like meeting people without knowing
their names.
“Valinna Eogav-Pattris, Lieutenant of RCVP U-boat 017 Barracuda Class…I…I
b-believe two out of one hundred and sixty-one survived. We had m-just get me
OUT!” Lieutenant Eogav-Pattris explained to him. Jenere stepped off the skiff
leaving the Ruhonthran under the care of the two pirates he summoned. Taking
nothing from the woman he prepared to go in with two less pirates.
“Go join your Captain, I will take these three back to Kezef. Go on.” A
familiar voice urged them. He turned around to see Onna on a rescue boat with
two other passengers.
“What happened to her?” he asked Onna pointing at the woman he did not
recognize. A Lybresan female holding her arm in a sling had the rank of Able
Crewmate sat next to Onna and the other Ruhonthran they saved.
“She was nearly dragged under while trying to avoid you.” Onna said not
even looking at him in the face. He would be taken aback if this woman was not
in danger.
“Get them to Kezef quickly. I don’t know how many of those monsters are
there.” Jenere told Onna, hoping she would be on her way now.
He turned around to focus on the occupants of this large vessel. His
boarding parties kept their flashlights on the walls, water, blood covered
docks, and some gangways. Jenere looked at the corpses in search of the source
behind these corpses’ fates. His gaze followed some corpses set up in a pattern
joined by puncture holes in the metal surface. Using his own eyes, he followed
a trail of these puncture holes. More bodies decorated the walls. Their allies
were not the only ones pinned to the walls. Gantronese, those aquatic humanoids
they fought and a few other races. One race among the corpses was a humanoid
with an octopus head. It did not have tentacles just an elongated octopus head
like crest in the back. Another figure nailed to the wall was a person with
tentacles rather than legs.
A Cecaelia (Octopoid) was the name of one of these humanoids. Jenere heard
of them while hiding in Kilscar Orvain before the Gantronese took over. He
counted more than six of these and spied one being nibbled at the arm. Some six-legged
insect creature was feasting. This creature had a salamander torso, lizard
head, large bug eyes, a bull mouth with pincers, and sharp teeth. Not sure what
this thing was, Jenere watched it tear flesh with its pincers. Its legs
appeared very arachnid in appearance. Each leg dug into the metal latching on.
This thing had some mutation that allowed detaching long tips of the legs, and
grew back. He could see each tip that detached acted like a spike pinning the
corpses down.
“Crewmate Cliff the handsome Orc, hand me your rifle.” Jenere requested.
“My old rotting Folteri 2 bolt action rifle? Captain, how many good targets
do you see up there?” Cliff asked him politely.
“One so far.” Jenere answered the Orc who then gave him the rifle.
“Whatever it is I believe that is responsible for placing those poor souls
on the walls.” Jenere took aim at the salamander-spider looking mutation.
Squeezing the trigger, he fired a round into his target. He hit the torso this
creature fell to the bottom platform. The impact of its body landing made that
smacking sound when something hits metal. Jenere expected more to show up or
reveal themselves. He kept an eye out for more of these mutations. All members
of his crew watched the walls, water, platforms, and any doorways. As the
silence filled the atmosphere again at the docks Jenere spotted more these
mutations. Eight multi-legged mutations stalking a lone winged creature.
Taking his time, the Pirate Captain shot each stalking mutation. One by one
they fell off the walls and ceiling. Some fell in the water while the rest on
the platforms onto something else on the platforms. He scanned the rest of the
dock, which appeared more like a U-boat dock. Looking up at the ceiling he
discovered more creatures.
“Men go towards any doors you see. Keep your eyes focused on your
surroundings.” Jenere ordered his crew.
In groups of five or six his boarding parties made their way to the
platform parts. Each member kept an eye out for any signs of more mutations.
Jenere handed Cliff’s rifle back to him. He stood by Cliff’s side while he
focused on the winged figure. They seemed to be struggling with some other
winged figure. Squinting his eyes to focus he saw the winged figure pull on the
spikes. Whatever the other winged thing was there were more of its kind. Both
winged figures wrestled against the other on the wall.
“Cliff do the honors and dispose-.” Jenere ordered, but got cut off by a
surprising event. One of the winged creatures, a female, drew some weapon and
stabbed her assailant. It fell off her splashing into the water. Whoever she
was she had three more foes to worry about.
“Take care of those three! Then stay here and watch for any more mutations
lurking around.” He ordered the Orc. “I need two more men to stay put!”
Two more members of the main boarding party broke away from their own
groups. Both passed him, eying the scenery. He ignored their looks and joined
four crew members at the end of the dock. Cliff’s bolt action rifle fired
several more times followed by a series of splashes in the water. As he went
over to them it became clear to him what happened here.
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