-My chapters are kind of short that way I can update more.-

Chapter 1 Getting to Constantinople

"Erkin! Don't vomit on my deck!" The grouchy captain of the small schooner yelled from the wheel. A small ginger with the name called out moaned in response as the seasickness whacked her stomach again and she doubled over, releasing whatever was left in her already empty body.

"Allah forbid I ever travel by ship again." She mumbled in disgust. The 4'8' Turkish ginger girl hated-no despised sailing. Actually just water in general. Except rain. Rain was good. Not wanting to piss off the prissy ship Captain anymore, Erkin lunged at the side railing in time to hurl over the side of the ship. Her tight bandages covering her cleavage were tight, so they would not fall and show their coverings to the world for she wore no shirt. She claimed it slowed her down when working. She tightened the bandages on her wrists that went up to her elbows, then the ones that wrapped from her ankles to her kneecaps. Her long silky black pants shuffled as she moved, and her bare feet ached from wood blisters. Erkin's glowing emerald green eyes watered as the salt swatted at them. Her long pigtails that swayed past her hips lapped at the water below her.

"Finally!" Another female griped, coming up behind the much smaller ginger. "Constantinople is in sight for once!" The taller female with the Russian accent moved a piece of her black hair away from her face as her ponytail swayed in time with Erkin's pigtails.

"Sure." The Turkish girl groaned, hurling again.

"You suck at sailing, Turkey." The Russian laughed, fixing the strap holding her axe to her back. Her short sword moved on her belt, next to her explosives. Erkin nodded.

"Shut up Match Box." The ginger barked, referring to the meaning of the Russian's name.

"Seraphima!" The raven haired female spat.

"Which means the one that burns." Erkin added. "Hence, Match Box." The ginger fixed her knife with her pistols and made sure the hatchet she owned was still near her shoulder on her back, within hands reach.

The ship pulled into a dock, and Erkin couldn't help but squeal, then throw herself over the side and land head first into the wood dock.

"Stupid fat bird." Seraphima complained as she stepped off the ship, flashing her bright violet eyes around their surroundings. "God forbid you use a walkway."

"Allah forbid you have a little mercy on the sick!" Erkin mumbled, standing. "And I'm not a TURKEY!"

"Would it kill you to stop your Allah crap?" Seraphima grumbled. Erkin decided to ignore her Christian friend.

"Next time we walk." The ginger huffed, and began walking towards the city, followed by a laughing Russian.

"Walk where? Across the ocean?! Have fun with that honey!"

"I'd be better than sailing!"