Pickles babbled to himself in a corner; a silver ring hung from a chain around his small fluffy neck which he was curiously turning between his fingers. The sea air was not doing him much good and the mermaids were still stuck in his head. 'I must have been the luckiest Capuchin alive...' his mind wandered.
Then, as if a sea ghostie ran square into the ship, his captain and master burst through the door; a bottle of rum swung roughly on its string. Creatrix shouted a few commands to the crew outside before slamming the door to the captain's cabin shut. Irritated with his captain's drunken state, Pickles curled his tail around his chair and huffed loudly.
"What's your story, sour-puss?" Creatrix glared at her 'faithful' monkey. "just because the doctor in Solis said you can't have booze on the ship doesn't mean you can't have when we get to the tavern in Crowns." her short cut hair was a mess after having a squabble with her second in command. Pickles chirped to himself softly; at least the creepy flying cat-bat drowned in Austera.
One more day at sea... Just one and they would be back on land on the Nuian continent and very far away from the cats and demons.
"Cap'n! Cap'n!" a random crew member burst into the cabin, almost freaking out. His eyes, already bulged as they were, nearly dropped out their sockets as Creatrix's bottle of rum shattered on the wall next to his face. He went pale and nearly backed out the cabin before remembering what he was there for. "Cap'n there's someone on a dingy-boat just off starboard." the crewman ran from the cabin.
Growling slightly, Creatrix stormed from the cabin with Pickles on her tail. Outside, the crewmembers and second in command were scurrying about, trying to lift the dingy-boat onto the warship. Creatrix grabbed the first poor soul to run in front of her and booted him in the backside, sending him flying towards the others who were pulling the ropes to hoist the boat up.
"That was mighty nasty, don't you think, 'your highness'." the second in command chirped behind Creatrix.
Her eye twitched as she turned to Wolf. "Want me to beat your ass again, mutt?" Pickles interrupted the possible blood spatter with a baleful cry, the crewmen tugged one last time and hauled the small boat onto the warship. Tired and drunk, the men fell down on their behinds, breathing heavily.
Forgetting about her irritation, Creatrix walked slowly towards the small boat, her eyes fixed on the figure in the boat. Of all people to get their asses stranded in the Castaway Strait... "MOONDOG!" Creatrix barked; scaring not only Pickles, but also ensuring that half the crewmen nearly flew overboard.
But this is only half of the story. Creatrix used to be a rookie in the Nuian guard, and this story is about her finding her calling from the start of her incredible journey after falling through a portal and falling into a random house in Solzreed.
And I'm a cow so you will have to kind of wait for the first chapter. :P