A/N: I decided my hand at some homestuck fanfiction! With a little push from WhovianNightFury13, who requested me to do a JohnVris fanfiction, here it is!

She was known for flare while on-the-job. And that's exactly what she would show this time around as she narrowed her eye at the fleeing bow of the royal galleon.

Hat and overcoat waving in the wind, Vriska yelled out."Open up every damn sail we have! My ship isn't known to be the fastest in the sea for nothing! Now get moving you grubfuckers!" She barked her orders against the wind to her crew. The low blooded crewmates scurried across the maindeck like a cluster of confused insects. With the help of her mind control, she wrangled the deck hands into action.

Her left shoulder ached, as it does when she went after ships as intimidating as this galleon. Her nerves were flame with nervousness and adrenaline as they always were when she did her raids, but her cool and collected exterior did not show any sign.

She fingered the Fluorite Octet in her overcoat pocket. In a regular raid, she would have no hesitation in rolling the dice and watching whatever fate came to the target. But this task was far too important for her to risk completely destroying the galleon. On that ship lay the key to everything she wanted. Or, in theory at least.

Said ship was owned by the Heir to the Skaian throne. But it wasn't the Heir she was interested in. It was something more valuable than the Heir to the throne. It was something he came to bear. A stone more precious than rubies or diamonds or sapphires. However, there was just one problem. It is rumoured to not even exist. But if it did, there was no doubt it was located on that ship.

"We want to disable this ship! I want to take this ship and board it! You got that, you group of wriggling cuddlefish!" Several trolls ran under the deck onto the gun deck, preparing the cannons, and the rest grabbed their weapons and waited by the side closest to their target. As her own ship slowly pulled parallel to the galleon, she glanced once at the gold letters on the side of the sky blue hull. The Beta it was called.

A ship like that named for a measly goldfish? A little confused at the odd name, she shrugged it off and focused on more important things, such as the opening gunports along the side of it. Despite the intimidating number of cannons pointed at her, she smirked. Even though they had more cannons, hers were more powerful. Within seconds of pulling up, neck-and-neck with the neighbouring ship, she called her order.

Her ship rocked with the blast of cannon fire from her own guns and the shells of her foe's. Splinters of lacquered wood were sent into the ocean from both ships as they were each wrought with holes. She, however, did not budge from her position next to the wheel, used to the rocking and shudders of her ship under fire. She took a glance as a couple of her crew went over board into the dark, shrapnel filled water. If they had any sense they would climb back onto the ship on their own, she didn't worry about them.

A moment of silence passed from the royal ship as they had to reload their cannons, but that gave her a chance to decapitate it. Without a moment to loose, her triple cannons fired their second shots. The mainmast of the galleon was splintered by her cannon fire, and the mast slowly leaned to the front of the galleon, taking down the foremast as it collapsed. The sound of wood cracking and the yells of the royal crew filling the air.

Drawing her sword, she deemed this the perfect time to move in. As her ship pulled in close to the incapacitated blue vessel, she pointed her deep blue blade at her target, and leading her crew in a loud roar, swung onto the broken ship.

As her feet touched the cracked deck of the enemy ship, she was instantly locked in a fight with a burly looking man. He was strong, but slow. After parrying him several times, backing him up against the fallen mainmast, she got the upper hand and sliced into his side. She left him slumped and bleeding on the deck as she weaved through the chaos of weapons clashing on weapons. It was surprisingly not difficult to reach the doors to the captain's cabin. It was a little odd it was that easy, but she didn't dwell on it as she slipped inside.

It was bright inside the cabin. Light streamed in from a skylight, as well as the expansive window located on the far wall. Rich materials made up the interior design; silks, velvets, and leather as well as a burgundy coloured wood. What caught her eye, however, was the figure of a person sitting in an overly fluffy chair. Flashing a toothy smile, she pointed her sword at the figure. "I am taking you and this ship. If you even think about resisting, I won't hesitate to cut off your arms to make this easier for all of us."

The silhouette turned slowly to face her. Now in the light, she could see him properly. He was wearing various shades of blue, from pale sky, to deep ocean. His long tailed waistcoat and dress pants were accented with gold and white. A deep blue cowl rested on his shoulders and trailed down to the back of his knees. He had an air of dignity as he stood from his chair. "I expected you would come to-" As he took a step forward, his left leg failed to make it into his stride, the laces of his tall officers boots caught under his right foot, and he fell forward onto the floor.

He continued to lay there. Narrowing her eye, Vriska looked at him confusedly. Is he some kind of idiot or something?

Groaning, either in embarrassment or pain - Maybe a little bit of both? - he raised himself up on his elbows. "So much for trying to look cool I guess." He mumbled out, looking up at the still confused pirate with her sword pointed at him.

"Are you seriously the Heir?" She was having a hard time believing this clumsy human was Heir to the throne of Skaia.

He was silent a moment, obviously taking her in and thinking. "Would you let us go if I said I wasn't, Ms. Pirate?"

"My name is not Ms. Pirate." She growled out. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of me, Heir. My name is Spinneret Mindfang." Pirate code name, anyway...

"So that's your real name?"

"Yes." No.

"That's literally what your mom calls you? Spinneret Mindfang?"

"We're kinda getting off topic here, Heir." She snidely answered.

"I have a name too you know, and it's not Heir. It's John Egbert." He brushed off his blue uniform and readjusted the glasses resting on his face. He smiled before offering a hand forward.

This gesture was unknown to her, and her eye flickered between his hand and his face, but her sword did not waver. Not until the door behind her blasted open.

"Sir John, the pirates-" The newcomer froze, and Vriska whipped around to see who exactly it was who was interrupting her. In the time it took for her to raise her weapon again, the stubby horned troll pulled a scythe and pistol from his waistband. In another second, Vriska pulled the eight dice which had rested in her pocket and held them out.

"Don't even think about shooting me, stubby." Vriska narrowed her eye at the raggedy-looking troll. He was wearing a simple grey and black uniform. But based on the intricate design of his uniform, he was not an ordinary crew member.

"Why shouldn't I?" He also narrowed his eyes at her. His gaze flicked up and down, sizing her up.

"Because if you do, I drop these dice. You may not know, but these dice are actually a weapon. When they are rolled, based on the numbers they roll on, this ship could either safely sail away, or everyone in a couple mile radius could perish in fire." To make her emphasis, she held the dice open in her palm, out for him to see.

"You're bluffing. Sir, she's bluffing." Vriska took a quick glance over at John, who was clearly nervous, sweat beads glistened in the light along his hairline.

"Would I be? If stubby decided to shoot me, I would have nothing to lose if I dropped these dice and you all were destroyed. The chances are already stacked against your favour. Perhaps you're lucky." She glared back at the grey soldier. "Perhaps you aren't."

"That's not fair at all." John took another step towards her as he said that, but she turned her sword point back to him.

She let out a single laugh. "Pirate."

After a few tense seconds passed, John visibly slumped. "Karkat, stand down. We can't win this one."

"But Sir-"

"I will not risk the safety of everyone on this ship. Now stand down." Karkat didn't obey right away, but he obliged John's command and dropped the pistol and scythe to the floor.

"Smart move, Glasses." Vriska too put the Fluorite Octet back into her pocket, but she kept her sword out as she herded her two captives out onto the deck with the rest of the subdued crew.