Disclaimer: I don't own Homestuck.
John woke up with three gold points pressing into his chest. He had no idea how he had gotten to this point and almost had started to flip th- holy shit that hurt. So much for standing up… a young woman stood over him, holding a golden double trident- a 2x3dent?- and two fake golden horns poking out through a fuchsia bandanna. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as she straightened up to speak, never taking her trident completely off his chest.
"hey everyone, windy buoy's up"…was that a fish pun? Before John could do anything, other voices from somewhere else on the-…ship? How did he get on a ship?-chimed in.
",,,I still don't,,, uh, see why you need another,,, uh,,,-" a boy's voice started to stutter out a complaint before someone else interrupted condescendingly.
"Oh come oooooooon, tavros" the girl's voice drawled out, a smirk obvious in her tone, "you can't do anything harder than shuffling Aranea's papers."
"You did what with my stories?"
"Please, they were so booooooooring"
"The intricate social structure and fascinating romance laws of-"
"Aranea, nomoby glubbin cares"
With a bit of shuffling, three others gathered around John, who honestly felt really awkward forced to lay there while everyone else was standing. After what he assumed was a harsh glance from one of the newcomers, the fish-pun girl took her trident off of him, grumbling. John pulled himself to his feet and finally got a good look at everyone. Everyone seemed fairly tan from time spent in the sun, but only two of them- were they sisters?- looked as if that was their natural skin color. They both had glossy dark hair that fell in messy waves and curls as well as similarly colored and patterned outfits. One was wearing a huge black hat that hid her face, and for whatever reason, John couldn't escape the feeling that he knew these people.
To their right stood a fidgeting boy, who looked incredibly nervous and even more so resentful. His faded green tunic and leggings were at odds with the oversized Viking helmet pulled over his mohawk. It was a wonder that the two huge bull horns attached to its sides hadn't caused the poor guy to fall over yet, especially considering the wooden leg braces he seemed to rely on.
Surprisingly, John noticed the girl who had originally held him captive last, and even a glimpse at her left him baffled on how so many shiny objects could go unnoticed. He squinted, blind from the sun's glare on numerous gold piercings and other adornments. He counted at least fi-six-no, seven rings and studs just on her face. On top of that, her trident, and weird horn-shaped-crown-thing (he honestly had no idea what to call that), she had bangles everywhere that made an obnoxious clinking noise at any large movement.
Yep. John was thoroughly weirded out by these people.
A wave hit the boat, reminding him of where he was. "So are you guys like pirates or something?" his normally chipper voice is only slightly shaky, and he offhandedly regrets that such an admirable effort didn't affect his prankster's gambit in any way.
The girl wearing the hat flips her hair (why did that gesture feel so familiar?) and smirks, drawing attention to her blue-painted lips. "Of course we are" her smirk grows, and she bares her teeth slightly, "when it comes to pirates, we're simply the best there is"
That voice. He knew that voice, almost as well as he knew the joke the stranger(?) had just made. It was an inside joke, one he hadn't heard since before his sister had been kidnapped, but this couldn't be the same person, right?
His face must have shown signs of this particular inner monologue, because the girl's smirk grew into a full, knowing grin. She pulled her hat off, revealing blue painted eyes. One of them had seven pupils.
Vriska?
"Hey John, remem8er me?"
Well, sorry for the short chapter. I'll be posting another one really soon, and that one should be longer. This is my first time posting a fic on here, so I'd really like to hear what everyone thinks about this.