Chapter One: Shipwrecked
"Pull the rigging!"
Captain yelled over the wind. He turned the ship to its starboard side and avoided an almost critically hit by a rock.
"Captain we won't make it!"
Odessa watched sailors scurry across the slippery deck. She had unfortunately found herself in the middle of a dangerous situation. Apparently the title of The Wounded Coast meant nothing to the Captain as he pushed his beloved "Adrastea" to full speed.
But she had no reason to worry over the ship's health for she is the one who con the Captain into porting at The Wounded Coast. Through for sure stupidity, Odessa made Captain Horace believe that landing on The Wounded Coast was his idea, a great idea of avoiding the guards of Kirkwall. Odessa, unfortunately for Captain Horace, never planned to complete the task.
She dove back under deck, sailors too busy to notice. These were no mere sailors, fisherman or common journeyman. They were slavers, fugitives, and smugglers.
Feet slammed above deck as she slid into the loading deck on the far in of the ship. There in the far corners of the ship were barrels of food and ale. Unbeknownst to the most of the ship's crew, there were a few barrels not so innocent. Smugglers had found a mysterious black powder that burn and exploded with a touch of fire. Odessa overheard the newest member of the smuggler group brag to a couple of slavers about the hidden cargo.
She grabbed one of the barrels and rolled it to the front of the pack. Odessa quietly stabbed a hole in the side and watched as the powder poured out like sand. Without a second to loose she cupped her hands under the wound and waited for her hand to fill.
The barrel was turned upright before she created a line from the barrels to the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs a smuggler (of course) had noticed her abnormal behavior. Suddenly realization sparked in his eyes as he saw the black powder trickle from Odessa's hand.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He yelled, finally grabbing her attention. She stilled for a brief moment before throwing the rest of the powder across the deck and grabbing her duffle on the side of the stairs. The smuggler started to run down start for her, "You stupid knife-ear bitch!"
Smuggler's feet stopped abruptly.
Odessa's hand sparked with a sharp blue light sending a shock straight to the line of destruction. The powder flashed white before it combusted into a bright orange flame. She pulled the duffle over her shoulder and slammed into the smuggler as she ran upstairs.
If she calculated correctly she had thirty seconds to get as far away from the ship as possible.
"Capt' the wind and tide are forcing us to a speed we can't control!"
The desperation in the first mate's voice didn't slow Odessa down as she headed to the starboard side. She grabbed the rope hanging above the side of the ship and lifted herself onto the edge. The sea was as blue as the sky, hard to tell where one began and the other ends. But she had no time to take in pleasantries.
"Odessa?"
The Captain called over the screaming and arguing sailors. Odessa peered at the captain, her eyes offering to same amount of mischievousness as her smile. And then she jump.