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I have made the decision to cut off my fanfiction from this site due to ideological differences with site management. I believe that fan-works should be free, which means not only free monetarily, but also free of restrictions such as this site's ban on chat-fics (virtually ruining the Homestuck fandom), second-person point of view stores (it's...a POV...really), and, of course, adult materials, among other things.

I understand that this may upset some readers, but I ask that you respect my decision about how to manage my creative works. They still exist, un-altered, on another site.

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Fan-girling with you all,

Kit

Chapter 1: 15 April 1912, 02:05

LEPMarine wasn't allowed to surface much, these days. Not like when she had first signed on as a medic, patrolling the same seas as William Kidd, Bartholomew Roberts, Edward Teach, and John Rackham. That had been an exciting era, even if she never met the scoundrels. For the most part, LEPMarine monitored the People's fishing practices and escorted pods of whales around human death ships. They couldn't save every one of the large mammals, of course, but many a calf was kept alive to further the species.

The People had long since mastered submarine travel, which they used to disappear when the more observant of Mud Man vessels noticed their presence. On those nights, warlocks specializing in illusions would throw up the image of black ships with tattered sails surrounded by a sea of mist. Then, when their own lookouts reported that the spyglass was being transferred from one human crew member to another, the fairy vessel would sink soundlessly beneath the waves. Sprites, elves, gnomes, and pixies would then converge around the speakers, which picked up the goings-on from the other crew, giggling madly as the opposing captain reprimanded his sailors for drunkenness and lack of spirit as they railed on about ghost ships and curses.

Now, though, things had changed. The Mud Men, so long relegated to the earth and the waves, were beginning to delve underneath the latter, and there were fears they would soon attempt to conquer the former. They had their own (laughably primitive) submarine vessels, and development of sound-based navigation was likely to follow. There were rumors among the service of a young centaur who was already hard at work finding ways to outmaneuver the curious humans, but there were also whispers that the Council would soon give orders for the LEPMarine to slip forever into the depths, only guiding their aquatic charges from afar.

The doctor had been thrilled when the SPS Oberon had been told to surface, but the orders from LEPMarine Commander Arame had the crew on edge: "Surface at 41° 45' North, longitude 50° 15' West. Turn off all lights. Observe Mud Man vessel to northeast. Do not make contact, under any circumstances."

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