The

Forbidden Ship

Written by:

Dolly Lace

( DualVris. tumblr)

( OctopusDollCosplay. Instagram)

Dedicated to the people who find themselves hopeless at times, Remember you are not alone.

Chapter 1

Left 8ehind

"Wwhat the fuck is wwrong wwith you? You are gonna get yourself culled, Vvris," Eridan Ampora scoffed looking at his black mate before him.

It was a warm day in the middle of the sixth perigree and the two trolls met up on a dock looking out over the Alternian Ocean. Vriska Serket, who was now at the age of ten sweeps, was dressed in a black tank top and jeans, her long black hair tied back in a braid. Today, she was setting out on a mission to join the crew of her ancestor, Mindfang, so she could become a real pirate like she had always dreamed of. Eridan did not like this idea, frankly. Sure, she was his kismesis, but that didn't mean he didn't care about the crazy cerulean bitch.

"Eridan, I know what I am doing! I am the 8est and have the gr8est luck out of everyone!" she laughed with her hands on her hips.

"You are seriously goin' after her?" he sighed squeezing the bridge of his nose under his glasses in a fit of stress.

"Yes! I already said I was, Fishdick," she scoffed crossing her arms.

"That's fuckin stupid," he muttered rolling his eyes.

"Oh fuck you….." she scoffed.

"You already havve. Wwant me now?" he chuckled softly raising a suggestive eyebrow.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" she said with a cocky smirk.

"Yeah yeah… You wwill be careful right? I mean as your kismesis, I need you to not do any stupid shit. I need you to come back. You're my only quadrant…." he sighs.

"Awwwwwwww how sweet," she laughed.

"Pfft….You wwill come back, right?" he mumbled twiddling his fingers.

"Going to miss me?" she said with a smirk.

"Shut up" he hissed.

Vriska sighed and looked up at Eridan. She had an old tattered bag slung over her shoulder, it was fully packed. In her hand she held the journal of the Marquise, Mindfang. Many called her a demon of the seas, Vriska proudly called her, her Ancestor.

"I will be 8ack, Eridan. Who else is going to pail you out of h8?" she said with her classic snarky Vriska smirk.

"Wwho wwill pail you in general?" Eridan scoffed.

"Okay then. 8ye. Never see you again," she replied turning her back to the violet blood.

"Vvris, good luck. Okay? I can't havve you dyin' or nothin'," he groaned grabbing her shoulder.

She turned her head glancing over her shoulder at him. The cool sea breeze blew her hair around like spider's silk. Through her glasses she had a confident look in her asymmetrical eyes.

"Luck? I am a Serket remem8er? I'm all a8out luck!" she boasted.

She hopped down off the dock into a small boat that was floating in the water, it was only a small two seater fishing dingy with a motor. Vriska had borrowed it, and by borrow that means she stole it, for Serkets do not borrow anything and take what they believe is rightfully theirs. She pull started the small motor engine on the boat, getting the motor to whirl up with a small hum, and causing the water swirling around the spinning blades of the propeller to bubble.

Eridan chuckled at her, but it was a somber sort of chuckle. "Yeah I knoww, Vvris."

The violet blood didn't exactly like the idea of her leaving to go off on some sort of crazy ancestor hunt. Again, she was his kismesis but that didn't mean she couldn't be someone he cared about, and the thought of her getting hurt or dying made his fins droop slightly. He sighed softly as she drifted off into the sea, she was a soon fading black dot on the line where the deep blue met the sky's pink hue.

"Crazy bitch," he sighed to himself.

Ever since she was a small wriggler Vriska had wanted this. Ever since she got Mindfang's journal, she had a burning flame of passion that fuelled her actions. Being a pirate was the life she had always wanted, and being a pirate on Mindfang's ship made that dream even better. No laws, power, riches, independence, freedom…... It was perfect! Plus she always did love that big blue ocean, it was as blue as the blood that ran through her veins. When she was younger, she always found herself staring out at the sea, it helped her when she was dealing with troubles. It was a mystery and it held countless adventures, which brought joy to her heart. She knew the ocean was where she belong, and a small part of her believe she should have been a sea dweller, but that was just a small part, she didn't want to be like Eridan or Feferi.

Now at the age of ten sweeps her dream was finally coming into fruition. She just needed to find Mindfang and have her take Vriska into her web…. And why wouldn't she do that? She was her descendent, after all. The girl assumed Mindfang would probably be so happy to see that her descendant travelled such a long way to see her.

Vriska had tried her best to have her life to play out like Mindfang's, using what she read from the elder Serket's journal as reference. She even managed to get an Ampora for a kismesissitude, she figured that it was destiny for Amporas and Serkets to always be black. She was lucky enough to have that fool, Eridan, be in a black romance with her, he mainly agreed because he was desperate and he constantly visited her. He mainly stopped by to demand Vriska to build weaponry for him, but when she offered him a role in the quadrant, he thought why not get some "fun" out of the visits. He was more than happy to indulge and act out the more intimate parts of the journal. They generally had these role plays when they did their black rom flarping and pailing sessions; she would be dressed in her Mindfang cosplay and he dressed as Mindfang's kismesis and his ancestor, Dualscar.

Weeks passed and Vriska, unfortunately, had no luck in finding whom she was seeking. She stopped at small fishing and market villages and harbors, to ask locals if there had been any sightings of that great pirate woman or her ship. Again, no luck. Now this was becoming very un-Serket-like and Vriska was not thrilled by this at all. That was until one evening in the eighth week of her travels.

The girl had stopped at the measly little dockside of some floating harbor village, due to the need of supplies and rest. To be entirely honest, as much as she loved the seas, sleeping out on a shitty dingy that thrashed around in the waves like a feather in the wind was far from comfortable, and far from safe too. Some nights, she would find herself with wide eyes as she could hear the monstrous noises of enormous lusii swimming just below her vessel. Becoming a meal for some parental beast was not a part of her dream, and it would hopefully never will be either because she had already spent most of her life avoiding being eaten by her own horrific lusus. The last thing she needed was some gigantic lusus pulling her, and her small boat, down into the cold darkness of the depths, never to be seen again.

She was staying in a small inn that over looked the sea, she got a nice enough little room, it had a rope hammock, wooden desk, and a window with a view of the docks and sea. That evening as she was bedding down in her hammock she heard a loud boom of a cannon going off, followed by the destructive sounds of a building bursting into rubble and the screams of pedestrians. She quickly got up to the sounds of terror and grabbed her glasses off of the desk putting them on a bit groggy-like as she made her way to the window. She gazed out it, unamused at first before her eyes widened at the sight she saw.

A large pirate ship was stopped in the harbor, swarms of criminals were flooding out into the streets, terrorizing the locals and looting whatever building they saw. A sly fanged smile crossed Vriska's face, for she recognized that flag with the familiar and distinct eight pupil jolly roger as it blew about violently in the sea wind. The ship was just as familiar, it was familiar down to every detail written in twisted words composed of that cerulean blue ink she read off the yellow tinted pages of the aged journal. The one thing that was a dead ringer that this was in fact the ship she was looking for, was the silhouette of a tall ominous figure of a demon like woman standing on the bow.

She quickly pulled on her jeans, for she was only in her panties and her tank top, and grabbed her bag running out the door in urgency. Most of the pirate woman's cronies were too busy pillaging and raping to notice the young Serket girl running towards the ship. The demon woman looked down at the girl jumping down off the bow landing before her. There was a sharp click of metal as her heels hit the stone ground. She was about to unsheathe her cobalt blue steel sword and slice the girl where she stood before she got a good look the young girl causing her to smirk.

"Well well, fuck me in the key hole. Looks like me young wriggler found her way in me we8…" she cackled.

Her voice was dark and twisted in an enjoyable way, like the shrill hiss of the winds in a storm. She was shrouded in an armored dress of black and blue, and metal soled heeled boots that were the color of a mutant's candy blood. Her hair was untamed and wind whipped, from the hardships the sea bestowed upon it.

"Come on girl! Let us go!" she said with a wicked laugh as she patted Vriska on her shoulder.