He walked the dusty road, down to the Sea,

And where he walked, People followed.

He saw the people that had trailed after him expecting a sermon.

And thus he spoke of a world where none went hungry,

Saying if only those with much shared with those who had little,

All may feast as one.

Gospels of the Signless, Miracles VI, Verse one.


Vriska Serket. Pirate. Privateer. Pissed Off.

The Blue Blood was Stuck on this Empire Forsaken island for the foreseeable future. You relax the mental manipulation for five seconds and suddenly you have a mutiny on your hands. Honestly.

So, yeah, she was trapped on this beach, tied to a tree... and the moons were setting fast.

Oh, and she was bleeding from a bullet wound to the leg... Fun times.


Nefrit Daayan stared out of the window at the commotion on the beach.

That... looked kinda like they where abandoning that girl... Well that's just rude. Honestly. No Manners, some people.

It looked like the moons where going down... Did those people really just intend to leave her for the sunlight? On an Island that, for all they knew, could hold no hope of survival?

No. Not on her Island. She wasn't going to let this girl burn or starve.

She didn't know this young woman, She may have done some horrific things... But no one deserved to die that way.