Hello again, it's me with another chapter. Hope you enjoy this one, and be sure to stay safe!
Weiss's long-suffering sigh punctuated the air. She was getting annoyed, after leaning in the same spot for hours Weiss's legs had lost what stimulation she had provided them. While she had walked Weiss put small amounts of pressure on both casts, the exertion in their state was more than enough stimulation to keep the muscle mass stimulated.
However, Weiss also knew that too much muscle stimulation would be bad. So Weiss only did it when she felt her muscles going numb with disuse and pain. That was another thing the pain hadn't seemed to stop, her calf and thigh and hamstring muscles all seemed cramped. Weiss decided to ask the only other person even remotely close to her, about what they would do about it.
Weiss putting pressure on one crutch, reached forward with the other and mercilessly jabbed Arthur in the side. Arthur spun around pickaxe in hand, when he saw that it was just Weiss he said, "What? I'm going as fast as I can, and with the fact if I don't get to the House soon, I'll drift off."
Weiss's eyes widened at this and she shook her head. Not because she was worried about Arthur, she just didn't want to be left alone. While not understanding what Arthur meant when he said 'drift off' she decided to give him 10 more minutes.
Which was a bit excess since he broke through the rock into a dimly lilt chamber only 3 minutes later, "Someone is coming! Good. They'll be able to take this infernal device from my hands, I never liked it anyway; it has it's uses, but ever since I learned how it was made to cut through this Hell stone, well it gives me the creeps." Arthur announced.
Weiss listened closely she couldn't hear anyone, perhaps she had been listening too hard because a voice nearly scared the living daylights out of her, "Hullo, Arthur. I'd be nice to see ye again, ow goes the serchin'?"
'Is that a pirate? Really? I'm at my weakest point and who do I meet, a notorious woman mongering scoundrel pirate. Just my luck.' Weiss thought to her self, and grudgingly pushed passed Arthur, who hadn't said anything, to get a look at this new curious sounding stranger.
A man stood before her, Weiss could have guessed by the gravely sound of the voice. Although Weiss had actually seen literal in-the-flesh female pirates, on top of that she had also heard the female pirate talk. It sounded very similar to the voice of the man who was currently speaking to her.
"Oh hullo yung lass. Wad are ye doin' down 'ere?" The gruff sounding salty looking pirate asked.
Arthur stepped in, which was totally unnecessary in the Heiresses opinion. The pirate wasn't bad looking, and he had a mad glint behind his eye, that spoke of more genuine genius thought than insanity patters.
"I need to get to the Slave House to recharge. Get out of my way, the girl was just following me." Arthur walked on, and said over his shoulder to no one in particular, "The only reason I didn't dump her is because I didn't want to be responsible for her, since I had been the last person to see her…alive."
'Awww. How sweet, he's actually worried about the fact if I'm dead or not. Huh, what an ass.' Weiss thought darkly on the inside, while on the outside she was supposed to be perceived as calm and pristine, but the Pirate was looking at her in a different way. Weiss got a nervous feeling, and wanted desperately to avoid the seaman's gaze.
"How can you be considered a seaman, I pirate I mean. Not even seeing any water or ship too sail on? You call yourself a pirate?"
"Okay first of all lass, that voice of yours is beyond fucking creepy. Second I'm not your typical pirate. I'm what is left of a pirate of the year 1600." The man said, "I'm a Slave Pirate."
"What's wrong with my voice?" Weiss intoned heavily with malice.
"You sound like an avenging spirit that's all. I've never heard a ghost so angry before, I mean not only to you sound like a demented poltergeist you also don't seem too happy that I'm here." The Slave Pirate said.
"So your saying I'm supposed to be possessed by and angry devil spirit," SP began to protest but Weiss held up a hand, "but the spirit only succeeded in giving me its voice? Strange, highly disturbing, but also intriguing."
"Oh don't tell meh," SP said, "you're supposed to become the head of a big business? Something to do with the government?"
Weiss's eyes sparkled with mysterious glee and she nodded. "You got that right, now to answer an unanswered question. Why do you still call yourself a pirate?"
The question hung for a few seconds in the air, right before SP snatched it up and answered it. "I still sail a ship, and I do still sail it across a great expanse. Granted the boat's not made of wood, and the expanse isn't water."
"What do you sail this 'ship' across?" Weiss asked, still projecting thanks to some poor spirit somehow trapped inside her voice box.
"The Slave House of course, it's not really a house as I'm sure your thinking it is, at least not in the traditional sense."
"Why would you know what the 'traditional sense' looks like, or even is?" Weiss asked still trying to wrap her head around the events before her horrifying dream. In the dream Weiss was right at the moment where she was about to get married to her worst nightmare. This person was personally responsible for giving Weiss the scar that pained her face on regular occasion.
"Come," SP said, "I'll show you to my ship, and then you can behold the Slave House."
And behold it she did, Weiss was amazed and marveled at not only the size but also the number of people floating adrift in the green air. The green air turned out to have several layers the top layer looked thin and didn't contain much in the way of breathing, it also extended indefinitely and Weiss couldn't see the end.
"If you'll look down you'll notice that the people are swimming through what I call the odd below dangerous layer. It's exactly what it sounds like, an odd layer that chooses who to hold on to and let them move semi freely, and who to just drop upwards and let fly into the abyss." SP said with a chuckle when he looked at Weiss's horrified face, "Yeah lass, the abyss is above us, not below us."
"Why is this infernal place in hell called the Slave House?" Weiss asked tensely, afraid of the answer.
"Why it's where all the Slaves of the underworld live of course! And look you're the guest of honor, he's been waiting for your arrival."