Hello all, this is now officially my third story that I will be posting, with this one being my first attempt at a crossover. Hopefully, new chapters will come out for each of my stories shortly. I say "hopefully" because I am going to start my new job next week (training for it at least) and I'm not sure how much writing time I'm going to have to write for my fanfics.

I've always been a fan of the Dishonored video game series as well as both the Avatar the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra series. I have continually wondered what would happen if I could make them a crossover, and this story here is my attempt at it, with here it being set in the LOK era, just after Book 4 in the series, and near the time of Dishonored 2.

I will make a few changes and alterations here as I've seen fit to make this story a bit more interesting. But will reveal them chapter by chapter when they appear.

Other than that, enjoy the first chapter of the story.

(Note: I do not own anything. This is purely for entertainment purposes only.)

As the reception for Varrick and Zhu Li's wedding continues, Korra takes some time away from it all to be by herself. After everything that had happened in the past few days, between fighting Kuvira, protecting Republic City, and trying to get ready for this wedding, Korra figured that she could use a breather. Now, finding herself alone, she stood at the top of the stairs on Air Temple Island, learning against the decorated gate as she looked out across the bay. Her eyes instantly found themselves looking to the new spirit portal that had opened in the city. So many thoughts were now flowing through her head. Much change was about to happen throughout the coming days. She didn't know how much change, but it would eventually come. And as the Avatar, she had to address such change. Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed Tenzin walking up to where she was. Once he stood beside her, Tenzin mentioned that "I spoke to President Raiko. Tomorrow, he's announcing a plan to expand the city, rather than rebuild downtown."

"I bet Aang never could have imagined there'd be a spirit portal right in the heart of Republic City," commented Korra as she looked back to said portal briefly.

"Korra, you've transformed the world more in a few years than most Avatars did during their lifetimes," noted Tenzin. And he was right. Since Korra showed up in Republic City four years ago, when she was only seventeen, she had already brought several changes throughout the world. That alone was more than most people would accomplish within their lifetimes.

"But I feel like I've only just begun," noted Korra before looking back to Tenzin, "There's so much more I want to learn and do."

Listening to that, Tenzin could only smile as he admitted to Korra "You don't know how happy I am to hear you so full of hope again."

"It's been a bit of a bumpy ride, huh?" joked Korra.

"I've come to realize life is one, big, bumpy ride," remarked Tenzin, noting the wisdom in Korra's words.

Pausing for a moment, Korra seemed to collect her thoughts before she admitted to Tenzin "I know I was in a pretty dark place after I was poisoned. But I finally understand why I had to go through all that. I needed to understand what true suffering was so I could be more compassionate to others, even to people like Kuvira."

Tenzin couldn't help but smile at her claim, putting a hand on Korra's shoulder as a sign of his support for her. It was then that Asami came up from behind, in her beautiful red dress, followed by Bolin and Mako. Tapping on Tenzin's shoulder to get his attention, she informed him "Excuse me Tenzin, Varrick is looking for you. Something about wanting to borrow a glider suit to fly off the tower?"

"That doesn't seem like a good idea!" cried an alarmed Tenzin, running off to make sure nothing disastrous happened, leaving the members of Team Avatar as they were once again back together.

"Wanna sit with me for a minute guys? I'm not ready to get back to the party just yet," asked Korra.

"Sure, I need a break from Wu right now anyway," mentioned Mako, agreeing with her. It seemed that the others agreed, as four of them sat together on these steps, with the boys seated at the top of the stairs and the girls further down.

Looking at her friends, Korra admitted to them "I don't think I ever really apologized."

"Huh, apologized for what?" asked a curious Bolin.

"For being gone all that time. For not coming back sooner," said Korra in a solemn tone, turning away from her friends and looking down with an expression of shame upon her face.

"Hey, it's not your fault. I don't think any of us would have felt any better were we in your shoes," comforted Mako.

"Mako's right Korra. Besides, I've pretty much made the bigger mistake here by helping Kuvira. So…in a sense, I'm the one who has to apologize,"

"You have. Over, and over, and over again," deadpanned Mako, earning him a look from Bolin that caused Asami to chuckle a bit.

Regaining herself from her laugh, she looked at Korra and admitted emotionally "You don't need to apologize for anything. I'm just so happy you're here now. I don't think I could have handled losing you and my father in the same day."

It was then that the four of them grew rather silent. They had forgotten for a moment that Hiroshi Sato had been killed during the battle against Kuvira. Although he was originally an enemy of theirs from four years ago during the Equalist crisis, they had to admit that he for a brief time managed to redeem himself. He chose to help them in the fight, and he sacrificed himself to save them and Asami (with the latter to avoid being smashed by the massive mech's hand). With that, the trio huddled around Asami, enveloping her in a group hug to show their support.

"I am so sorry for what happened," said Korra as she and the brothers let go of Asami.

"Same. Your dad may have had his faults, but he didn't deserve this," noted Mako.

Asami merely wiped a tear from her eye as she replied "Thank you. I'm just glad I was able to forgive him."

"So, what now? Do we head back to the dance floor? Because to be honest, I'm a little tired from all of that dancing," asked Bolin, wondering what they'll do next.

"Honestly, after everything that's happened the past few months, I could use a vacation," stated Asami.

Almost immediately, Korra's face seemed to light up as a thought came to her head due to Asami's comment. Looking at her friends, she smiles and suggested "Let's do it! Let's go on a vacation, just the four of us."

"You're serious?" asked Mako, raising an eyebrow in skepticism.

"Yeah. Anywhere you guys want to go?" replied Korra.

Asami seemed to think about it for a moment before saying "I've always wanted to see what the Spirit World's like."

"Oh, sweet! I'm in!" enthusiastically added Bolin, with Mako merely giving a silent nod to signal he was in as well.

Korra could merely smile as she thought of the prospect of this. No bad guys. No crisis for her to solve. Just a couple of weeks of peace with her friends in the spirit world.

"Sounds perfect," she stated bluntly.

Later that Night
Dunwall, Gristol
Empire of the Isles

Dunwall was a different place in the night. Much of the city was deserted with the honest and hardworking people going home for the night. Those that remained were the bars and underground joints where one would find the more seedy members of the Imperial capital: drunkards, prostitutes, gangsters, as well as the occasional Outsider cultist. To keep them all in check and try to keep the peace, the City Watch deployed their patrols and some Overseers of the Abbey took place (to the reluctance of the watch).

But it was in these dark and dreary alleys or hideouts that the criminal element came into play. With most people off the streets, it allowed them to carry out the actions and secret deals without worrying about too many witnesses. These acts went from simple burglary to more heinous acts of murder or exchanges of drugs and weapons. And while the City Watch worked to try and rein in such activities, even they could not prevent all of them from occurring. And there would always be a few smart criminals who knew how to avoid the City Watch patrols. Tonight, something big was about to go down. And it was clear as several carriages raced down the cobblestone streets, each one filled with armed men. Onlookers that bore witness to this watched them race by with intrigue and puzzled looks, wondering what this was all about and what it all meant. No one did seem to know why these carriages were racing out at this time of night.

But one person did.

In another area of the city, nearby at least, an individual was moving through the streets of Drapers Ward. Making sure that he avoided people, he maneuvered through the various alleys and streets as the usual nightlife of Dunwall was happening around him. He wasn't interested in any of this, as he had a mission of his own to take care of. Stopping for a moment under a lit lamppost to get his bearings, to make sure he was heading where he was supposed to. With the light illuminating him, one was able to get a good look at the individual in question.

He was a young man of twenty-one years of age, with an average build. He had a fair complexion with grey-colored eyes and short brown hair. For his attire, he wore a brown leather jacket over a simple grey shirt. He wore a pair of jeans that were held in place by a black belt, along with wearing a pair of brown boots. To finish it off, he had a satchel which he had slung over his shoulder, a pair of black fingerless gloves, and finally, a grey-colored newsboy cap.

So aside from his physical features, his attire allowed him to not draw too much attention to himself. And his weapons that he had for protection didn't draw much attention either. Attached to his belt was a holstered Webley revolver on the right side of his belt and a sheathed sword on the left side. Both were common enough weapons within the Empire, used by commoners and criminals alike.

But being unnoticed wasn't the young man's role tonight. He was trying to get somewhere. Somewhere pointed out by associates of his. Standing in the light, he took a look at his surroundings. Drapers Ward was a usually clean district, with much less dirt and grime compared to other, lower class, districts. But that didn't mean that it didn't have its bit of secrets. And soon, the young man eyes the particular alley he was supposed to go to. One that held a secret of its own.

Crossing the street, the young man entered the alleyway and made it to the end, where there seemed to be some kind of sealed hatch near the end, which itself was illuminated by the night sky, making it visible despite the lack of any nearby lights. Heading over to the hatch, he grabbed the hatch wheel and began turning it. Due to the rust, it took him a few tries before he managed to get it moving. Once it was done, the hatch lurched upward a bit. A design trait to show that it was open. With that, the young man grabbed the hatch and pulled it open. Once done, he climbed down the hatch, pulling it back down behind him.

Soon, the young man found himself in the Dunwall sewers, the large and elaborate system of tunnels, pipes, rooms, and other passageways that existed throughout the underground of Dunwall itself. If one could get over the smell of the water and other refuse down here, these tunnels could be quite useful in having a discrete base of operations. These places could help keep any illicit business away from any prying eyes. Though it was hard to ever use the whole system, given it was so large, and few gangs ever ended up fighting over turf down here…or ever came down here at all since the Rat Plague all those years ago. Now, they mainly avoided this part of the city like it was almost cursed. Criminals weren't often considered to be overly supernatural. But given the events of what happened during the plague, it was understandable for them. But there were still those who were brave enough to do business down here, though only a few gangs did that. Though normally it would be hard to see in any area below ground, the light was abundant around to make the passages visible. Between the lights placed along the walls, as well the moonlight coming down through the holes of the manholes and grates, it allowed these passages enough light that someone would at least not be proverbially "wandering through the dark".

Knowing precisely where to go from here, the young man then darted down the tunnels, taking several different passages only the way to make it to his destination. After about ten minutes of wandering, he found the room he was looking for.

It appeared to be a larger section of the sewers, with it appearing to be some kind of long-forgotten crypt. It was divided into two floors, with the bottom being both large and much more open and spacious, aside from a few stone coffins scattered around the floor. There were only a few ways into the room which limited the escape routes for anyone who want a way out. Also, there was a heightened section of the floor where a kind of large pedestal was placed. The second floor was a large stone balcony that hugged three walls of the room (though was collapsed on about two sides). The remaining part of the balcony was being held up by the few stone pillars that remained.

Hunkering behind the remains of the stone railing to hide, the young man peered through the holes in the ruined wall to see what, or in this case who was inside. On the bottom floor, there was a group of men and women whom he recognized as belonging to the Hatters. The Hatters were one of the oldest and largest gangs in Dunwall, and Drapers Ward was their turf. They were recognizable as they all wore their signature hats (a top hat for the man and a bowler for the women) along with a shirt and bracers. And it was this that allowed the young man to recognize them instantly. And it seemed like they had something with them. Lying around were several sealed and stacked crates. Best guess, these guys were either guarding them as this place was a stash for them, or they were going to do a deal with someone. And the young man hoped that they hadn't noticed him yet.

Unfortunately, it seems that he was wrong.

Sneaking up behind the young man was a member of the Hatters. Somehow, he must have seen the young man snooping around, likely when he was on patrol to look for anyone snooping around the meeting. And he decided to deal with this spy here and now. Slowly moving forward, careful not to make a sound, the Hatter reached to the cleaver tied to his belt. Taking it by the handle, he slowly raised his weapon, intent on driving the blade right into the man's back. But just as he was about to do so, a figure appeared from behind the Hatter. With one swift move, he disarmed the Hatter and wrapped his left arm around his neck and his right hand over the Hatter's mouth. And not a moment later, he pulled him back into an entryway to hide him from the other Hatters.

The young man however noticed this and followed. Looking at the mysterious man who held the struggling Hatter, he gave a smile as he joked "You still move fast in your old age don't you Corvo?"

Corvo Attano, the Lord Protector and Royal Spymaster of the Imperial Court, initially said nothing as he continued to hold the Hatter, who was quickly becoming unconscious. Once so, Corvo released him, letting the unconscious gangster fall to the ground like a limp noodle. Once that was done with, he adjusted his jacket before looking at the young man, replying "Heh. I'm not that old, Aaron."

"You're older than I am, and that means something," mentioned Aaron before adding "It's good to work with you. Reminds me of the old days."

"Surprised that you have fond memories of the plague," noted Corvo.

Aaron simply shrugged, saying "Once you take away the rats, the death, and all the other bad stuff, there are some pretty good memories. You bring any backup?"

Corvo gestured for him to follow, which Aaron did as the two went down the hall to reach the lower level. As they approached a set of stairs, Corvo finally answered with "Captain Mayhew and her men are here. She's left Inspector Lestrade to make sure all the entrances out are covered."

"So basically Lestrade is going to be doing this all night?" asked Aaron, hinting at Lestrade's apparent incompetency.

"Afraid so. Let's get this done," said Corvo as they reached the bottom of the stairs, linking up with Mayhew's City Watch personnel.

All of them were armed with their revolvers and shotguns, huddled around the darkness at the entrance to the room. At the forefront was Captain Alexi Mayhew herself, distinguished by her hand cannon and red hair. With Aaron and Corvo taking up position beside her, they quietly watched the Hatters, all of whom were still unaware of their presence. As they watch the Hatters go about their business, it was then that someone else entered the room. This woman was wearing clothing such as a dark grey trenchcoat, a hat, and a scarf for a facemask to cover their identity. But even with this, the trio was able to make out a few things about this mystery person. For one thing, they could tell she was a woman, around the same age as Aaron. She had light brown skin, almost chocolate-like in color, shoulder-length black hair (at least that which they could see poking out from under the hat), and a pair of piercing red eyes, almost ruby-like in color.

She entered the room and approached a Hatter who was likely the leader of the group. He took the lit cigar out of his mouth, letting the smoke pour from his lips as he said "Where's the good Count? Thought he was going to be here."

"Well, he sent me instead. He may have let the Hatters into our group, but that doesn't mean that he's instantly going to show up for everything," stated the woman, sounding stern and decisive with her tone.

"Doesn't mean I'm going to listen to his head broad instead of him. He wants what we got, then he should come and-" started the Hatter, pointing to the woman with the hand still holding the lit cigar.

He was interrupted when in a swift and sudden movement, the woman's hands grabbed the hatter, with one grabbing him around his neck and the other snatching the lit cigar from his hand. And with a good amount of force, she pushed him onto one of the stone columns of the room, pinning him there as he tried to claw himself out of her grip, but failing.

Under her scarf, unbeknownst to the Hatter, a sinister smile appeared on the woman's face as she held up the still lit cigar up to their eye level, keeping the lit end pointed towards the pinned Hatter. With that, she warned him "I'd be careful what you say. I'm not some cheap whore you'd find at the Golden Cat. The Count and I, well, let's just say he trusts me to do these jobs. And it's not a good idea for you to speak to me like that. Because if you do, then I'm liable to do this."

Without so much as a warning, she plunged the lit part of the cigar into the Hatter's eye, burning it before letting him go. The Hatter instantly slumped to the ground, crying and writing in pain as he clutched his burnt eye. As he continued to cry from the pain, the woman looked to the nearest Hatter and said "You. Open one of these. I want to make sure this is what we need."

"Y-yes, milady. Right away milady," said the Hatter, getting two of his mates to help as he didn't want to end up like his colleague. And it seemed that his mates agreed with him. Taking one of the crates, they took it to the pedestal and placed it there. With two of them opening the locks, the third opened the lid to show the contents to her.

The woman took a moment to look over the items inside of the crate, even gently skimming her fingers over them to feel its texture and see if it was authentic. And from what she could see, it appeared that the Hatters had lived up to their end of the bargain. As the Hatters closed the lid, she turned to the Hatter and informed him "This is good. The Count will be pleased. Put this in the spot we told you about. Once they're secured, we move forward with the plan."

"Got it, milady. We'll see that the Count's plan falls through. You can be sure of that," replied the Hatter.

It was then that the group decided that it was time to make a move. The trio and the City Watch rushed into the room, weapons in hand, and took up position. Aiming their weapons at the gangsters, Alexi shouted out "City Watch! Hands in the air and weapons on the ground! Now!"

Almost immediately, the Hatters reacted with violence. Reaching for the pistols and revolvers on themselves, they immediately opened fire on the City Watch while looking for cover. The City Watch did the same, looking for cover before returning fire on the gangsters. As the fight began, Corvo managed to take out one of the Hatters with a well-placed shot to the chest. It was then that he noticed the mysterious woman hiding behind some crates. Instantly, she darted towards one of the nearby pillars, leaping towards it. When her feet reached the pillar, she used her momentum to help push her further upwards, towards the balcony that led out of the room. Grabbing onto it with her hands, she quickly climbed up onto the balcony and dashed for the exit. Corvo witnessed all this and knew that he couldn't let her get away. So without a word, he raced out of the room, leaving Alexei, Aaron, and the City Watch to deal with the remaining Hatters.

"What the hell is Lord Corvo going?!" questioned a hunkered down City Watchman, wondering why the Lord Protector was running from a fight.

"Ask that after we deal with these guys!" stated Alexi, more worried about the armed attackers that were right in front of them.

Back on the surface, the woman opened a hatch and climbed out of the sewers, appearing in an alleyway. Now that she had escaped the City Watch, she had to return to the Count and inform him of the loss. Moving down the alley, she didn't make it halfway to the street when out of the corner, Inspector Lestrade and several of City Watch officers appeared, pistols aimed at her.

"That's far enough!" said Lestrade, confident that he had her cornered in this alley now that he had the entrance covered.

The mysterious woman, although taken by surprise, turned around and saw Corvo coming out of the same hatch she just came through, blocking her other exit. Now…she was trapped.

"Hands in the air! By order of the Dunwall City Watch, you are under arrest!" ordered Lestrade, slowly advancing with his men while reaching for a pair of cuffs on his belt.

Just when it seemed like they had her, instead, she rushed to the walls and leaped, using the momentum to cause her to leap up from wall to wall as she reached for the roofs of the buildings. As she did this, she left Lestrade and his men dumbstruck while Corvo merely eyed her movements, thinking of a possible way to catch her. Once she was near the top, she managed to grab onto the ledge and using her momentum, somersaulted over the ledge before landing feet first. Turning to look down at Corvo, Lestrade, and his men, she simply gave a mock salute before heading out.

"Damn it! We had her," said Lestrade, upset that she just got away.

"Not yet. Lestrade, take your men and head down the block. Find a way up there. I'll keep after her," ordered Corvo, not intent on giving up so easily.

Lestrade merely looked at him, and having seen how she escaped, asked "And how are you going to catch Miss Acrobat?"

"Let me worry about that! Just go! Now!" answered Corvo, making his demand clear to them. With that, Lestrade decided not to argue and did as the Lord Protector wanted. Taking his men, they rushed out of the alley as fast as they could before turning the corner and heading in the same direction that his target went.

Corvo was sure that they would find a fire escape somewhere that would allow them entry onto the roofs. But Corvo needed to make sure that they didn't lose her by the time that Lestrade's men managed to make it to the roofs. So it was time for him to call upon some old tricks. Waiting until Lestrade and his officers were out of sight, he used the powers granted to him by his Mark of the Outsider, using the Blink ability that allowed him to teleport to the roof. Once he was there, he quickly spotted her already on the second rooftop. Turning her head to check, she saw Corvo had managed to make his way up as well. Seeing him, she soon kicked into high gear, running as fast as she could across the roof. Corvo did the same, intent on making sure that she wasn't going to get away this time. Across the roofs, the two dashed across like foxes trying to outrun a hunter. And they leaped from each building as soon as their section of roof ended. They were currently heading in the direction of the Wrenhaven River. And soon, they would run out of rooftops to run across and end up faced with the river itself. As Corvo raced across the rooftops, he encountered a jump that he seemed to underestimate. Instead of landing on his feet, he was forced to grab onto the ledge with his hands to prevent himself from falling to the streets below.

Despite his sweaty hands, he managed to hold onto the edge quite well, and with some effort (or some more given his age) he was able to hoist himself up and onto the rooftop. There, he allowed himself a brief respite to catch his breath before muttering to himself "Aaron was right. I'm getting too old for this."

Once that was done, he continued the chase. Eventually, for her, she reached the end of the proverbial road. Standing on the edge of the rooftop on the last building, she found herself looking over the edge to see nothing but a straight shot down to the Wrenhaven River below and in front of her. From the looks of it, one could say that she had nowhere left to go. And this was made clear when she sensed Corvo approaching her, using his Blink ability to reach the final rooftop.

Once he was on the same roof as her, she slowly turned to him and said "It appears the rumors are true about the Lord Protectors otherworldly abilities."

"Who are you, and who is the Count? Where is he?" asked Corvo, demanding to know the identity of the mysterious individual that this woman worked for, along with her name.

"I'm curious. That cloth around your hand. You use that to cover up a scar? Or a certain mark that explains how you managed to catch me so easily?" she inquired, cluing in that she has figured out the secret behind Corvo's abilities.

"Tell me where the Count is. Now!" said Corvo more forcefully, trying to get the information he needed.

The woman simply told Corvo "Far beyond your reach. You may have upset things here today, but you can't stop us. Nothing you do today changes anything."

Right after she said that Lestrade and his men soon appeared, having found a ladder to take them up to the rooftop. Stumbling up one by one, they took up positions to surround her, readying their weapons.

"So nice of you to make it, Lestrade," chimed in Corvo, stealing a look at the Inspector, who now stood beside him.

"Wasn't going to let you have all the fun now," said Lestrade before saying to the target "It's over. You have nowhere left to go."

"That's where you're wrong, Inspector," she replied, not a hint of worry in her voice.

Before they could ask her what she meant, she soon fell backward right over the edge, disappearing. On instinct, the group rushed forward to try and get her but it was too late. By the time they reached the edge, she had fallen over. However, that was not the strangest part…when they looked down over the edge, the woman had simply disappeared. It was clear that she had not fallen into the river, or otherwise, they would have heard a splash, as well as the residual bubbles from said splash. But they neither heard of saw either. It's almost as if she had simply vanished. Looking around, they saw her neither on any adjacent rooftop nor on the streets. She had simply vanished into thin air. And they had just lost their lead on the Count.

Next Day
At the Spirit Portal in Republic City

"Come on Bolin. We don't have all day," said Korra.

The day had come for Team Avatar's vacation to the Spirit World. Korra and the others were excited about the chance to finally get some time to themselves after these hectic few months. Plus, they were interested in exploring the Spirit World together. Each had packed a bag with the few items they would need for their trip…except for Bolin. Bolin had several bags stuffed to the brim and was struggling to keep them all together.

"Hey, I could use some help here if you guys would be so kind," said Bolin, clearly struggling.

"We told you to pack light," reminded Mako.

Bolin simply replied with a strained "Yeah, I know."

"So what's with all the bags?" asked Asami.

"Well, I didn't know what we would need in the Spirit World, so I grabbed whatever I could think of that would be useful. Stuff like clothes, some extra food, and-" started Bolin but before he could finish, he collapsed under the weight of the bags, falling flat on his face as his voice became muffled by the bags.

With a roll of his eyes, Mako walked over to help his brother with Asami and Korra following. Each of them took an extra bag, uncovering Bolin in like digging one out of the sandy beach. Once Bolin's burden was lifted, Mako picked him up and helped him to the portal. The girls followed suit. One by one, they entered the Spirit Portal, with Korra about to be the last to enter. But before she went in, she stayed behind to catch a glimpse of Republic City behind her before entering the portal with the others. For Korra, any troubles the world had could wait for a little bit. For now, she was going to have some well-deserved vacation time with her friends. And in her mind, she felt at peace. For she was now right back where she belonged. After all, she figured that the world managed to survive the past three years that she was recovering, Korra thought that perhaps Tenzin and the others could keep the world for the next two weeks. With that, Korra finally turned back to the portal and walked within, entering the Spirit World.

Little did she know that things were going to get much more difficult when she returned...

Later That Same Day
Off the Western Shores of the Fire Nation

Unbeknownst to the people of the Fire Nation, miles from their remote western shores, they were being surveyed. A scout ship from the Empire's merchant navy had been blown off course by a storm and was working to find its bearings. After waiting for some fog to pass before they continued shortly south and then westward back to the Isles, one of their crewmen noticed something to the east. Alerting the Captain to come up, he noticed the same thing that his crew saw. In the distance to the east, there was a faint outline on the horizon. And any sailor worth his salt would know what that meant: that there was land in that direction.

Every sailor in the Empire had heard the age-old legends of a fabled land to the east. Explorers from centuries ago would claim the existence of a mystical land full of wonder and items so strange and abnormal, that it would boggle the mind if one gazed upon them. Many had ventured east in hopes of finding this land, though few ever returned, with those who survived told stories of violent storms prevented them from going any further. Soon, these tales returned to simply becoming legends, with it becoming quite a familiar bedtime story that mothers told their children as bedtime stories.

Pulling out his spyglass, the Captain extended it and looked through the spyglass to see the shores of the land before him. From what he could see, there seemed to be no evidence of any settlement, landmarks, or any other distinguishing feature that resembled any part of the Empire's coastlines that he had witnessed. It seemed that this land was completely untouched by any human being at all. It all appeared to be as the legends had depicted the fabled "New World": as a paradise unspoiled by any man. This was confirmed when one of his sailors brought up the maps.

Unfolding them from a crate, he and his Captain looked at the maps. From there, they checked and double-checked the shorelines of the Empire to see if they matched what they were seeing. When nothing turned up to be positive, it confirmed what they had already suspected. With that in mind, the Captain looked to his sailors and told them "Get us as close as we can and bring up that silvergraph device. If we're heading home, we're coming back with proof of this."

"Aye, Captain," said the sailor as he left to relay those orders to the crew.

The Captain then returned to the railing at the ship and as he gazed out at the land before him upon the horizon, he muttered to himself "We've got one hell of a story to tell when we get back to Dunwall."

And that is the first chapter. I promise that there will be more to come.

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- Heinkelboy05