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A/N: ok thankyou all for being so patient with me soooooooooo heres the next bit of story
Btw thanks to Yuki Asao for reviewing!
Story: Isolde stared at the shore of the island, eyes searching the distant beach blindly, remembering her past...
Isolde had run with her father to the beach, searching for her mother. They could see the galleon perfectly now, as it drew nearer and nearer. A myriad of tiny boats were launched and were almost upon the beach. They had called endlessly for Isolde's mother. They had eventually seen her body, thrown from one of the tiny boats into the water. She had died... died trying to protect her child and mate. Adaon had fallen to his knees, tears falling in silver rain down his face. The wild cries of the pirates had reached their ears as Isolde had dragged her father to his feet and pulled him up the beach. They had run, fleeing up the cliffs along the coastline, desperately trying to lose the pirates... Of course they had been caught, and dragged in chains to the galleon that was waiting in the cove. It had nearly broken her heart to see the rainforest around her home burned, her home razed to the ground, only ash and smoke remained of her childhood.
They had been brought before a captain named Tristan the TurnCoat. He was said to be a traitor who turned on his allies when they had defeated the enemy. He was a tall man with cold blue eyes. Eyes that held no compassion, eyes that had cruelly ordered the deaths of millions, including Isolde's own kin. Isolde had been thrown to her knees in front of this tyrant. She had cried out in pain as her head had been cracked upon the floor. He had circled them both, steel studded boots crunching ominously close to Isolde's hand and face. "So... you are the half breed scum?" He had bent down and wrenched Adaon to his feet. "I do believe so... You and your brat are both now involuntary members of my crew".
They had been chained to the mast and left there through the night and all of the next 3 days. Every morning Tristan would walk to them and ask, "Will you obey me?" And every single morning he only had to look into their eyes and see the hatred, and the disgust reflected there to know that their spirit had not been broken. A further 5 days had passed without food or water, before they finally gave in. They were given water then shown to a miniscule cabin, which they would share for the next three years...
After three years serving TurnCoat upon his vessel they were given in trade to another pirate, then another and another. Three years passed with them being passed and ship-to-ship, stolen or bought for their talent. Six years of the cruel buccaneer life had made them slender, tough and silent. They could fight with all manner of weapon and could sail any manner of sea craft. Isolde had acquired the skills of tracking and hiding. She had learnt how to fend of drunken sailors and gangs who attacked her. She had grown and strengthened with the hardship.
Today was barter and bargain day in the buccaneer port of Rantis. Ships, slaves, prostitutes, provisions, crews and treasure would all be for sale. Anything a pirate crew could afford would be sold and commodities bought. Isolde and her father were commodities today. They crew they were with last had been attacked and killed at sea by another ship. The captain of the winners had decided that he didn't want the trouble of keeping the half- selkies for his own and so had sailed here, to barter them for money. He would certainly fetch a good price, as by now, the two were legendary and much prized by any ambitious captain. To hold power over such fae beings was a great feat and to keep them for yourself was an even greater one. Tales of their skill, and, in particular their beauty had passed among the ships like fire. Isolde was now called the "Jewel of the deep".
They stood, garbed in black and red. Faces blank of all emotion, bound hand and foot in chains of iron. The captain who was selling them stood close behind them, his eyes riveted to the prize that would soon leave his possession. The roar of the crowd above them in the stands was deafening. Isolde and her father were the next auction. The slave girl that had just been sold was handed kicking and screaming to the owner of a brothel and the doors were flung wide, blinded, Isolde and her father were pushed into the middle of an auction yard. Silence fell as the auctioneer began to list their lineage and talents... "They can predict storms, they can swim through any tempest! They can protect your crew from elemental harm! They're indestructible! Not to mention the jewel is an eyeful" This comment drew sniggers and ribald comments from the crowd and several pirates made suggestive gestures. Isolde didn't even bat an eyelid, now used to it. The bidding raised higher and higher, each captain trying to out do the other. Isolde looked disinterestedly over as one captain shot another in the heat of the bidding. It was common in pirate auctions for one crew to kill the competition for what they wanted. The surviving commander caught her eye however. She shivered; in place of his right hand there was a cruel, curving steel hook... Suddenly, his head turned and eyes of forget-me-not blue tinged with a demonic red stared right into hers. She stood, transfixed by that hypnotic gaze as the auction continued about her. The bang of the auctioneers hammer broke the tension. Isolde started, and looked about to see the hook-handed captain bearing down through the stands towards them. She glanced wildly behind her; no... there was no other auction piece behind her. The red-eyed captain was coming for her. She stiffened, eyes wide as the crowds parted and the pirate stepped down into the arena. Adaon drew back with a slight hissed intake of breath as he realised who it was who now legally owned them. Isolde glanced at her father and saw the fear within his dark eyes. The Auctioneer came forward and witnessed the transaction of the money... 50 000 gold sols for them. That sort of money was unheard of, even to the auctioneer. He formally finished the deal, saying, "By the brigand laws I seal this deal between Captain Liak of the ship Redskin, and... Captain James Hook... of the Jolly Rodger"
A/N: ok thankyou all for being so patient with me soooooooooo heres the next bit of story
Btw thanks to Yuki Asao for reviewing!
Story: Isolde stared at the shore of the island, eyes searching the distant beach blindly, remembering her past...
Isolde had run with her father to the beach, searching for her mother. They could see the galleon perfectly now, as it drew nearer and nearer. A myriad of tiny boats were launched and were almost upon the beach. They had called endlessly for Isolde's mother. They had eventually seen her body, thrown from one of the tiny boats into the water. She had died... died trying to protect her child and mate. Adaon had fallen to his knees, tears falling in silver rain down his face. The wild cries of the pirates had reached their ears as Isolde had dragged her father to his feet and pulled him up the beach. They had run, fleeing up the cliffs along the coastline, desperately trying to lose the pirates... Of course they had been caught, and dragged in chains to the galleon that was waiting in the cove. It had nearly broken her heart to see the rainforest around her home burned, her home razed to the ground, only ash and smoke remained of her childhood.
They had been brought before a captain named Tristan the TurnCoat. He was said to be a traitor who turned on his allies when they had defeated the enemy. He was a tall man with cold blue eyes. Eyes that held no compassion, eyes that had cruelly ordered the deaths of millions, including Isolde's own kin. Isolde had been thrown to her knees in front of this tyrant. She had cried out in pain as her head had been cracked upon the floor. He had circled them both, steel studded boots crunching ominously close to Isolde's hand and face. "So... you are the half breed scum?" He had bent down and wrenched Adaon to his feet. "I do believe so... You and your brat are both now involuntary members of my crew".
They had been chained to the mast and left there through the night and all of the next 3 days. Every morning Tristan would walk to them and ask, "Will you obey me?" And every single morning he only had to look into their eyes and see the hatred, and the disgust reflected there to know that their spirit had not been broken. A further 5 days had passed without food or water, before they finally gave in. They were given water then shown to a miniscule cabin, which they would share for the next three years...
After three years serving TurnCoat upon his vessel they were given in trade to another pirate, then another and another. Three years passed with them being passed and ship-to-ship, stolen or bought for their talent. Six years of the cruel buccaneer life had made them slender, tough and silent. They could fight with all manner of weapon and could sail any manner of sea craft. Isolde had acquired the skills of tracking and hiding. She had learnt how to fend of drunken sailors and gangs who attacked her. She had grown and strengthened with the hardship.
Today was barter and bargain day in the buccaneer port of Rantis. Ships, slaves, prostitutes, provisions, crews and treasure would all be for sale. Anything a pirate crew could afford would be sold and commodities bought. Isolde and her father were commodities today. They crew they were with last had been attacked and killed at sea by another ship. The captain of the winners had decided that he didn't want the trouble of keeping the half- selkies for his own and so had sailed here, to barter them for money. He would certainly fetch a good price, as by now, the two were legendary and much prized by any ambitious captain. To hold power over such fae beings was a great feat and to keep them for yourself was an even greater one. Tales of their skill, and, in particular their beauty had passed among the ships like fire. Isolde was now called the "Jewel of the deep".
They stood, garbed in black and red. Faces blank of all emotion, bound hand and foot in chains of iron. The captain who was selling them stood close behind them, his eyes riveted to the prize that would soon leave his possession. The roar of the crowd above them in the stands was deafening. Isolde and her father were the next auction. The slave girl that had just been sold was handed kicking and screaming to the owner of a brothel and the doors were flung wide, blinded, Isolde and her father were pushed into the middle of an auction yard. Silence fell as the auctioneer began to list their lineage and talents... "They can predict storms, they can swim through any tempest! They can protect your crew from elemental harm! They're indestructible! Not to mention the jewel is an eyeful" This comment drew sniggers and ribald comments from the crowd and several pirates made suggestive gestures. Isolde didn't even bat an eyelid, now used to it. The bidding raised higher and higher, each captain trying to out do the other. Isolde looked disinterestedly over as one captain shot another in the heat of the bidding. It was common in pirate auctions for one crew to kill the competition for what they wanted. The surviving commander caught her eye however. She shivered; in place of his right hand there was a cruel, curving steel hook... Suddenly, his head turned and eyes of forget-me-not blue tinged with a demonic red stared right into hers. She stood, transfixed by that hypnotic gaze as the auction continued about her. The bang of the auctioneers hammer broke the tension. Isolde started, and looked about to see the hook-handed captain bearing down through the stands towards them. She glanced wildly behind her; no... there was no other auction piece behind her. The red-eyed captain was coming for her. She stiffened, eyes wide as the crowds parted and the pirate stepped down into the arena. Adaon drew back with a slight hissed intake of breath as he realised who it was who now legally owned them. Isolde glanced at her father and saw the fear within his dark eyes. The Auctioneer came forward and witnessed the transaction of the money... 50 000 gold sols for them. That sort of money was unheard of, even to the auctioneer. He formally finished the deal, saying, "By the brigand laws I seal this deal between Captain Liak of the ship Redskin, and... Captain James Hook... of the Jolly Rodger"