Note: Warnings for possibly triggering material at the bottom.
October 23th, 1678
Brittany woke up with a loud knocking on her cabin's door. She wasn't used to that, she usually was the first one up; just before the sun rise the young sailor already needed to get countless things done. Actually she wasn't used to anyone knocking on her door at all. The woman looked around in the dark cabin with sleepy eyes scanning the still unfamiliar place; even if it's been a couple months now, Brittany still wasn't used to getting her own private sleeping quarters on a ship.
The blonde woman got up and checked the tiny window in her room to see that indeed, there was no sign of the sun and frowned. Something must have happened for someone to come looking for her at such early hour.
"First Mate Pierce, Sir!" an unsure and familiar voice called out on the other side of the door.
Brittany steadied herself and hurried to put proper clothing on. She only moved to the door when she was fully dressed; securing the bindings over her chest were hidden underneath her undershirt before putting her waistcoat on, tucking her braid under her dark blue bandana and hat and fixing her Cutless and pouch securely to her waist.
She opened the door to find an anxious greasy haired young man with thick eyebrows staring at her. The blonde lowered her voice as she addressed the shorter man "I told you to call me Brent, Blaine."
She still wasn't used to the title and no one treated her different than before her promotion except for Blaine, who insisted on calling her by her new title, or by some respectful manner. There was no need for such formalities in a pirate ship, plus Blaine must be almost the same age as her, so it would be even weirder.
The short man, Blaine blushed at his superior remark and nodded without meeting first mate Brent Pierce's eyes.
"So, what is the matter?" Brittany tried not to sound annoyed at the interruption of her sleep. But she knew the new comer Blaine Anderson was having a hard time adapting to the ship and most crew members picked on him on a daily basis, so she didn't want to make his life even harder.
Blaine averted his eyes and gulped very loudly. "Mr. Puck has sent me."
Brittany was surprised and her face showed. One reason was that Puck didn't come fetch her himself and two, Puck was awake this early in the morn.
"He said it was urgent, Mr.…I mean, Brent." the boy almost slipped again, but corrected the name right away embarrassingly looking down at the floor.
Brittany released an exasperated sigh and asked "Are you sure, he's not just drunk?"
"Yes, I'm certain." Blaine nodded but his voice faltered at the end. And Brittany was sure she heard him mumble something that sounded like 'not that drunk.'
"Alright, then." Brittany said closing her door behind her and locking it before Blaine had even a chance to peak inside. One of the first advises her captain gave her when he promoted her was, always lock your cabin.
"He is at the quarterdeck." Blaine informed his superior. The first mate gave him a curt nod before stepping into the main deck and heading up the stairs to the quarterdeck.
When Brittany got there, she saw the slump form of a man sitting on the ground and leaning against the mizzenmast. Approaching the man, she recognized her friend and noticed Puck looked somber and not his usual drunk self.
"Puck, is everything all right?" she asked with a frown on her face.
"Oh Brent! Finally!" he exclaimed pointing the bottle in his hand towards his friend.
"What are you doing here this early?" she questioned, observing her friend definitely looked like he had had too much to drink. Brittany wondered if Blaine was blind not to see that or his huge eyebrows just had clouded his vision.
"Did you even go to sleep?" Puck smirked at her question as he took another swing of his bottle.
Noah Puckerman, or The Puckster as he liked to be called, was the ship's Boatswain, he was in charge of the ship itself and keeping it in shape for travel and battle and always oversaw many activities on board. He was a relaxed guy and a known womanizer that was famous for throwing shore parties whenever he could. But he had been a Boatswain for many years and ultimately was a reliable and loyal guy that got the job done at the end of the day.
When Brittany had first joined the crew four years ago as Brent Pierce, the blonde was a bit intimidated by his reputation, but soon found out that Puck was one of the few decent guys aboard, and they became fast friends. Ever since Brent got promoted to first mate, Noah had been helping the 'boy' more than he usually did. Brittany made it clear both to him and the captain back then that Puck would make a much better first mate, but the man had refused saying it was too much responsibility and he already had enough as it was.
Brittany punched Noah in the arm to get his attention, hard but playfully as it was expected of Brent, earning a grunt from her drunken friend as he spilled some rum on his shirt. She could smell how he reeked of rum, sweat and dirt. The man shrugged before rubbing at his sore arm. Puck looked up at his friend and handed his eyeglass, without saying anything.
Brittany stared between the object in her hand and Puck, leaning her head to the side in confusion and waiting for him to elaborate. After a moment he seemed to realize that and pointed east "There, use yer deadlights, matey."
The youngest shook her head at her friend's behavior laughing a little and wondering if he could even see pass his nose in his current state but she indulged him anyway. Brittany brought the object to her eye, searching for what Puck was talking about.
"Do ye see that?" she could see in her peripheral vision, Puck pointing ahead and she followed it with the eyeglass.
"Aye." she mumbled in an almost whisper. The only thing she could see was heavy grey clouds at the horizon, it was still too dark to see anything else "It looks like a pretty heavy squall." she commented.
"Exactly!" he huffed as he passed his large palm over his poorly shaped Mohawk in concern. Brittany looked at him, waiting for him to continue, still not understanding what was troubling him.
"That bilge-sucking fool!" he shouted to the dense air, slightly startling Brittany with the outburst. Puck didn't take noticed as he took another large swing of his rum bottle and shook his head as he kept scoffing at nothing.
"Are you just going to curse the winds? Or are you tellin' me what the hell is going on?" The woman inquired him in clear annoyance as she crossed her arms and almost forgot to keep her voice an octave lower as she was already getting tired of his drunk vagueness.
"Schuester." he growled, pointing in the direction where Brittany knew the Captain's quarters was located "The man is a fool! I was jus' about to head for me quarters," Brent gave him a knowing look, Puck rolled his eyes and ignored his friend before continuing "When I noticed how fast we be goin'." the blonde nodded, acknowledging that she did noticed the ship was moving at high speed.
"That dog can't go that fast wit' a storm in the horizon!" the man said flailing his arms to make his point.
Brittany sighed, closing her eyes before she rested her hand on her friend shoulder "Noah, I think you've had too much to drink."
"No!" He protested shrugging his friend hand off his shoulder "By the hour he wakes, 'twill be too late." Puck continued, looking at blue eyes pleading for Brent to listen.
"I'm aware of his orders," Brittany replied averting her eyes and looking down. Even if Noah was drunk, she knew he was still right about this matter.
"What?" Puck exclaimed perplexed by the statement and immediately stood up, still leaning on the mast for support as he waited for the blonde to elaborate.
"He wants to get there before any other ship." The first mate explained still looking at the ground, she didn't agree with Will all the time, but he was still the Captain and she still had to follow his orders at the end of the day.
"But 'tis too dangerous, to be off into such an ugly squall at this speed." Puck reasoned with his friend suddenly sounding much more sober.
Brittany nodded and released a deep breath "I can slow the ship down before it's time for the Captain to wake up." she suggested after a few minutes of silence.
Puck slowly nodded his head with glassy eyes before bringing the bottle to his lips for another gulp. But before the bottle could touch his lips, Brittany snatched the bottle away from his clumsy hands.
"Hey!" he protested, trying to get the bottle back from his friend.
"Come on, Puck. I think you've had enough." she said as the muscled man lunged for the bottle again and failed as he lost his footing for a second and almost fell to the ground.
"Let me help you to bed, Noah." Brittany smiled at her friend and used her best Brent gentle but firm voice as she offered Puck her arm. The man scoffed but complied, (it wasn't the first time this had happened after all), taking Brittany's arm and letting his friend help him stand properly as he leaned his weight on a lean but strong shoulder for support.
She helped the heavy man down to the main deck and they proceed to stumble their way down the stairs passing through the gun deck and kept going down through the sailor's quarters. After a few missteps and curse words from Puck, they finally got down to the storage basement.
Brittany never understood why her friend chose to live down here. And he had been living in there since she had known him. He either spent his nights in the sailor's quarters with some of his friends or here in the basement along with their cargo and supplies, in a corner where he arranged a cot and a chest for his belongings.
Once Brittany tried asking him why he did that, he replied saying that there was where they kept all the alcohol and it gave him a lot more privacy whenever he brought a lady aboard. Still, it didn't make sense to the blonde, since if Puck really wanted to, he could easily get a higher rank on the ship and get his own cabin with all the privacy he wanted.
Puck definitely was an odd fellow, Brittany thought as she led the now half asleep man to his cot. But he was still one of her few friends, if not her only true friend aboard this ship. She often felt guilty for hiding her secret from Puck, but her safety depended on that secret, so the fewer people knew about it, the safer she would be.
The only other person, besides herself, that knew about her secret was the ship's medic Kurt Hummel. He had found out the truth about Brittany being a girl shortly after she joined the crew, when some crew members played a prank on her causing her to hurt her shoulder. When she was brought in, Kurt figured out right away that she was a woman, and for some reason decided to keep her secret and help her out, especially when she got any injuries or had any girl problems; which she was eternally grateful for.
They had become friends over the years, but definitely not as close as her and Puck. Kurt was also very odd in his ways; in a different way than Puck as the young man seemed to have an education of some sort and sometimes he could be a bit condescending towards the blonde and everyone else for that matter. Brittany usually just let it be, and preferred to keep it to herself the fact that until she was 15, she also had had an education and could read just fine contrary to an ordinary sailor.
The other crew members constantly called him Hummel, Baby Face, due to his delicate features and more effeminate behavior. If their captain hadn't laid down a law for everyone to back off of him, and hadn't given him his own officer's cabin, she was sure he would have a harder time on the ship. He once confided in Brittany saying she was his first friend, besides Will on the ship. And that made Brittany's day. She loved talking to people and she loved making new friends.
"There you go." Brittany almost grunted out as she laid Puck on the cot, grimacing at his half opened dirty shirt that showed an equally dirty looking chest, and she figured that's why he stank so bad, and she briefly wondered when was the last time he took a bath. The man just made a strange noise in response that Brittany interpreted as a "Thank you." before he completely blacked out on top of the cot.
Brittany relaxed her Brent posture and stretched her muscles from Puck's weight. She made her way back to the main deck still carrying Puck's bottle in her hands, hearing the loud snores coming from the sailor's quarters on her way there.
She took the stairs back to the quarterdeck and as soon as she got there, she made sure to empty the rest of the alcohol in the sea. Brittany had never liked alcohol very much. She wasn't fond of the taste or what it did to people when they drank.
She perched herself up on the railing to see if she could find someone that was still up at this hour. The blonde spotted a slumped form resting against the foremast, near the bow of the ship. As she got back to the main deck and walked towards the person, Brittany noticed it was Blaine and approached him.
"Night watch?" She asked startling the boy a bit, as he looked up at her. He slowly nodded at her question with his droopy eyes.
"Is there anyone else?" Brittany questioned looking around and squinting her eyes to see if she could find more people in the darkness.
"Aye, but most of them already went to sleep. But I think there's still some men drinking at the Galley" Blaine said as he got up still leaning on the foremast while rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes.
Under the moonlight Brittany tried not to focus on how weird and larger than normal Blaine's eyebrow looked with the shade cast on it. It really looked like one large caterpillar chasing her even bigger sister.
Realizing she still hadn't replied and Blaine was expectantly looking at her, she stiffen her posture and assumed her first mate role as Brent and gave him a sympathetic nod before clearing her throat and assertively saying "All right, gather around at least 3 hands from the night watch." causing Blaine to immediately straighten up at his superior command and give a firm nod in response.
Brittany continued explaining what their task was going to be in the same authoritative tone. "We need to reef the sails; it's too windy so we need to slow the ship down." She finished pointing towards the main mast.
"Aye aye, sir, I mean Brent" Blaine fumbled with his words again, inwardly scolding himself for his mix up as he felt heat creeping on his face and nodded again to his superior before turning around in the opposite direction.
Brittany smiled as the short man quickly walked away from her. She never understood why the young man was always so flushed around her. The blonde shrugged to herself as she leaned on the nearest mast and waited for the man to return.
Looking at the horizon, she could see that the storm already appeared to be nearer to their position, they definitely were moving too fast and the storm was coming. Fast and dangerous. She worriedly looked around, wanting Blaine to hurry up and get there faster.
She thought about her captain, and his seemly careless decision to sail at full speed in dangerous waters. William J. Schuester was a good captain; he respected his fellow crew mates for most of the time and had a fair knowledge of the seas. Being an ex-navy man, he was very strict with his rules and he could be ruthless and cruel during battles. Though he was too proud of his own double chin and could be very arrogant, and never admitted making mistakes. Brittany had come to know he was indeed a hard person to advise especially since he only seemed to like his own ideas. But for some strange reason he took a liking to Brent since the beginning.
Schuester could also be very naïve, trusting some of the boys on his crew too much too quickly. But if he realized one of them had crossed him, the man would make sure to punish them accordingly.
When Brittany first applied to be a part of The Wandering Hangman, she had heard the captain only employed able young men and it was one of her last choices since she had already been turned down by the last 2 ships she had tried to join as Brent Pierce. She knew of the ship's fame, so she didn't have much hope so that's why she was so surprised when Will accepted Brent right away and how nice he seemed to be; even if he was a bit creepy, contrary to his reputation.
He took Brent under his wing and along with Puck taught the blonde a lot of things about sailing. And most recently trusted Brent to be the first mate of his beloved ship after the last one, Figgins, had been killed in their last raid. No one really liked Figgins, he was a man of few words and never really did anything, his hands were always tied according to him and most of the shipmates didn't mind that Brent had taken the job after what he did for the crew on that raid.
Brent had gained some popularity because of that raid. They were losing the battle when Will tried to raid a merchant ship that was unexpectedly guarded by a fleet of well-armed navy men. Brent's quick thinking and bravery managed to get them out of that situation with much less casualties than everyone thought possible. As Brent managed to single-handedly detach the two ships to allow their ship an escape and he let the crew take care of the navy men that were still aboard The Wandering Hangman.
To boost their moral, and keep the crew from mutinying him because of his poor leadership and failed attempted at looting another ship, the captain hanged all their prisoners as usual. An often display of cruelty that Brittany despised but could do nothing about.
She had winced when Shuester made her watch the execution that time and stand beside him while the men hanged. And her captain had chosen that particular moment to praise Brent efforts and promote him to first mate. The majority had agreed, but there was some who resented Brent for taking the job, and thought he didn't deserve it for being too young both of age and on the ship; the same people that mockingly called Brent 'Junior', amongst other way worse names. The rest was indifferent and just happy that they were alive and that Figgins wasn't the first mate anymore.
Despite that incident, Will was usually competent on raids and good at sacking small ports and ships but when the task required for him to outsmart his opponent or other pirates he wasn't as good, though he would never admit it.
When they went to certain quests to find treasures and similar things, they usually weren't that lucky. The crew wasn't aware that Will was not a good navigator, and often relied on Kurt's talent to do most of that job, that was why the young man was so valuable to their Captain.
The ship's strength was that they relied on brute force; they had great fighters aboard as the ship was populated by young males, and a skilled gunner like Coleman at their disposal. But that was also their weakness as long distance fights weren't their forte and smaller faster ships could beat them in upwind rather easily. A particular ship that did that more often than Will liked to admit was called La Canoras, currently the only ship run by a woman in the Caribbean. And that just pissed Shuester off even more; he told Brittany once that the woman was known for her snark and cruelty as well as for luring man to their deaths and that's why she was called Lopez, La Sirena Sangrienta.
The crack of thunder brought Brittany out of her memories, and she followed the noise realizing that Puck was indeed right and the storm might come sooner rather than later.
She looked back at the aft where the wheel for controlling the rudder was placed, and bit her lip in thought. She could just change the ships course and try to avoid the storm all together, Brittany had a weird feeling about this particular storm, and she couldn't quite point out why. Plus Puck's warning even if he was drunk still worried her. But she couldn't change courses, Will was her captain, and Brittany had to follow his orders even if she didn't agree with them.
Brittany released a deep sigh and rubbed at her tired eyes when she heard a commotion and soon she saw the silhouettes of 5 men coming her way. She straightened her back, assuming her Brent posture again. When the men came to stand in front of her, she noticed at least 3 of them looked incredible intoxicated, and Blaine just looked really tired. But the first mate carried on and repeated the previous orders to the men; even if they all nodded along in acknowledgement she was only hoping they had actually listened and understood her.
When she finished giving her orders, they all scrammed away to do their jobs on their respective positions. Brittany had to admit that even if three of them seemed to stumble their way to the masts, they seemed to be doing their job pulling the right lines and cables and as the first mate, she was definitely impressed.
"I'll help you mates out." Brittany said still in her Brent voice as she walked to the foremast and got into position to pull a few lines to adjust the fore sail.
"Pierce, ye don' have to do that." the sailor closest to her at the foremast said as he pulled on a cable, his bright blue eyes weren't glassy like the other three men.
"It's no problem, Brody." she responded as she tightened her knot, giving a tight lipped grin to the muscular man. "We're all tired, and it will be faster this way." she said giving him a shrug.
Brody nodded in agreement and flashed Brent a thankful smile with his pearly white teeth. Brody Weston was a decent sailor and a talented carpenter that helped fix the ship when needed. Brittany really wondered how he managed to keep his teeth so white; most of the men on the ship didn't even wash theirs and let's just say dental hygiene wasn't a priority for a normal pirate. She averted her eyes from the staring both in the fear of possibly going blind and also before she blurted something inappropriate out to him, and just kept doing her work in silence.
When they finished tying the final knots and the sails were turned flat to the winds to avoid too much wind pressure on all that fabric from the strong winds. Brent addressed the sailors again before dismissing them "The men are to be awoken in a couple of hours. Shue's orders." They all nodded along in acknowledgement and the first mate dismissed the sailors who were grateful to returned to their sleeping quarters for some rest. Despite being tired, Blaine waved frenetically at his superior, his greasy hair shining in the moonlight as he walked down the stairs to their quarters.
Brittany nodded to the young man but kept a straight face. Only when she was alone the blonde released a laugh at the man's behavior, Blaine sure was very strange, she chuckled to herself.
She walked up back to the quarterdeck and approached the wheel. Brittany sighed and picked up Puck's eyeglass from her pocket and once again looked towards the storm. She couldn't help noticing she barely even needed the eyeglass as the storm was now fast approaching and she could clearly see flashes in the clouds ahead and hear thunder just a few seconds later and a large dark cloud seemed to slowly obscure the moon, increasing the darkness around her. She softly touched the wheel, tempted to change the ship's course.
Brittany wondered if the weird feeling she was having was worth disobeying Will's orders, she nodded to herself after a few moments and made a decision right there.
There was a rule everyone on the ship was aware of, that Will was not to be disturbed once he entered his cabin. The crew had spread all kinds of elaborated rumors to explain that behavior. If Brittany thought the women at the market in her old town were gossipers, they sure had nothing on pirates. Brittany was about to disobey that particular order as she started making her way down to the Captain's cabin.
But the first mate didn't get very far because as soon as she set her foot back on the main deck a shadows obstructed her way. Brittany looked up and squinted her eyes trying to see who it was in the dark.
"Look wha' we got here!" the tall figured that was closer to her said with disdain clear in his voice.
"And we hear Greasy B yappin' about work at this hour." another shadow with broad shoulders spoke right beside the other man. She could smell the stench of cheap alcohol on them and took a couple steps back as the men kept approaching her.
"Aye, who be stupid enough to work at 'tis hour?" A lanky man at the first's one other side said with sarcasm and the other two laughed at his comment. Brittany winced at the man's words but made her best not to show it. Though it was still really dark with the clouds now fully hiding the moon, Brittany could clearly see the flaming red hair atop the lanky man's head. Recognizing him as Rick 'the Stick' Nelson, one of the men that for some reason despised Brent.
When the men stopped laughing, Brittany could see their features better as the moonlight was slowing returning, and she realized the first man was no one other than Samson Evans also known as Sam, The Mouth. She didn't know the whole story but she guessed the blonde man got that name for his humongous mouth. He was one of the crew members that had a problem with Brent being the new first mate. Kurt had told her that Sam's constant need to be the center of attention was because he had wanted to be Captain Shue right hand since he first joined the crew and rumor had it that he hoped to one day take over after Shuester.
"Ye be one lousy first mate, Junior." the man with broad shoulder beside Evans sneered and as Brittany expected it was Joshua Coleman, an arrogant man that tried as best as he could to torment Kurt without Will noticing and of course he was friends with Evans and always seemed to follow him everywhere.
"I bet I'd make a much better one!" Evans puffed his chest out with pride and a dreamy expression on his face.
Coleman punched the man's arm encouraging him while saying "Ye be damn right, Mouth!" while the Stick just nodded his head dumbly in agreement.
"We 'ave had it wit' ye, Pierce." the big lipped blonde scorned, taking another step towards Brent menacingly.
"And Bosun Puck ain't here to co'er yer arse 'tis time." the Stick continued, crossing his arms and looking around just to check if Puck was anywhere in sight.
Puck had always looked out for Brent; the blonde boy may be skilled with a sword or cutlass, but Brent lacked on physical strength compared to most pirates aboard, and his lean and lanky figure made some people tease or provoke him so to avoid people like Sam to become physically abusive, Puck always tried to stop that from happening. Since Puck had been on the ship for a long time, he was respected by the crew and his imposing figure usually got the goons to back off.
Brittany gulped as Coleman got even closer to her clenching his fists. In a fair fight, she might be able to take out one of them or even two, but three was too much, and it didn't look good for her. In the dark, what she didn't see was the fist coming her way from the right which knocked her straight to the floor.
"I 'ave always said this scurvy pansy was no pirate material." Rick mocked while the other men guffawed loudly.
"Bloody good one, Stick." Evans said as he noticed Brent was starting to get up and before he could, the man kicked him in the stomach sending the blonde to the floor again, gasping for air. "I dunno know what Shue see in this cowardly swab." Evans sneered, spitting on the floor next to Brent's body.
Coleman put his hand on Evans's shoulder and said "Let us show 'tis bilge rat, th' pirate way t' do thin's." As he kicked Brent again, aiming at his legs. Evans and Rick nodded before surrounding the young man on the floor.
Brittany tried to get up again, but only got another punch to her face, feeling the taste of warm blood running down her nose. She curled up on the floor to protect herself as best as she could as they continued to hit her.
Being a pirate for so long, she was used to injuries and fighting enemies, but she had never been attacked in such cowardly manner before.
Brittany's whole body was aching, her left arm and leg had taken the most hits and the pain was just excruciating, she really hoped they weren't broken. She could hear the men laughing above her and their mocking tone "'Tis really be the first mate?" Her eye was already swollen from the previous punch so she could barely see or distinguish who said it.
"I think that be enough, mate." Another voice said from above.
"No." The first one protested and she recognized the whiney tone as Evans.
"We can't kill him," the other voice said in a hushed whisper and made a pause before adding "…at least not here."
There was a long pause, where Brittany just remained motionless, her stomach twisting at the words she just heard, the girl just wished the pain would go away and hoped they would leave her alone.
"I ha'e an idea" she heard Evans' voice after a while. And moments later she felt herself being lifted from the ground and felt pain shooting through her body as her limbs were stretched in an uncomfortable position. Brittany realized two of the men were carrying her body by her arms and legs. Not long after, she felt her body hit a hard wooden surface with a thud and she gasped loudly as air seemed to escape her lungs at her back hitting the wood. She was having trouble breathing and her body was aching even more after the impact.
"I dunno know, Mouth," she heard a hesitant voice coming from above.
"Don' worry, Shue will nah find out. He gunna just think Pierce left in th' middle of th' night or that he fell off th' ship fer being th' stupid swab he be." Evans replied and she heard a few mumbles that she couldn't distinguish in the state she was in.
"Just keep yer mouth shut!" she heard Evans hiss angrily before she felt her body slowing falling along with the wooden surface. Brittany realized she was being lowered to sea level on a dinghy. It didn't take long for her to feel the small boat hitting the troubled water.
She felt the sickening motion of the waves hitting the boat, harder and harder. Brittany opened one of her eyes and saw the ship getting farther away. The sailor immediately panicked, she tried lifting herself up but she didn't have enough strength left and she slumped back against the hard surface when pain shot through her arms at the effort. She tried calling for help but the strong waves had already carried her too far for her weakened voice to be heard. Brittany looked around and didn't see any pedals, she brought her hand to her forehead not knowing what to do; hissing at feeling the swelling on her face. She was in no condition of swimming back to the ship, as she felt herself slipping in and out of conscious from the pain every few seconds.
By the time Brittany was finally able to lift herself, albeit with great strain, the waves and the wind had only gotten stronger and the storm seemed to be in full swing around her. She used her remaining strength to use a nearby rope to tie herself to the boat and tried holding on to it for dear life as heavy rain fell on her head.
It felt like hours had passed, the night seemed darker and the rain was lighter now, almost gone. Though the water was as turbulent as before and the waves kept hitting the small boat with force, luckily without breaking it so far. Her tired and bruised body felt heavier by the second, her limbs were feeling numb. She gazed up at the skies, feeling her body give up into exhaustion, noticing a small red light above her where a few clouds seemed to have parted for some reason just before she felt herself slipping away into darkness.
Ahoy, me hearties!
It didn't take long this time, right? :)
So I hope you guys liked this chapter despite all the violence. It started off light and it took a turn for the worst at the end, but believe me, it was hella hard writing that scene even if it was necessary to the plot.
Here is a little something for you all. I hope all the ship's descriptions weren't confusing but if you want to check out the design of the main ships of this story here's a link just so you guys have an idea what's the layout. (without the spaces and with dot com after tumblr).
Edited: Since the previous links are off just head over to my tumblr and you'll be able to see both La Canoras (Santana's Ship) and The Wandering Hangman (Will's Ship) along with the poster art.
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