Some characters will act O.O.C in this chapter, particularly Longueville/Matilda. This will be important for the newly-formed plot, I swear. I understand what you all mean when you say my Portrayal is too Fanon, and I hear you, but it will be relevant in Character Development down the line, especially for Karin, Centurion, and Louise, who still have plenty of issues and flaws.

And so sorry for writing so many short chapters. I barely have the time nowadays to write.

-Cultural Clash-

[Terror of the Tide (3)]

[5E, 42, 15th of Sun's Dawn.]

Within the confined space of the Sanguine Gully's Cabin of the Captain, illuminated by localized spheres of light made from pure magicka encased in a lantern frame suspended above, three of its occupants are currently seated at a small table, in the middle of a meal, with the dish served to be the owner of this space's favorite, Argonian's Swamp Shirmps Boil, its golden form glistering from the reflection of its savory sauce layer that was pierced by a fork sinking into it, the handler of which being the largest one that effortlessly towered the other two women here, silently tossing the morsel inside his jaw, making no other sound than the one of him chewing, and even then it was barely audible, adding further to the awkward atmosphere that this chamber are filled with.

Well, it was awkward for Cattleya and Eleonore at the very least, not that it was their fault, per se. Just a moment ago, the Human reptile in front of them just introduced himself as being their Nephew of all things, through the basis of being the adopted child of their missing Sister, Louise, before they were escorted into this room while Miss Longueville was directed to the guest room just when they are about to make some questions, where they are treated to the sight of a Portrait of their youngest Sister proudly hung on a wall, and some food, cooked by the chef of this crew, a bloody Elf for Founder's sake, which bring them back to the present time, where the Shrimp has gone cold by this point after being left untouched for quite a while, finding themselves mostly staring at the painting on the wall, depicting a Woman with bright pink hair, just like Cattleya and Karin, but possessed the facial feature of Louise, only significantly older than what they could recall of the girl, making her a near spitting image of the Heavy Wind.

Seeing it allowed the two sisters to deduce a conclusion; Louise has been in this world, assuming that it is indeed an entirely different realm from their own, for much longer than they have, enough to look around the same age as their mother judging from the Portrait, and in those time, she has adopted a child, perhaps even more, if Bramman's word were to be believed. Why in the world would she take in a literal Lizard Man who looks like something straight out of a fictional novel they used to read in their youth into the family is something that only the Argonian in question has the answer to, and neither of them felt particularly confident to even ask, unable to find the right word to initiate a conversation with their supposed Nephew, though it would appear that they would not need to, as after a while of no sound to be filled save for the antique clock swinging its pendulum, the red feathered Argonian finally noticed that the two has not partaken with the dining experience as he has hoped, to his immense confusion.

"What's the matter? Eat up." Snapping them from their trance, Bramman urged them with a gesture, motioning toward their plates of Shrimps, and grilled leeks, accompanied by other platters of food such as pastries and the like, something they have not even tried out yet. On top of that, they haven't even touched their wine, and he has gone out of his way to pour out his stash of Shadowbanish Brand he purchased from Cyrodiil from a certain High Elf Inn-keeper in an establishment outside of the Imperial City, the only known reliable source of these fabled vintages that he only savor during special occasion due to their limited amount. maybe they do not enjoy the smell the Shrimp are making? If so, he could not fault them too much, most of Black Marsh's Cuisine does not exactly whet one's appetite, and even for the Boil, which is favored by even the like of Altmer, doesn't have the most pleasant of odor, mostly due to the fact that these shrimps lived in the vast swamp of the Argonian's homeland. Even so, however, they should at least give it a taste, considering that a lot of people were apprehensive about the dish until they actually had a bite of it. Even Viarir has taken a liking to it, even if the High Elf refuses to admit that. Always been the prideful one.

"S-Sorry, we are still...trying to process the situation." Ah, makes sense, what he has told them does indeed come as a shock for them both. This is technically the first time they have met, and until today, Bramman only knows about the rest of his Mother's side of the family through the recounting of her life she would do on occasion, reminiscing with a sense of nostalgia one could get with a time long gone. From what he can tell, his mother was from some realm of Oblivion inhabited by mortals, similar to stories he heard about the Shivering Isles, and was unwillingly sent to Tamriel, either through the machinations of some Daedric Princes or the whim of the Divines above, so she has not seen either her siblings or parents in the past 44 years, the same must be true for them as well, though he does wondered why it took them this long to appeared and why choose to appeared now, "If I could ask...Bramman, was it? Are you really adopted by Louise?"

"Indeed I was. Hard to believe I know. She has to clarify that every time someone asks." At the memories of his exasperated Mother explaining to about anyone she met that indeed, those ten children were all hers, Bramman could not help but chuckle. Usually, Argonian Orphan is a rare sight, even more so when their parents are not members of the Reptilian race themselves. Because most people are not comfortable with the prospect of raising one of the Beast Race while being a Man or Mer, such a thing is quite unprecedented in most Provinces, but clearly, his Mother was an outlier to this belief, adopting at least ten Children, each from one of the Ten Dominating Races, all of whom she could not care less about their Origin and their species, simply treating them as if she has given birth to them. He could not be more thankful for that, "I was taken in around 40 years or so. At the time, Mother was an adventurer, traveling Tamriel in search of all manner of glories. I was a pickpocket back then, trying to steal from her, but she treated me with such generosity that I was baffled. And then, a few weeks later, she came back and adopted me, gave me a home, and a loving family. Thanks to her, I got to live a peaceful life until I decided to go on my own path. I can't thank her enough for that. She is truly a wonderful person. But that aside, Soon, I formed my crew when I came to Hammerfell, and the rest is history."

Hearing the accounts from their Nephew brought a smile on both Cattleya and Eleonore alike, hearing their Sister being praised and held in such high regard, even if the latter was quite disappointed that Bramman would turn to a life of Crime, but then again, she knows better than to criticize the Captain of the Ship they are standing on, so she decided to stay her tongue. Her thoughts aside, it would appear that Louise has become a traveler of sorts, journeying through Tamriel, the land they seem to be on, going by the map pinned on the wall, so that is one less thing to ask. Still, they have plenty on their mind at the current moment, so they might as well get them out of the way, "Bramman, why did you become a Pirate?" Came a question from Eleonore, doing her best to sound polite, hoping that she didn't offend the Argonian with the inquiry, but she needed to know his reason first before she judged him. Everyone becomes the way that they are for one reason or another.

"...I got this a lot. Many people asked me why I didn't join my Brother, Alesan in working for our Family's Trading Company, and instead form a crew of bandits." It is a common question at this point, but not without a reason. He is acutely aware of the general opinion the people have of him when it comes to the members of the Valliere Family. Opinions varied from member to member, with some being viewed with much more respect than others, but the general consensus is that Bramman was the Black Sheep of the Ten Children, and publically denounced as a disgrace, even if everyone in the actual family itself still welcomes him.

"I supposed it is more or less to live up to the Legacy of my Forefather. Red Bramman the First was among the greatest Pirates to ever walk the land. When I discovered my Heritage, I quickly became obsessed with succeeding in his legacy and becoming a Pirate myself. A romanticized view, I admit. By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late. The Bounty on my head was too high, and if I just return to my family, I will bring shame to them." He could easily pay the Price on his head with Gold, which he never has a shortage of, but after the crimes he has committed and the enemies he has made, it is less troublesome not to. Was it selfish of him? Yes, it is, and he has no excuse. That is just the person that he is. Honestly, sometimes, he wished that everyone would disown him as they claimed to the officials, it would make him feel less terrible about himself, "Feel free to condemn me, it is the only sensible thing to do."

"Hold on, did you just say, Trading Company-"

Cattleya would have interjected, had it not been for the First mate bursting in for the second time today, rearing his reptilian head that is colored with urgency, much more than before, telling the Captain that something was wrong, but he could never anticipated as to what, "Captain! That woman! SHE IS HOLDING THE QUARTERMASTER HOSTAGE!"

"WHAT?!" Rising from his seat in alarm, Bramman and his Aunts shared a look of shock on their faces, knowing who it was that Stride was referring to, but that is precisely why they were taken aback by the news. Longueville, what are you doing? "Where is she?!" The Red-scaled Argonian demanded in fury, retrieving his scimitar from the side of his seat as he marched outside, intended to make extensive use of the weapon, with Eleonore and Cattleya accompanying him closely behind, both to ensure that their Nephew would not do what they thought he would, as well as wanting some answers themselves. Just what could have instigated the Secretary of old Osmond to do something as drastic as that? Was it because of the Elves they saw earlier?

"Right here, Lizard." From the deck, they could hear the taunting voice of the Green-haired Woman calling out, where she was surrounded by every Corsairs on hand, yet none of them dared to advance forward, for one of their crew members was being held against his will in the grip of the Longueville, who had her wand out, and the demonstration of her magic has caused them to realize the threat she poses, deterring them from getting closer, lest she uses her art on the Quartermaster, a Bosmer who was trying his best to not move, like a rabbit caught in a den of wolves, "Let cut to the chase, shall we? I want all of your Golds, and a boat out of this stinking ship." Those solid, gleaming coins would possess untold values back in Halkeginia. Imagined how beneficial it would be for the Orphanage.

"...At least you are upfront. I can respect that." Sneering at the sight of her holding his crew Hostage, Bramman slowly unsheathed his sword, revealing a curved, jagged blade with segregated edges, resembling the fangs of a feral beast. To others, it simply looked like a wicked blade that seemed to be pulsing with an ominous glow, but to any blacksmith worth their salt, this weapon was more than just that, for it was a blade that could only be forged under certain condition, such as when the moon was red, where beneath that crimson light, a demonic heart is tossed into the blazing cinder of the Forge, bringing forth an equally Evil Blade into existence, "Aunt Cattleya, Aunt Eleonore, stay back. It's Dangerous."

"So you are really serious about this whole family thing. Never knew that Zero Brat would raise a monster."

"...I'll feed you your own heart for that insult." With that declaration, Bramman burst forth, scimitar in hand, prepared to cut down the woman in front of him. Not expecting him to act, Longuville made the fatal mistake of targeting him with her spell rather than on the hostage, with a blast of concentrated energy launched at him, only for the attack, to the utter astonishment of the Mages, to be slice asunder with a swing of the Weapon that the Argonian wielded, for his Blade, Daedric in Origin, are the bane of all thing supernatural, capable of destroying anything that is magic in nature, from ghost to pure spell itself.

"Wha-?!" Never had the opportunity to realize her mistake, as Bramman closed the distance between him and Longuville, where he proceeded to slam the hilt of his curved blade onto her head, knocking her out cold, with the last thing she saw before consciousness left her, was a certain half-elf girl and a certain Orphanage. Seem like she won't be seeing them anytime soon...

"...That's the end of that." Seeing that she no longer moved, with a kick across the head for good measure, Bramman huffed, sheathing his weapon. As much as he would wanted to go through with his threat, now this is not the time, he needed to calm down his crew after this fiasco, "Rashen, take her to the cell. We'll be dropping her off at Solitude later."

"Yes, captain." Although still shaken from earlier, the Redguard did as he was told, picking up the unmoving body of Longueville, throwing her over his shoulder, before descending into the deck vanishing from sight. What a day this is.

"...Are you alright, Capirn?" Now to the hostage, whom Bramman helps in getting him back to his feet, dusting him off and checking on him. Aside from a few bruises, he seems to be doing fairly well for the most part, nothing a couple of healing potions can't fix.

"I'm fine Cap'ain, but damn, I have to admit, that woman packs a punch."

"At least you are alive. Though I do wonder why she wanted our Gold. She looks well-off enough."

"Hhmph, maybe she got a Sister or something and she tried to get by stealing from others. Yeah right, as if."

"Well, hopefully, we did not do something that would affect us in the long run. Now then, let's-" ROAAAAAAAAAAR! "Dragons?!… Wait…That roar...It's...Odahviing's. Mother?"

""Louise?""

To be Continued...

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