A young woman kissed by the sea finds herself stranded when her ship sinks. Luckily, she has quite a reputation, and luckily, there's another female pirate willing to give her a chance.
{Yara Greyjoy x OC}
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CHAPTER NINETEEN - I love you
They'd been sailing for some time, Deema growing restless. Euron was going to kill Yara, and they might not be fast enough to save her. She was following the ships of the Iron born, but neither hers nor their ships seemed to be going fast enough.
It wasn't like her to worry like that, but then again, she'd never had much to lose. That had changed, she realized. It was selfish, and she knew that, but she wanted to see Yara a last time, hold her a last time, see the edges of her mouth turn upwards when Deema smiled at her. She wanted to tell her that she loved her, even if she didn't know what she wanted.
There'd been a moment where she thought she did. When Euron had said he'd kill her, she wished she'd stayed on the island, but that wasn't like her. She was a captain who loved a person, but she could never be happy if she did not have a ship or a crew loyal to her. At least not forever.
She would have plenty of time to figure out what she wanted when they found Yara and when Euron was a rotting corpse after having suffered for as long as she could stretch it. When he'd begged her for death. It was a thought that kept her going, making that cocky grin vanish from his face forever. She'd hurt him until even if he lived, he'd never smile or move again. Death would be a mercy.
The ships before her were beginning to shift to the left, as soon as she noticed she snapped her head to Gil, who was steering. "Left!" She shouted at him, rushing to the front of her ship. Could they finally have found Euron's fleet?
It was a foggy morning, and for a moment all there was were the handful of ships in front of her and a layer of fog resting on the sea. It couldn't be longer than a few minutes, but it felt like half a lifetime before she saw another ship. A ship not under Theon Greyjoy's command.
As they drew closer, more shapes came into view. They'd found Euron's fleet, and not too soon either. The Iron Islands were nearing, and Deema knew, that had they reached land before an attack, they stood no chance.
"Alright, let's get ready," she shouted, turning away from the ships. She'd waited for this, and a price would be paid, no matter what. "Prepare for attack, you know your places!" Moving towards her cabinet, she snatched her shortsword, strapping on the light, movable leather armor and tucking as many knives away as she could before tying her hair to the back of her neck. She was ready, she hoped Euron was, too.
The orders had been clear: enter through Theon's ship, and when she entered the deck again, she was glad to see them nearing his ship, men already dragging the walking plate towards the edge. Gods, she was fucking ready.
Next to her, Bella and Glen appeared, seemingly just as ready as she was. "Orders?" Glen asked, eyes on the ship before him. Deema grinned at that. She was their captain and she was going to make Euron regret everything. She was going to see Yara again.
