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How to destroy a ship (a real one)

A/N: I had this dream a while ago where I was in the Grishaverse with a friend of mine before the stories began. So here it is, modified to make enough sense without being a dream.

To those who haven't read the Grishaverse books (from Leigh Barugo), please do. For those who did, I hope you like it!

Like everyday, a crowd squeezed itself between the doors of the Kooperom, impatiently waiting for their turn to buy the heavenly good waffles of Ketterdam's most famous food shop. Three customers fought their way out of the building, protecting their waffles fiercely with their bodies until they finally stepped out in the fresh sea air. They sighed in relief, examining their treats to make sure that they remained unscattered.

"Waiting in line for that long was a waste of time." a girl around sixteen years old groaned.

With her free hand, she pulled a strand of dark hair out of her eyes protected by large glasses. Her short curls reminded one of a black sheep, tempting anyone to ruffle her hair. The brown of her eyes was the color of chocolate, sweet and warm.

"Totally worth it." her sister contested, sinking her teeth in her waffle without caring about the chocolate that stuck to her upper lip.

No one would have guessed that they were siblings, let alone twins. The second sister had light brown hair and dark blue eyes. Her pale skin was strewn with freckles that multiplied as soon as she spent some time in the sun.

"I'm sure Jordie will be happy to have a waffle." the last one commented.

It was a younger boy with short, black hair and features that were surprisingly sharp for a child. He was holding one in each hand, the second one was reserved for his older brother.

The girls nodded with a smile and they strolled in the streets of Ketterdam, heading towards one of the harbors. The sun was setting but it was still lively. Seagulls flew over their heads, their hoarse cries echoing between the houses, mixed with the laughs of the tourists disguised as characters of the Komedie Brute. The vivid colors of the costumes added joy to the gray and muddy streets, standing out in the last sunbeams of the day. When they arrived, they searched for a boy around the girls' age who was supposed to meet them there.

"We're early." the boy declared.

The girls didn't answer, focused on a boat that was docked not too far away. Two men were guarding it, their pistols hidden in their holsters in order not to scare the workers away but ready to be used anytime. Generally, the number of stadwatch had increased recently due to repeated incidents. Empty ships mysteriously exploded during the night without any traces nor witnesses as the few stadwatch guarding the harbor strangely all fell asleep without remembering what had happened. No one had been able to identify the cause. Some believed it was the Saint's will, some simply thought it was some thief's making. But the strangest fact in this affair was the emptiness of the ships. Why would one sink some ships that didn't even shelter treasures to steal?

A few boats away was docking a ship that they had never seen before. But the girls immediately recognized its name. The Volkvolny. How could they not know that name? It wasn't famous yet, but it would soon be thanks to its captain. They knew it. Because they had read the books.

"Arya? Kovya?" the little boy called his friends.

They turned towards him, exchanging meaningful stares, their eyes shining excitedly.

"Does this boat mean anything special?" he wanted to know, curious about their reaction.

"Of course! The captain is Arya's future-"