Twelfth Night: A Amourshipping and Rocketshipping Story

Chapter 1

Twas a long time ago when our tale occurred. A time when the age of kings and emperors was replaced with an age when dukes, counts, and lords ruled the regions of our world. Some ruled entire regions. Others ruled sections or islands. Whatever the case, the people of nobility governed the world. Some were born into noble families, giving them the right to rule when their parents passed, while others from wealthy families became nobility through marriage. Many who married into nobility did so for political power, financial comfort, or out of lust for the man or lady ruling the land. Still, there are occasions when the noble and the non-noble desire one another for no greater reason than love.

It began one evening with a ship sailing from the Kalos region to the Alola region. Members of Kalos high society were sailing for a retreat the Duke of Akala Island was hosting. Lords and ladies ate and drank in merriment inside the ship's dining hall, disregarding the rain and thunder outside.

The ship's commanding officer, Captain Drake, entered the dining hall with his uniform drenched, eager for a warm meal before going back outside. He was a tall, well-built man with a crooked white mustache and had been commanding passenger ships since before his fellow sailors were born. After ordering a bowl of stew to a waiter, he looked around until he found a table occupied by one of his sailors. The sailor had black hair that reached his shoulders, and he ate his supper quietly, his light blue eyes fixed on his stew as though he was alone in the dining hall. The sailor saw Captain Drake approaching him and stood up to salute with his saluting hand still holding his spoon.

"Captain," the sailor greeted.

"At ease, Mr. Woodward," Captain Drake said.

Coovers Woodward nodded and returned to his meal while Captain Drake sat opposite him. They ate their supper quietly, ignoring the rowdy, wealthy passengers. This was not their first voyage where they had to deal with the nobility enjoying their comfort while the crew worked hard. Coovers took a swig of his mug of beer to wash down his bread, then looked out the window, where he could see it was still raining outside.

"I hope it doesn't take too long for this storm to pass," Coovers said.

"Storms like this come and go. It's the way of things," Captain Drake said. "Truth be told, Coovers, I'm more unsettled that we're so close to the Kanto region. We shouldn't come across any of their ships in this weather, but it's not a place I like to be around."

"I hear that, sir," Coovers said. "I've had some bad luck in Viridian City myself."

"Indeed? Better make sure you keep that to yourself. You never know when that information can be used against you," Captain Drake said.

"Yes, sir," Coover said.

Captain Drake nodded in approval before he and Coovers returned to their meal. Then, they heard a piano playing, and they turned their heads to see two women in their mid-twenties with honey-blonde hair dressed like Arabian dancers. The women wore face veils covering everything but their green eyes. One woman played the piano while the other stood beside it, facing the nobility, The passengers focused on their food and conversations, however, only half-hearing the pianist pay an upbeat tune while her companion began to sing.

When daisies pied and violets blue

And lady-smocks all silver-white

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,

The cuckoo then, on every tree,

Mocks married men; for thus sings he:

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!" the pianist sang in a low voice.

All eyes turned to the pianist as the audience wasn't sure of what they had just heard. The pianist's voice was so low that it sounded more masculine than feminine. The singer looked at her companion, who continued playing as though nothing was wrong, and then at the audience. After a couple of beats, she cleared her throat and continued singing.