Unconquerable Soul

Irila

As she opens her eyes, she finds herself in the middle of the ocean. She lays on a bit of wood on her back, facing the scorching sun. Her sunburnt skin aches as she sits up to view her surroundings. There is nobody. There are corpses of sailors and captains floating around her, along with debris. The realization of her situation is now clear in her head. 

She was alone, a horrible type of alone. 

She lays back down on what used to be her rowboat and thinks of the mishap that had gotten her here. She searches for any little bit of what used to be The Lacrimae, a cargo ship that she had been secretly working on.

 She wasn't welcomed to join the crew due to her femininity. But it didn't stop her. She became Tatio Minomisa. A man, who was considered one of the strongest aboard. The men thought she was superior to the Captain and wanted him gone. In fact, the mutiny is what got her where she is right now. She agreed to help, but one of the sailors agreed to help the Captain. The gunpowder underneath the deck had been ignited by that snake. 

The Captain was going to simply use the rowboat to get away from the explosions, killing all his crew and her, but saving himself. But she knew better. 

That night, she tricked the Captain by showing her true identity. "Is there something you need, son?" He said, standing from his seat. He was a strong, tall man, and very surprisingly young to be captain of a ship. But he was cruel. He had men hung for questioning his word and owned more than one plantations filled to the brim with slaves. "Sir, I have an important confession." She waited for a response. 

"Continue." She got his attention. 

"Sir, you call me son but that is incorrect," She waited for another response. 

"What do you mean?" He was slightly frightened of her, knowing the crew looked up to her. But, he wasn't afraid for much longer.

 She unbuttoned the first three buttons of her shirt, exposing her cleavage. 

The Captain cleared his throat, trying to keep his professionalism in frame. "I'm not going to kick you off the ship, but as of tomorrow, the crew will be informed that a lady is aboard. What is your real name lass?" 

She smirked and took her petticoat off, so she was just in her buttoned shirt and knee-length pants and smirked. "Irila Omisa," she walked to the point of being face to face with the Captain. He was panicked. She pushed him back down to his seat and straddled him, taking his hands and placing them on her hips as she put her arms around his neck. 

"You know that you're going down with us," she said, pulling him closer to her.

 "M-maybe we can work something out..." he stuttered which made her giggle. She got off of him and walked around to the back of him, clutching his shoulders in her hands. She leaned in to whisper in his ear.

 "Indeed we can."

 She quickly moved back and kicked the chair over. The Captain lay on his stomach, the perfect position to be crippled. She took her pistol and shot his back He was still alive, but not to the point that he could leave.

 "Why... You're going to die anyway..." She laughed at his ignorance. 

"You thought I was going to stay here while this wretched piece of shit explodes?" And with that, she left his quarters to deal with the rest of the crew. 

She sliced and shot at anyone in her way and didn't stop until the rowboat was afloat. As she started rowing, she heard the splashes of sailors. They swam to the boat, each one trying to get in but only one successful, but ripping it apart in the progress. The ship exploded with no warning, debris hitting her boat and tearing it to a simple plank of wood. It was just her and the crew floating in the water. Good enough.

PROLOGUE END