Noblesse of the Dead [A Noblesse FanFiction]→Rewritten

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ◃───▹ ʟɪᴇs

In the previous chapter. . .

"See you, Raizel!" She weaved, walking away.

"See you, Anna." He sadly replied, watching his dear friend go.

Now we continue.

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Covered by a cloak, Annalise walked in the direction of a town to request a boat for her journey. The way to Valirya was risky and filled with dangers - pirates, marine monsters, or just sharks in general.

Annalise knew those waters like the palm of her hand, after all, she used to be the princess of this kingdom.

The best route was to go through the Kraken's waters, circle the Peninsula of the War and reach E-Rantel, the capitol, in two days worth of sailing.

She wasn't happy to realise that the Kraken's waters were the best one out of all of them, yet it was the shortest, going through the ship cemetery, waters once dominated by the marine corps.

Arriving at a port-town named Phot, (A/N: It literally means "port" in Korean lol) she began looking around, in search of the dock.

Walking down the road filled with several servants doing the shopping for their masters, vendors yelling out their newest promotion and a sick smell of fish and fruits in the air.

Not the best combination, may she say.

Out of nowhere, a man bumped into her, making the amber eyed beauty land on her rear end with a groan of soreness.

"Shit..." she cursed under her breath as she no longer felt the hood on top of her raven hair.

"Who the hell-!" The male voice stopped its cussing as his eyes landed on the beautiful woman on the ground.

Her hood fallen, revealing shinny coal colored hair, a pair of amber pools, a small nose and pink plumped lips. The beauty's oval shaped head sustained by a long, slender neck, attached to a voluptuous body whose curves could make any man die on the spot. Her small frame adorned in a black, tight, long sleeved dress with golden details going from her "V" shaped neckline, down to the slit in her dress going from the bottom to just above mid-thigh, black lace stockings hugging her long legs and a pair of knee-long high heeled boots. The whole outfit complimented by the red velvet cloak draped over her shoulders.

"Wow..." the man breathed out, openly staring at the lady on the ground.

Just as he was offering his hand for her to take, Annalise rose to her feet, dusted her dress and cloak, and, shooting the man a nasty glare, she walked away in the direction of the port.

With a dumbfounded look, the black haired man ran after the golden eyed beauty.

"I apologize for bumping into you, My Lady." He apologized, falling into step with her. "My name is Ronan, Jonathan Ronan."

With an eyebrow raised, she shot back, "And I'm supposed to know that because...?"

Ronan smiled. "Why, you wound me, MiLady." He put a hand on his chest for dramatic emphasis.

As he was about to shoot another comment, his brown eyes noticed the direction the beauty was headed - the port.

"Now why would a pretty lady such as yourself be going to the port?" Ronan asked with a coy grin.

Thinking carefully of her next words, Annalise replied, "I'm looking for a boat to take me to Valirya within two days."

The black haired man was shocked. "Two days?!" He shouted. "You do realize that you'll have to go thought-"

"Through the Kraken's waters? The most dangerous seas to wander in?" She cut him off. "Of course. I'm not stupid, you see. A tad crazy, but not stupid."

Ronan paused his steps, watching her keep walking as if nothing was wrong. Who is this girl? He thought to himself. She had to be a noble, yet her aura seceded it, being far greater than that.

Running to get back to her, he asked mid-run, "And what if, and I'm saying totally theoretically, what if you find someone crazy enough to take you there? What will you do?"

Casting him a side glance, she stopped walking and faced him. "I am willing to pay for their service, and, as for what I will do once I get there, that is a personal matter that I cannot inform you of."

He was surprised. Not only was she the first woman to deny his charms, she was the most well thought and cunning one yet.

Then, an idea popped up in his head.

"What if I take you there?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You have a ship?"

"Yes ma'am." He slyly responded. "I am also known as 'Captain Ronan' on my ship." He bowed mockingly. "So, what do you say M'lady? Join me on my ship?"

After a while, a side smirk appeared on her pinkish lips. "Under one condition - I am not to be touched by your crew members on the duration of the sailing. And as soon as we hit land, I pay you and we never see each other again."

He didn't hear her second demand as the first one made a question mark appear above his head. "What do you mean 'not to be touched'?"

Putting one hand on her hip, the other one pressed a finger on his chest rather roughly.

"I am not one to trust easily people who lie, especially pirates, mate."

Once again, she surprised him. Well, well, well, ain't she smart? He smirked.

"You're sharp." He pointed out.

The ravenette shrugged. "Been told before." Her amber eyes stared into his brown ones, as if tearing into his soul. "Now," she struck a hand forward, "do we have a deal?"

Grinning, the pirate shook her gentle hand. "We have a deal."

A second of staring passed until Ronan broke it with a question.

"What's your name, M'lady? I can't just take people I don't know on my ship."

Blowing some air to take a strand of hair out of her face, Annalise intertwined her hands behind her back and said, "Call me Anna for now."

"Nice meeting you, Anna." Ronan smirked.

To be continued. . .

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Captain Jonathan Ronan:

See ya, my diamonds!