The pirate witch had a lot of dislikes and fears. She did not like to be holed up with a lot of people in cramped spaces. She disliked loud bangs and could not stand the sound of a sea shanty. But most of all, she had an overwhelming fear of the open seas and oceans.
There was, however, one thing she liked more than anything: treasure. And if getting her hands on treasures meant having to cast draining magic just to prevent herself from throwing up constantly, then she supposed that was a price she had to pay.
That said, she'd still rather try to find a Fountain of Fearlessness than a Fountain of Youth.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
ContoMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
