A young woman kissed by the sea finds herself stranded when her ship sinks. Luckily, she has quite a reputation, and luckily, there's another female pirate willing to give her a chance.
{Yara Greyjoy x OC}
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The wind was ruthless, blowing her hair everywhere, filling people with a harsh cold that was meant to freeze their hearts at one point. The wetness of her clothes was always an interesting feeling. Deema didn't feel the icy cold like she used to, even though she knew she should be shivering, should be feeling a lot worse than she did, actually.
The weight of her eyelids was almost unbearable, but after a few heavy blinks the world started to make sense again. She must have hit her head, to feel this disoriented, to feel this shaky.
She had no idea where she was, only that it was hard, that the wind was too loud, and that the waves were softly crashing against something. Too soft to be on her ship. She turned her head, moved her fingers. Hard, cold, wet rocks. The dark grey stone was different than the rough yet soft wood of her beloved Sea Butterfly.
Memories came dawning back upon her, slow but heavy, her head banging in a way she hadn't felt in years. Still not fully back to the present, she looked the other way, finding a young man sprayed out over the rocks. He had dried blood o his clothes, stains that would forever be a reminder, but he looked unharmed and was breathing.
"Millet," she breathed, pushing herself up, her head starting to clear. The sea was barely out of reach, they'd been spit upon the shore, Deema's ship nowhere in sight, probably already surrounded by curious fish, waiting for someone to dive in to look for the gold she'd captured over time. "Millet, wake up."
The man stirred, he groaned and coughed, but Deema was glad to see there was no water in his lungs. He would be okay.
Her legs were shaking as she pushed herself up fully, feeling better and deciding to see what the sea had decided to give them. While the waves had been unnaturally high, Deema didn't blame the sea for the wreck. Instead, she blamed the other pirates that had attacked her when they were at their weakest. A small console was that she'd seen most of those men drown, and she was certain the ship would be sinking or was already filled with water and death.
The rocks hurt her feet, she'd lost her shoes. They seemed to be in a place a bit deeper than the land, but the climb seemed tough. The rocky shore carried nothing but the two people. All they had was what the sea hadn't claimed, which wasn't even a copper coin. How the hell would they ever leave? The prospect of working brought utter distaste. She'd been a Captain for years, and wouldn't want to spend days working on the land.
"Captain?" She turned around to see Millet sitting up, rubbing his head, looking quite pale but very much alive. "Where are you going?"
She moved back to the man, seeing no point in walking further amongst the cursed shore. "Seems like we've only got ourselves. Can you walk?"
