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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Deema could not care less about the building and insisted to be dropped off by her friend instantly, getting a 'killjoy' from Yara. In the end, she regretted not taking the tour because Millet continued to be the voice of reason and agreed with Lady Yara Greyjoy.
"Because she's right!" He exclaimed after her so manyth complaint. He obviously was feeling better and bolder now that they were in a place that Deema did not rule. "Look, you have a reputation, you might get work on another ship, but from what I've gathered, Lady Yara is a Captain. Do you honestly wish to work beneath a man? You?"
He was right, which made it all the more frustrating. "You're an asshole, you know that?" She spat, kicking the empty chair and running a hand through her hair. The sun was setting, and while Deema wasn't tired, she needed to lie down. "I'm not listening to you, but I said I'd think about it, so I will.'
The man on the bed shrugged, looking out of the window. He had some color back on his face, and had been given new clothes. It seemed like coming there had been a good choice. "You look better, Millet," she said, her tone softer, gentler. "If you need me I'm just a few rooms over."
It was her intention to go to the room she'd been given, but glancing into the room with nothing more than a bed and a little dresser, she closed the door again. Deema wasn't supposed to be there, she would be able to make it on her own, she had, once before. She was still as beautiful as she was all those years ago, she could do it. But she couldn't leave Millet behind. And yet she couldn't stay inside, either.
Certain that she could find a place that looked out over the ocean, she decided to look for the exit. Why did her ship have to sink? It was a stupid set back, one that she couldn't afford, not with winter looming over them. She refused to sit out the season far away, avoiding Westeros because it was cold and she didn't have enough gold for food.
Now, maybe she'd have to, unless she could track her ship back down and somehow drag the crates filled with gold and jewels back up. It seemed unlikely.
"Trying to leave already?"
Deema got pulled from her thoughts by the voice of Yara Greyjoy. "Are you following me, Greyjoy?" The pace was sped up, hoping she'd get the hint. But Yara did not, or maybe did not care.
"I was going to my ship," she said, keeping up with the taller woman with ease. "Now where are you going?"
Puffing out a breath, Deema looked firmly ahead. "Out," despite not looking, she could feel Yara waiting for more. "I don't like castles or land. I'm searching for the sea."
"Or for a ship to steal?" Her tone wasn't accusing, in fact, Deema couldn't make much of it at all.
"Unless I kill you, I won't steal from you," Deema said, not able to keep the annoyance out of her voice. She did have honor and the skills to back it up, too.
