Vampyre and Pirate Captain. Lyria Blackwood was many things but she never expected to become the salvation of the sea.
Due to the blood running through her immortal veins, she may be the only one to break the curse plaguing her seas. Forming an unl...
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~ Around 1700s ~
Sea waves crashed against the dark wood of the ship, rocking it violently. Rain lashed down on the crew and its captain; not that they felt it chilling their bones. Thunder boomed ahead and the lightning that streaked the sky lit up the faces of the soaked pirates, along with the contorted face of the figurehead at the prow; highlighting the lighter wood used for the fangs of the beast.
In a sense of irony, the figurehead was a fanged animal, deadly and top of the food chain. A great representative of the crew.
The ship was huge, and as unbreakable as the people who sailed it. Matching the figurehead, the massive black flag had a harshly painted fang, with a splash of red dripping off the tip. This was not a pirate ship to mess with.
Not a single crew member flinched at the storm brewing around them as they tied down cargo and crates. However, they did shudder when they heard the furious voice of their Captain rising above the storm.
Prepping their ship to ensure it would be safe overnight when they docked in the port of Singapore, the crew tried to ignore the argument raging behind them, harsher than the storm. An argument that they had been listening to since they had left the last port regarding humans.
"James!" Captain Lyria Blackwood screamed after her Second. "Don't you dare walk away from me!"
James Mikaelson rolled his eyes as the footsteps of his Captain stormed after him, her temper more violent than any storm. James was willing to do anything for his Captain - she had saved his life after all - but sometimes, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to get under her skin every now and again. A job that he did so well.
"Sorry, Princess, but you don't own me." James didn't even turn to look at her, knowing her face would be red with rage. Smirking to himself, he tried to hold in his laughter as she let out a menacing growl.
"James, you're walking a dangerous line." Caleb murmured, his eyes trained on Lyria's form. As her Third, he was constantly monitoring her. Ensuring he knew her mood, where she was, and who was near her.
Whilst James may be her second-in-command, her 'heir to the throne', Caleb was her shadow; her protector.
"Stop worrying so much, Caleb. You know she loves us too much to harm any of us. Even me."
"You spoke too soon."
Not even fully getting the chance to turn, James was slammed against the mast as Lyria used her inhuman speed to grip him by the throat. Struggling against her grip, James fought to get air into his lungs as his Captain pressed down harder on his windpipe.
"If I say, don't walk away from me, do not walk away from me. I am your Captain and you will obey me." Lyria hissed, loosening her grip when James continued to squirm. "We are not in Singapore to feed, so stay away from the humans. We need to keep a low profile. What part of that do you fail to understand? Do not attract attention to us. Those are your orders!"
