Serena Larkscope dances her way to the captain’s wheel, an excited smile on her face. Excited for what? For finally making port after days and days at sea.
Serena, better known by her alias “Spitfire Burnwalker,” is the captain of her ship, The Crimson Corsair - when she has it, at least. Sometimes she’s mutinied, sometimes she’s marooned, sometimes she loses her ship, and sometimes all of the above happens at once. But of all the lessons Spitfire has learned throughout the years, this is the biggest one - to never give up.
Today was one of those “perfect” days for the young captain. The sunset shines brilliantly and reflects on the particularly deep blue ocean tonight. The breeze in the Corsair’s sails was thankfully soft, and was blowing in the direction Burnwalker had wanted to sail tonight.
No Man’s Landing, of course, is a peninsula - almost all sides are covered by water except for one, thus disqualifying it for the title of “island.” But at the docks, No Man’s Landing is known by sailors and pirates as simply Port Landing.
Spitfire smiles as a gust of wind hits her in the face, her curly, orange hair blowing in as the wind.
“We’re almost there, Captain,” chirps her first mate, Isaiah Jacketblast - known better as his nickname Zai. He has short, white hair and a blue coat that’s fit more for a captain than a first mate. He was thin and had little strength like Clyde Gleamgrind or agility like Nikki Throttleedge when it came to fighting, but he’d always the wisest of the bunch - sometimes even wiser than the captain herself! Spitfire had always told Isaiah he would succeed her as captain if anything happened to her.
“We’d better be almost there,” barks Nikki with a scowl, who had insisted not to be called by a nickname so everyone just knows her as Nikki. She has black hair that goes to her shoulders, with dyed purple highlights that shine and glisten in the sunset’s light. Her scowl is directed at Spitfire.
Spitfire just sighs, keeping her eyes locked on the horizon. She sometimes wishes her crew would cooperate a bit more.
A pirate’s life, eh?
Her gaze shifts on a tavern in the distance, dubbed “Landing Pub.” Spitfire smirks in amusement. Not very original of a name, eh?
Finally, as the ship eases toward the dock, Clyde, who has such a short name already that he doesn’t need a nickname, drops the heavy, silver anchor with a grin on his freckled face. Since the crew had been out at sea for days, he’s just glad to finally make port once again.
The ship finally slows down, and they descend down the long, wooden ramp to the docks of Landing Port.
Spitfire and Clyde give toothy grins as they walk, brown boots meeting cobblestone ground. Isaiah just smiles softly - and Nikki forces the slightest bit of a smile on her face.
“C’mon, Nik,” Clyde says, grin morphing into a smirk. “Smile! You can do it!”
Whatever part of a smile Nikki had is now gone. She drops it instantly, giving Clyde an irritated glare.
Clyde just chuckles, then punches Isaiah in the arm. “Zai, you wanna head with me to the tavern?” Zai nods slightly, so Clyde looks at Spitfire. “Cap’n?”
“Oh, I’m a’ight,” Spitfire replies in a thick Irish accent. “You two go ahead an’ carry on.” She gives them a wink as the two boys run off toward the tavern. Spitfire glances at Nikki with her signature mischievous smile. “So, Nik, where are you headin’ to now that yer feet are on land once again?”
“Fog Rock Compound,” Nikki says, still in a brisk tone. “The Isle. My brother works there.”
“Does ‘e now…” Spitfire mutters under her breath. Louder, she adds, “Great! Family reunion an’ all. Enjoy.”
Nikki just nods, then briskly walks off toward the dock that carries boats to the Isle.
And now Captain Spitfire Burnwalker is left all alone in Port Landing. She walks around the docks, noticing ships and their different decorations like she always does. Some she envies, and some she laughs out loud at. But one… One struck her attention.
It was a big ship, with large sails - and two men, in the outfits of captains, talking and smiling.
I wonder what those two are up to. Spitfire smiles, then waves from below. “Wha’ a nice ship ya ‘ave,” she yells up to one of the two captains - she doesn’t know which one is the captain - hoping he can hear her.