Heres a sneak look at my newest project! Who wants pirates, krakens, mermaids and a mad wizard? What do you think? :) ____________________________________________ The Razors Edge drifted with the ebb and flow of the Sanguine Ocean. The light wind crafted small peaks that slapped against the hull with a regular beat. Seagulls circled and dove into the slow wake, looking for scraps thrown from the galley. A pure blue sky above allowed the harsh sun to beat down without the filter of clouds. The crew sought what little shade the sides of the vessel offered. There was never any down time on a pirate ship, only quiet time to perform mundane duties put aside in the jostle of action. Some men mended nets, a few polished the brass fittings until they shone and the mechanic undertook routine maintenance. While the vessel appeared to be lazing in the sun, in fact she was a predator scanning the horizon for her prey. Like the tiger who waited in the jungle for the rustle of vegetation, the crew waited for any sign of another ship. The Razors Edge ran by sail from her two masts, so they could creep up unseen and unheard on their target. Their engine slumbered, even the fires were dampened so as not to emit a tell tail puff of smoke. Steam powered merchant vessels plied the oceans, their holds laden with cargoes from other lands and provinces. The trick was to find one to plunder before a Regulator airship dropped on your from above like a vulture. Regulators were lawman patrolling both sea and land, but they were often little better than sanctioned pirates stealing in the name of taxes and fines. Fenton sat on the deck off to one side, apart from the others, as he let the crude jokes of the other men wash over him. With long fingers he worked on the fishing net in his lap. These quiet moments gave him time to contemplate his life. With each day that passed he loathed his path a fraction more. He preferred the chaos of battle with no time to think, only to react. Kill or be killed and each time he wondered why he bothered to raise his sword. Or did he lack the courage to stand his ground and let an opponent run him through? He had no name other than Fenton and didnt know if it was his Christian name or surname. The day the captain purchased him as a lad he gave him those two syllables and never any more. He had no memory of his life before, only of the captain checking his teeth, looking behind his ears and muttering Ill take him. Ever since he lived his life on board and rarely ventured onto land. He found his stomach turned on shore like other men suffered at sea. The fates anchored him to the ocean and the ore-mancers of Darjee chained him to Captain Dragut Reis. His freedom would come with death, there was no other way to break his bond.
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