I was at a Convention this weekend, so I did not get anything done then. So for this week’s blog post, here is the first in a Series of Web Fiction in the same world as “The Allmother’s Fire”.
The problem with sword fighting while falling from one flying ship to another was the wind kept whipping Noviani’s hair in her face. Well, that probably wasn’t the one problem with it, the lithe Air Pirate Captain admitted to herself as she spread out her arms and legs, hoping the wind would catch her pantaloons and allow her to glide slightly to the right so that she would land on the rapidly approaching deck below her and not miss it, plummeting to her death when she would eventually fall into the Sun Below.
The large brute that was slightly above her and relatively horizontal was another problem, she conceded. More likely the large cutlass he brandished at her repeatedly was the true issue, and she had to spastically crane her head and flail her limbs away from him rapidly so as not to lose them, breaking how she was trying to position herself to catch the wind. Fire seemed to erupt from her shoulder as the tip of his weapon shallowly scratched Noviani there, slicing effortlessly through her silken sleeve. Thankfully he was not of noble blood, so that fire was a figurative feeling, and not a literal flame burning her skin.
“DIEYOUSCURVYDOG” or some other such nonsense was screamed at her by the First Mate of the Sky’s Embrace, the grandiose ship the two of them were descending from. Another shallow cut slashed through her other sleeve, and blood began to freely splash out, obscuring her vision almost as much her red hair as it sprayed out everywhere due to the wind. It was not as much as his aim was true that allowed him to land so many blows, as it was that he had a weapon and all she had really was her pouch on her belt, her silken shirt, and her voluminous pantaloons which did not parry sword swipes well.
Noviani decided to focus on that advantages she did have before she bled to death or the big ox landed a luck blow across her neck, so she used both her hands to pull on the exterior of her pants again, this time as she locked her legs together, mildly imitating a horizontal version of the sails the flying ships those of her profession loved to use. To her shock it seemed to do as she hoped, and almost immediately she slowed her decent. This caused her to try to swerve her body, so she did not crash into the large bald cursing moron who was now moving slower than her.
He screamed some sort of impotent threat as she was now above him, and then he finally seemed to focus on what was below him, which was not Noviana’s ship. This allowed new torrent of cursing to eloquently pass his lips as he missed the Smiling Krakken, and would eventually reach the Sun Below. If the giant oaf had not thrown both of them off of his ship Noviani would have sympathy for him and his eventual fate, but as he did she allowed a small smile to curve on her lips. Then she steered herself towards her ship, and saw to her relief the pilot Miano was trying to intercept her as well.
Novianai was definitely stunned when she hit the deck, but something about the strange properties of the wood of the ship that allowed it fly also absorbed most of her energy and she did not break any bones when she hit it. This allowed her to sit up and laugh, as the crew crowded around her. Donello, her First Mate approached her and held out his hand as he said, “Good job Captain, did you get it?”
She sprung to her feet, ignoring Donello’s hand and laughed a full and rich laugh as she unbuckled her pouch and responded, “Why yes I did,” and brought out from the pouch a large gold necklace festooned with gems of all colors and sizes. It seemed to sparkle of it’s own accord, like the Allmother herself was contained within. Not that the prior owner was particularly religious, considering Noviana had met him in a dingy dive bar on a small floating island the day before. It had not taken long to get into his bed, and then his personal chest and run out to the deck where she had fired her musket into the sky trusting that her crew had been following the Sky’s Embrace as planned. The powder had burned bright in the night lit only by the Sun Below, and almost immediately her ship that had been trailing far enough away and below to not be spotted moved towards her, but she had not seen the First Mate who immediately knocked her over the side after she fired the signal.
This did not bother her much now, as she was on her ship and the First Mate would soon be burnt to a crisp, or worse. Her “Uncle” had taught her how to be a Pirate Captain well, and now it was time to pay him back, for a reasonable finder’s fee of course. “Miano, loose these feeble dogs, and set course for Lofonzo for our meeting with Captain Bloodeyes the Allmother’s Grace.” Being a Pirate, who stole from Pirates, to sell to other Pirates was always an adventure. Noviana had avoided any serious consequences so far, and she was sure she would continue to do so.
He woke up feeling empty.
The screams of almost seconds ago were a fading memory, and the pain that had caused them was gone too. Something called “The Sky’s Embrace” had meant something to him once too, but even that idea faded away.
There was one thought, one image in his mind. She had red hair, a pouch that he needed back, and aship that was soon to be dead. A thing with the memories of the First Mate got to his feet and started to climb up from the well he found himself in. His fingernails tore, and blood slowly leaked on his hands as he moved up to the surface. He could feel her approaching, and hopefully it would only be days before his fingers could wrap one final time around her laughing throat.