Out At Sea

“The story, in which I am about to tell. Does not end happily. Nor does it start out as so. Its about the tale, of three Pirates. One, struggling with the darkness within its soul, while the second, act’s wrongly, with good basics of reasons. The third, is the most important. Gender bent and highly risk. I shall tell the tale, of these pirates, and how their fates met, and shatter....”


“Once Upon a time.....”

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“Damn it!”


The sun sent down its rays with such delight, seeing the sweat lift off the people, who dare to sail below. Upon the open sea, where the salt taste mixed wind, brushed along the waters surface. Of all the things, that could go wrong today. It had to be this. Late in the afternoon, when no winds would blow, Shin was struggling to keep her anger down. Her eyes stared, their bright green orbs, bursting with flames, as she watched a small outline, of another ship. Hot on her trail. “To hell!” She cried, her fist smacking the wooden rim, in which she grabbed and leaned upon.

Shin Sida Hell the Fourth, was a very skilled Pirate. People knew of her tales and what she had done. Stealing from one ship to another, leaving barely any one alive. Men spoke her of being the Goddess of death. Her beauty, was one none had ever seen. Her womanly curves, hugged tightly within her clothes. A leather vest, that did nothing to hide her breasts, that bloomed and up thrusts within her white thin ruffled shirt, that lingered under that vest. A black belt, hugged her flat stomach tightly, while breeches, of black hugged her long slender legs, down to her ankles, where sliver buckle shoes rested. The over coat, of pure black with sliver out lines upon the sleeves and calor, made her seem wicked and deadly to mens eyes. Drawing them closer. Her golden skin, showing how she lingered within the burning sun, far more then any lasses they knew. Her hair, like waves of gold, rippled within the air, framing her body in such a delight, mens groins tighten just by the mere look of her. Her young face, high cheek bones, lips like ripe strawberries, her nose straight and small. She was almost like the perfect women.

But when those lips parted, her sharp tongue came out like a whip, leaving men and women to tremble and draw away in fear. Upon her hip, lingered her one and only trade make. A sword, a fencing sword. Thin and slightly long, strained with the blood of many she had cut down. But what made it worth, to remember. What that the blade was made out of pure gold. Shin has a hell of a time, keeping the blade sharp and thin, but it was worth it, to see her enemies blood linger upon it. She was a pirate, ruthless and showed no mercy to the men. Pity for the women she ran across, and tenderness, to the children she came found.

No one could say, Shin had no heart for the little ones.

But the last ship she attacked, to fine such riches, fit for a King, with jewels she could use to give to her ship mates. Who men find down right unreasonable. Shin’s crew, were of a murderess lot, like animals they were. Getting off on the idea of a battle, laughing in pure bliss at the red ruby blood that spilled to the wooden ground. They were like the very spawn of Satan. To make matters worse...

They were all women.

But the last ship they attacked, was indeed. Meant for a king. Which one, Shin didn’t care. It held gold and jewels she could put to use. Feeding her crew, or perhaps...

“Mazuco!!!”

Shin’s voice was harsh and sharp. Striking the attention of her first mate, and her sister, Mazuco. Her sister, who was every bit as opposite of Shin, strolled up. Her hair, was the most outrageous blue. Within the sun, it rippled like pure silk, while her skin, held the palest of white. Like milk, smooth to the touch. Her eyes were of the palest blue, like the cleanest water of the sea. Her clothing, made of deep riches they found upon the ships they stole. A deep violet top, with sleeves that rolled to her elbows and parted within the middle, held together by thin strips. A long strange looking scarf, of pure black wrapped around her small hips, while skin tight black breeches hugged her thighs, tucked neatly into a pair of boots.

Mazuco followed her sister everywhere, to the ends of the Earth if needed. But she stilled wished, for the one thing Shin had promised.

“Ye called, ye old hag.” She muttered, her arms crossing over her chest. Alas, Mazuco, was not blessed with the one thing, her sister held. A bust, to make men drool. But her small breasts fit her just fine, she found big ones to be bothersome. “I’m not old.” Shin grumbled, shoving an eye glass into her sisters chest. “Your just jealous. Now look over the coast. To the east.”

The blue hair mate let out a deep sigh, before looking threw the looking glass, to see a small outline of a ship. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looks like someone gonna get ye.” She sang out, causing Shin to bellow out another stream of curses. “Ye’r lucky mum died before she could hear what leaves ye’r mouth. Shame on you!” Shin only withdrew the looking glass from her sister, placing it back to her right eye, to watch the outline slowly grow larger. “God rest her black soul.” She muttered, before lowering the looking glass back down. “Tis Duo. I know his flag anywhere.” Mazuco let out a frown, Duo Sandor was known as the best bounty hunter. He caught every single Pirate, that lingered upon the kings list. And Shin, was the top one he wanted. Duo took every single person he capture, he always ended up killing them. He was a greedy bastard, no matter how many women say his good looks made them swoon. He was the pure devil in disguise. She sighed softly, Him and Shin were much alike.

“Stacy! Get your ass up here!”

Mazuco sighed, stubbornness as well.

A short round shape of a women came up the stairs. She wasn’t fat, just slightly chubby. Stacy was a good helper, ruthless and mean to a fault. But if she would stop touching the other girls, Shin would happily give her title over. She was growing tried of her battles. Mostly, since her last attack upon her ship, left a great wound upon her thigh. She didn’t lose it, thank god. But it left her to struggle in the middle of the night, when the weather turned bitter or when rain fell. To try and clam her muscle, that would tighten and tense so painfully. Leaving her drained. At times, it would leave her to limp, and she hated to show such weakness to her crew. But it could not be helped. She needed to finally stop her plunder and lead a simple life. One her sister had begged of her. But not right now. Duo Sandor was hot on her trail, and the thought, of having his blood upon her sword, thrilled her very bones. One last battle, and all shall be over.

“You called Cap?” Stacy heaved for breath, after running up the flat of stairs. Shin gave a nod, before waving her hand, “Aye. Rise the sails, get everyone to arms. We shall try to out run them at the moment, to by time. But tell the ladies, we shall have a battle before the day is done.” She could see the joy filled smile upon Stacy’s face, at the thought of fighting. And with a spin upon her heels, she raced to her chores, barking out orders.

“We’re going to fight?” Mazuco whispered, her face turning grim. She knew of her sister injury, and of the difficult tasks in which she must bare. Shin was a skilled swordsman yes, but with the wound upon her leg, Shin was cut down and could hardly fight to her full ability like she use too. They were both still young, at a tender age of five and twenty. They should be in a home, taking care of their children, if god would bliss her with any. And coo to their husbands, as they carried them up the stairs to their room. Mazuco wished for such a dream, but Shin’s dream of becoming the best Pirate, in which she could challenge the famous Pirate title.

Black Sliver.

He was the famous Pirate of them all. His name given to him, just cause of his eyes, that were smoky gray. He was a handsome fellow, but his face held no emotions, sending chills down any ones spine. He had killed over hundreds of people, men, women and child alike. Ruthless, riskless, and blood thirsty. Her sister; Shin loved the man. Which was odd and very frightening. But Black Sliver disappeared three years ago. People said he stopped his ways and was living alone, away from public contract. While others spoke, of Duo Sandor finding him, and sending his blood parts down to the deepest parts of the sea.

“Aye my little sister.” Shin muttered, her lips cracking into an ugly smirk, as her eyes narrowed upon the ship. “We are... In till the ocean turns red with blood. I shall take this man’s life. And claim my title of the Best Pirate ever.” Mazuco frowned, before whispering, sorrow filling her chest.

“It isn’t enough, to have your name known?”

Shin slowly looked to her, seeing the dread within those blue eyes. She knew what her sister wanted, and how many years she had denied that dream. But this time, after this battle. She would make her sisters wishes come true.

“Nay... I want more.”