Ellen and I descended down a flight of stairs with a few of the men from Hilvir that I'd left here.

"'Fret not, Ellen. It be not that bad. In fact, you'll find this an alleviation of some of the burdens that I've placed on you. You've done much for me and I've not overlooked your hard work. While this wasn't the way in which I expected things to turn out, there still be gold at the bottom of this dirt hill," I said, hoping to ease my quartermaster's concerns.

We continued down as Ellen spoke. "The only gold I'm seeing at the end of this is the fucking spectacle of that bitch sold to the tavern. Don't know how much money I can make off her with a cunt looser than a thief's lips, but if you'll let me I'll give it a shot," she answered back as she continued to follow me.

I laughed as we continued to descend, stepping deeper and deeper into the underground sections of Ellen's building. I ordered one of the tavern workers following us to come to me. He did and waited for my words.

"Regale me with your story of how the former Mistress of House Lindengar came into your possession. Also, tell me why I hadn't been informed of it?" I asked.

The worker bowed. "Yes, Sir. One of Falvor's men got in touch with our own. As you know, there are many on Draegnar who are paid to deliver rumors and news of deals to others. One of theirs contacted our own. The mistress and her maid were handed to us unconscious. We knew of her importance to you, so we wasted no time securing her. The men who arranged the matter hadn't even tried to haggle with her. We figured this would be a good time to not only secure funds for the Dead Tales, but also place your... associate where we might monitor her safety. On the off-chance that we were wrong and you'd cut ties with her, we were prepared to either have her killed at your word or thrown into the Draegnar sea," he said, his eyes piercing through the darkness against the glow of the torches.

"As for why you weren't contacted, we'd sensed your mana long before you entered Draegnar. Had you passed by the island, we would have sent word. If you landed, we would have contacted you. We actually tried on several occasions, but... you were rather preoccupied," he said.

Though there was no grin on his face, somehow I could just hear a mocking tone in his voice. It seemed they knew that Naala and Ellen had been running me around while they stocked the supplies of the ship to their hearts' content. "And how long has she been awake?" I asked.

"Not long, Sir. In fact, she just woke up a few hours ago. It seems that whatever the Falvor drugged her with it slurred her speech. One would think she ordered the entire assortment of the Dead Tales' ale stores with how she talks. So far, she's settled for slurred rage. We had to bind her since she kept falling over," he explained.

Aye, believe that it took me much effort to not burst out laughing like a fucking idiot. "I see," I said, holding back my mirth as we came to the last of the steps.

It was a short walk through the stone hallways. The torches illuminated the state of empty cells. Numerous iron chains lay fastened to the walls with barely a rag to cover anything. I'd been aware of Ellen's slave trade. That said, she never resorted to kidnapping bastards or bitches from the street. She had no need to. They usually came to her themselves with promises they couldn't keep. When they couldn't keep their promises, the poor lot got sold to work until Ellen was satisfied. I'd been one of them after all.

After a few moments, I stopped at one of the cells. The light of the torches sailed across the dark stone walls, allowing me and those behind me to peer past the iron bars. Just as my warrior described, Anastasia was inside. Her arms and legs were bound and her mouth was gagged. Her eyes seemed a little unfocused, but clearly not so unclear that they couldn't make out my face against the flames of the torch. When she spotted me, her eyes widened briefly.

I signaled for the worker to open the cell.

"Touch Lady Anastasia and I swear I'll gut you all where you stand!"

The cells echoed as I heard the familiar sound of Anastasia's maid, Yile. As far as I knew, I believed this to be the first time I'd ever heard her screech in such a manner. Rarely do you find such stout loyalty to anyone on Draegnar like that.

I stepped into the cell and knelt before Anastasia. She glared at me, or rather in my general direction. "I wonder what mage cursed you to suffer such a life as this. You be a rather unlucky one," I said as I untied the gag from her mouth.

"W-Why a-are yo... u... he... re?" she groaned out weakly. Her throat had lost its usual fire and she looked like she'd seen better days, especially with that busted lip I noticed when the light shined on it.

I stared at her for a little while before I started untying her bonds. Once she was free, I swiftly grabbed her lest she slump over and bang her head on the stone floor. "Be grateful that I be here at all," I said as I turned and ordered someone to bring Anastasia some water.

One of the women left while Ellen came up behind me. "And you're lucky he's the one who found you. Had it been a few months ago, I'd have no problems putting you to work. I dunno if you'd be a fan favorite, but there's many who'd love a shot at spreading those long, noble legs of yours," Ellen stated, getting an unsteady grumble out of Anastasia.

"S-Spoken... l-l-like a pr... oper... w-w-wretch!" Anastasia argued.

The man who remained with Ellen and I was then ordered to release Yile. With a bow, he walked over to her cell. It didn't take long for her to come from the hallway clad in a heavily torn maid's attire.

"Lady Anastasia!" Yile exclaimed as she barged into the room. Nevertheless, she froze when she spotted me. I saw great fury within her eyes, yet she wisely held her tongue lest the good fortune shown upon them turn fast.

A pitcher and cup were brought to the Former Lady of House Lindengar. Yile swiftly took both and poured a cup, tasting it herself before offering it to Anastasia. Ellen watched with a roll of her eyes. "You know how much coin we're fucking losing for this?" she asked.

My lips curved upwards. I then brushed her shoulder. "Worry not, Ellen. Though I know the both of you despise each other as much as I despise Falvor, we still stand to make thrice the amount with her at our side. Worry not. I know how she works," I whispered, smirking when I noticed Ellen shiver.

She then sucked her teeth and pushed me away. "Yeah yeah, I'll take your word for it," she replied, glancing back at Anastasia.

Once Yile's mistress was refreshed, I walked over to them. I didn't even bother moving out of the way from the cup that hit my chest. Curiously, I stared at her as I saw pure anger pour over Anastasia's visage. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Of the many things I was expecting to see from her, tears sure as hell weren't one of them.

"Is this what you meant when you said I'd supersede my damned husband as the head of the Lindengar Estate? What trespass have I done upon you or any of your men that this would be my fate? Have I not followed all your orders and dealt with all of your insane requests?! So why was I taken from my house, beaten by my husband, and sold away for 150 gold coins?! If you wield such might and power, then why make me suffer like this?! Why not just kill me and end my misery if you detest me so?! Now, I have nothing! The only fortune in my hands is the dusty dirt of this cell where commoners reside!" she wept as I continued to watch her.

Surprisingly, not even Ellen bothered retorting against Anastasia's miserable state. It seemed hard to believe that a woman with such pride and deviousness as Anastasia would be reduced to this. Many times in my past life had I dreamt of unleashing such a fate on her for the miseries I'd endured at her hand. That said, it wasn't like I particularly felt sorry for her. After all, I'd been on this side of the bars with her on the other not too far in this life. I'd merely consider this a harsh lesson for her. She could at least rest easy knowing that her worries were already taken care of.

"Aye, cease your tears, Anastasia. I meant what I said. In fact, you'll find your claim to the House of Lindengar to be even easier now than before," I said as her weeping slowed to a still.

She looked up at me, skeptically. "What are you talking about?" She inquired.

"What do you think he's saying? You'll get your deal honored. It's one of the fucking basics of business. You really think I'd follow a fucker who couldn't keep his word?" Ellen asked.

"Sure it be not because I bested you by Draegnar's bloody docks?" I asked. Ellen gave me her middle finger for an answer. Seas, I loved her.

When I looked back at Anastasia, I saw her bewildered expression. Though there was still anger on her face, she was also very curious about the matter. And there was no way she wouldn't be. A slut who'd bedded more men than any prostitute on Draegnar, she was still a woman of opportunity. Left in such a fate, I knew there was no way she'd resign herself to her miserable state. She'd have clawed her way back to prominence with a heart and hand so black that any other pirate might shirk at her desire.

Yet, I was not one of them.

I turned to Yile. "You're her maid. Help the lass to her feet and follow me," I said, exiting the cell. Ellen and the others followed after me. We waited a moment but my ears picked up on the shuffling of clothes and the gentle steps of mistress and maidservant.

"Have no fear, Lady Anastasia. I shall not drop you," Yile said as they exited the cell as well. As expected, their feet were unsteady and just as dirty as the rest of their bodies. Nevertheless, they followed and Anastasia never released her gaze of me, perhaps fearing that I might disappear if she did.

We walked up the stairs, albeit at a slow pace. Yile and Anastasia were much weaker than I'd anticipated, but they soldiered on. Not once had they bothered to ask for help nor had they complained further of their current state.

In time, we made it to the top. The familiar, yet boisterous sounds of the Dead Tales riled our ears. "Bring the others. Meet with me on the third floor in ten minutes," I whispered to my warrior who walked next to me.

"Yes, Sir!" he said. He then signaled to the two lasses behind him. They nodded, bowed to me, and then left.

I then led Ellen, Yile, and Anastasia into what had been Ellen's room for meeting clients. Once we made it, I pulled out two wooden chairs. "Sit down," I ordered.

Lady and maid glared at me in equal measure. Yet, Yile straightened the chair for Anastasia to sit. Once her mistress was seated, the maid took her opportunity to stand at her side. While it was a proper showing of grit, I hadn't failed to notice the way her legs trembled.

"It's alright, Yile. You may sit as well. Do not make me repeat myself," Anastasia said.

"Yes, My Lady," Yile said, taking her seat as well. While I doubt she'd ever say it, I knew she had to be thankful for the relief.

Once that matter was settled, I stared out the window. "While I believe the bullet in your back was rather fair from the one you delivered to me, I ain't above admitting a fault. I'd not expected Zevmar's allies to go after your house so quickly. After all, the lot had to have been busy making sure they covered their tracks from the noses of the Empire. It was my intention for you to take the role of head of the house when the bastards came looking for your husband, not knowing that he'd met an untimely demise. For that little fuck up on my part, I'll make sure you're compensated. That said, best you make haste. You've got a house to rule," I said.

Anastasia's frown deepened. "And how am I supposed to do that? A waste though he might be, my former husband was more adept at the blade than I ever was or wished to be. I cannot contend with him and there is no one in the House that is loyal to me aside from Yile. I will be killed before I even make it to the manor," she claimed.

I smiled. "'Fret not, Anastasia. After today, I doubt there'll be anyone mad enough to bother you unless they be of a might not seen on D'orn. As for your loyal soldiers, well that shall be what we agreed upon," I said as I pulsed my mana a number of times.

Immediately, ten warriors from Hilvir landed in the room. Anastasia gasped as did Yile. The two stared at the men and women clad in dark garments, swords on their hips, and bows on their backs.

"They shall be your vanguard and your rearguard. They will listen to you and do as you wish, aside from myself. Any soldier who stands in your way shall be yours to do with as you please. Once you've taken control of the Lindengar Estate, I shall have you run the operations of the Dead Tales," I said, glancing at Ellen.

As I expected, she wasn't entirely happy with the news that her establishment would be turned over to one she hated, yet I made sure to alleviate her concerns. "You're a smart lass, and I've no doubt that you've dipped your finger in the Draegnar's underground just like your husband. That said, best you not get a swelled head with running Ellen's tavern. Every decision you make, every meeting you undertake, and every purchase you sign off shall first be measured, and studied by Ellen, and they'll be making sure you follow that rule," I said, pointing to the warriors standing around her.

I absently watched Anastasia clench her rag of a dress. I imagined the numerous obscenities she might be spouting at me from the depths of her mind. "So I am to be the head over them, yet they are to monitor me as if I'm nothing but a child?!" Anastasia questioned.

"Use whatever comparisons you need to justify it. As I said, you be a smart woman. I'm sure you'll figure out a balance. However, you need not be so concerned. As I promised, you stand to gain much from this. Contrary to what some fuckers believe, I ain't unreasonable," I said, glancing at Ellen.

She snorted. "Yeah, and I'm the fucking High Priestess of the Lumnina, Goddess of the Pure and Righteous cunts of the North," Ellen said with a roll of her eyes.

Dismissing her comment, I continued on. I walked to the table between Ellen and Anastasia. "I've no doubts that Hæňgaram shall be sending you rewards for your part in the war. However, I'll add on top of that. It be yours, but you'll have to do one thing. Show it off to the competitors in the underground channel. Be sure they all see it and be ready to handle the glory and the fire that shall come from it," I advised, placing a small bag on the table.

She looked at the bag. She then looked at me. Skeptically, she took it and opened it. My lips curved upwards when I saw the way her eyes widened. Despite our conversation, it was impossible to miss the slight smile on her face.

After a moment, she must have remembered herself because she closed the bag and glanced back at me. "I can't tell if you're brilliant or mad," she answered.

"That'll be the only thing we ever agree on. I'm still trying to figure that out myself," Ellen commented.

"And yet you love me anyway," I added much to Ellen's embarrassment. Anastasia looked at us, clearly surprised by what I'd just said.

I faced the former wife of Falvor. "Once you've secured the House of Lindengar, I want you to continue in your duties. In fact, I actually have something new I wish for you to look into. Find any rat from Callamum and see if you can't look into the news of any powerful earth mages. I be in the mood to meet one. Any news you've got, direct it to Ellen," I voiced, thumbing over to my Quartermaster in question.

"And am I on a schedule to send these updates?" Anastasia asked, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Now then, off with you. Go reclaim your house, and do better with it than your husband did," I said.

It was then that Anastasia eyed me suspiciously, even as one of my hooded warriors guided her and her maid to the door. "And what of the fate of my husband?" Anastasia asked.

I grunted. "Do with him whatever you like. I doubt he'll offer up much of a complaint," I replied.

With that, Anastasia departed the room with her maid which left Ellen and I in the room alone. My Quartermaster then faced me.

"You fed him to the fucking gulls, didn't you?" she asked after a moment of silence.

"Despite the ways the wind blew for Anastasia, Favlor would have sold her or killed her eventually. Besides, even if the island thinks Anastasia assassinated her husband to claim the seat of the house, ain't no one on this fucking rock gonna care either way. In fact, some might think she'll be easier to manage than her husband. I've no doubt the other noble families will try to get in her good graces in the hopes of usurping her position. Once they've failed, Anastasia will gather all the noble houses to Lindengar, thus effectively taking control of the entirety of Draegnar. With the House of Lindengar and the Dead Tales, she'll have a foothold in both the brightest days of Draegnar and the darkest nights. As more learn of her influence, she'll find herself journeying to many other countries and nations, building up not only her house and its wealth but also the spread of my influence. I'll know the ins and outs of every nation in two or three decades," I explained.

Ellen looked at me for a long while and shifted for a moment. "You really thought this shit out, haven't you?" she mentioned curiously.

The smile on my face slowly fell.

It wasn't like I enjoyed doing this. I was a pirate. My mind ought to be on nothing more than treasure, adventures, the sea, and the lovers I enjoyed in my bed. It sure as hell shouldn't be all this planning, undermining, spying, and other intricate bullshit. Yet, I would not allow myself to fall away due to my own ignorance a second time. My enemies were out there and just as they were not resting, I'd have no such luxuries either.

"Perhaps there be water in my ears, but you almost sound impressed," I returned.

"Impressed you haven't somehow fucked this all up? Yeah, that might be the right word for it," she said. She then sauntered over to me and touched my chest. She then looked at me sternly.

"...Yeah, I love you. I love you so much it's fucking sickening. So don't screw this shit up so I'll feel worse than this. I'll gut you where you stand if you do," she threatened. She then kissed me, closing her eyes to savor the moment.

I found myself a tad out of sorts from her display of affection. Naturally, I enjoyed it. There was no way I'd put my hands around her waist and pull her toward me if I disliked her lips. They were some of the greatest treasures, ones that only I and no other man would ever know. Yet, I had always been the initiator of any affection between us. I'd not expected Ellen to pursue the same like this. Once again, I was left in awe that I'd been granted the fortune to have her like this. I was sure not many received such an honor.

Her lips were delightful and filled with passion. She even playfully bit my lip when we separated. "Care that you don't start shit you can't finish," I said.

Ellen snorted. "Just you wait," she remarked, gliding her finger around my cheek. She then left which had me standing in the meeting room alone. Turning my head, I looked out the window and saw a new storm already starting to brew over the horizon. The clouds over the sea flashed the might of Zeus through the air. Yet, their warning was drowned out by the music and cheerings of the masses on the first floor.

Seeing as I had nothing better to do, I grabbed a handful of the scrolls lying on an opposite table. Rather than have Ellen go through the hassle of catching up on these later, I decided to do it myself. Thankfully, nothing was too complicated. It was mostly a few payment notices for the food and drink of the tavern as well as the payment for wood smiths, stonemasons, and trade fare.

Deciding to not spend more time on the matter than needed, I threw about a hundred coins onto the scroll and wrapped it up. I then secured it with a silk string and approved the request for anything needed. I then bid the Dead Tales farewell. As I left, I watched at least seven patrolling soldiers of the Lindengar Estate make haste back to the manor.

Amused, I stuffed my hands in my pockets and made my way back to my ship. As I climbed onboard, I noticed how empty the deck looked. A quick search made me realize that most of my crew was back on the ship, hunkering down in their rooms. I noticed that my mother and Diane were still gone from the ship. No doubt they were busy busting each other in the face, helping my mother gain confidence in her fighting skills.

Sometimes, I wondered why my mother hadn't bothered asking me for advice, but even I'd concede that Diane was a better fighter than I was. Plus, outside of our intimate moments, I had not the grit to bring harm to my mother intentionally. The only way I saw having to discipline her was if she tried to usurp my authority as the captain, something I doubted she'd do as she lived the pirate's life before. She likely recognized the respect and hardship that the captain's title brought to many a man, as well as the state of any ship that lost the respect of its captain.

Then again, I also imagined that she didn't ask me because our sessions would likely end with me fucking her in our heightened states. Aye, not a bad way to pass the time, but also not one where the pleasures of the flesh should be upon us all the time.

Casting my thoughts elsewhere, I walked toward my quarters. I opened the door and stepped inside. The familiar creak of the door moved through my ears as it closed behind me. The familiar scent of my room filled my nose.

I entered and quickly slid behind my desk and into my chair. I opened one of my drawers and pulled out a piece of paper. I then started releasing all the treasures I'd amassed and making a note of them. More specifically, I noted the ones that I'd be using for alchemic purposes. As I experienced, I'd need further might if I was to contend with Alġnoth. Even at my best, with my might of the sea, he'd effortlessly pushed me back without much care. Rather, I knew how he took joy in watching me struggle. Naturally, I'd make it a personal goal of mine to make him feel what I felt at that time.

Time passed by slowly as I sifted through the materials on my desk. I separated a set for Ellen, Diane, Goron, Maeloson, Aesteal, my mother, Naala, and even the fairmaids. Then there'd have to be some spent on the members of Raven's Shadow. Then there'd have to be others aboard my ship if they wished it. If I wasn't gonna charge the others for such benefits, I had no doubts that the rest of my crew would raise a complaint if I treated them differently.

I tapped my quill on my desk, absently noting just how fortunate I was to have gathered so much material from Delverhold. Unless I'd found one of Liara's precious crypts, I doubted anywhere else on D'orn would have the materials I'd need to undertake such sessions without a number of years going by.

My lips curved upwards as I absently heard the boisterous lot around the Draegnar docks. The creak of stubborn wooden planks with mumbles and shouts of business provided me with a delicate ambiance to finish my work. I even heard one fucker claim that the Lindengar Estate was primed for a steal since Falvor had been discovered dead.

I would have liked to listen more but the docks were immediately cleared when a round of gunfire blasted through the air.

"You dare think you can swindle a swindler?! I'll fucking chain rat shit to yer neck an' tie yer limbs to the gull posts!" one man shouted.

The battle didn't last too long and soon one of the poor bastards was food for the rats on the dock. Slowly, others started to tend to their business while the winner played ball with the loser's head. Unfortunately, my peace wasn't set to last through the night as there came a knock on my door.

"Enter," I said.

The door opened and I watched Naala come through. "Give you fucking Draegnarians any reason to blow the cock and balls off any bastard, and you'll take it, won't you?" Naala inquired.

I responded with a smirk. "Who says we be in need of a reason?" I asked as she sat her beautiful ass on the side of my desk. She glanced at my work for a little while before she reached into her pocket.

"Right. You guys just love to fuck shit up, whether it be man, woman, or beast. I bet the men here would willingly fuck their own asses if their cocks were long enough," she answered back.

Though amused by her comment, I continued to work until she put her gun in front of me. "Any idea when we'll be heading to this smith of yours that'll be forging our weapons? You had the lot of us going through some rusty catalog picking out materials for ourselves. So when are we gonna get these things forged?" she asked.

I stopped my writing and looked at her. "Be there something wrong with your current gun?" I asked.

Naala snorted. "Well, as far as I'm aware it ain't so good at blowing the heads of fucking gods, demons, and the other shit you've got us facing. Don't get me wrong, it's fun as hell but it's a waste of money to pay for bullets that can't kill things. Not to mention it, but in case you've forgotten... Draegnar weaponry ain't exactly the finely crafted arms of nobles. It can't handle the excessive might of magic contained in the bullets. Even yours look like they've seen better days," she commented.

Even without looking at my flintlocks, I knew she was right. Indeed, they weren't set to last long after the shit I'd put them through. That they'd lasted this long was a testament to the skills of that weaponsmith I purchased them from before I was a captain.

"Aye, well we would have gotten a chance to scour Delverhold for great weaponry if not for the islands sinking. Sure a sword wouldn't fit you?" I asked rather jokingly. My black-skinned lover faced me, granting me an ample view of her curves. Her eyes glanced at my pants and I even saw her bit her lip.

"I'm a fucking powder monkey, Captain. Ain't but one sword I've ever wielded my whole life. Even if it is a mighty one," she said seductively.

Her eyes then landed on mine. "Perhaps you'd like me to demonstrate again?" she asked.

As much as I was indeed willing to assess the quality of her sword-wielding skills, I focused back on my work. "Another night, Naala. While the ship is being stocked, I have much to consider and plan for. Not just for myself, but also for you and the others. My days will be busy," I voiced, already not enjoying the work I'd have to put in for this. I wondered if my crew might forget my face with the weeks I'd been working.

"Damn. Have I become that fucking ugly?" Naala asked.

I snorted. "Name any man who would abhor the sight of precious gold and silver. Yet, unlike those treasures, there is great warmth in your embrace. Men might enjoy the sweet embrace of coin, but it be a cold fleeting one," I answered as I turned to her. I then made Naala shiver when I touched her cheek.

"Speak to any pirate and he'll tell you that he keeps only his best treasures close to his chest. I have no ugly treasures, Naala. I also don't wake up with piles of gold coins in my bed, do I?" I asked.

"...no, I guess you don't," she answered slowly, taking my hand in hers. My thumb traced the side of her face as the braids of her hair were pushed to the side.

We stayed like that for a moment or two, enjoying the brief bout of intimacy. I'd never tire of it if she'd have me. I found it rather hard to believe she'd only come into my life from a wager with the rest of the crew.

Unable to contain myself, I kissed her and she received me. I enjoyed the sweet embrace of her lips, saving the slight flavor of sea salt from the Draegnar air. When we separated, I grinned as I saw Naala's eyes flutter for a moment.

I leaned back in my chair. "Now, as for your other question. 'Fret not about the matter. The lands of Olipios boast a wide range of weaponry that would make any Draegnarian weapon seller jealous. Had we the time, I might consider you a piece from the Dead Tales trade that Ellen once used with members of the other underground table. However, what use be there in grabbing shit that no one'll use in the coming future. At some point, the weaponry you'll possess won't be surpassed by another so easily," I answered.

"...huh?" Naala blinked. She shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed by the current circumstances. I wondered if she even heard my explanation.

"The matter will be handled, Naala. Of that, you may rest your concerns," I responded.

"Fine. But you'll be the first asshole I'm blasting with Draegnar shrapnel if this whole thing goes to hell," she replied, nudging my shoulder. She offered me one more kiss before departing. Somehow, I could practically feel the proud grin on her face as my eyes were glued to her ass while she left.

After that, I was left alone until all my work was finished. Satisfied, I closed my books and slid them back into my drawers. I then made my way to my bed and didn't even bother taking my boots or my clothes off. Sleep came to me quickly. Once again, there was nothing to interrupt my peace, even if I probably wished there was.

The next morning came a bit too quickly for my liking, I turned over in my bed and hazily noticed a figure in my room. It couldn't have been any of my lovers as they would have eagerly joined me. I doubted it to be an enemy since An'raie hadn't bothered taking care of them.

As the haze of my sleep cleared, I noticed it was one of the Hilvirian women that I'd stationed to go with Anastasia.

"How long have you been sitting there?" I asked.

"Not long, Sir. Sorry for interrupting any sleep, but I was asked to retrieve you by the Mistress of House Lindengar. She... pleaded for an audience," the woman said, her voice slightly muffled by the mask covering her mouth.

I turned over grumpily. "Aye, fine. Tell her that I'll be there soon. However best you inform her that I ain't got much time. Before the sun reaches its zenith, I'll be back on the sea and leaving this island behind," I warned.

The woman bowed. "I'll make sure it's done, Sir," she said. She then left quickly out my window, making sure none heard her steps.

For a lass who just spent last night in a cell, Anastasia was quite the bold lass to call for me like this. Nevertheless, I found myself begrudgingly getting out of bed and throwing on some different clothes. I then freshened my mouth with a mint stick and journeyed off my ship, watching with passing interest as my crew laughed at the poor lubber who died trying to board my ship. I could tell it wasn't one of my own by the scraggly rags he wore.

The lot waved at me as one of them kicked the body into the sea, never to be seen again. I greeted them and quickly found myself traversing through Draegnar's confusing roads until I made it to the Lindengar Estate.

To my surprise, there were soldiers stationed in front of the gates to the manor along with a certain loyal maid. I'd thought the lass would have done away with the military lot given that most of them were loyal to her husband. However, I wasn't gonna complain about choices like this. It was her own business.

As I stepped forward, Yile noticed me. No doubt Anastasia had her present at the gates so that Anastasia wouldn't be down two soldiers. "Lady Anastasia..."

"I wouldn't be here for a fucking barrel of monkey laughs, Lass. I know she called me. Take me to her," I ordered.

Yile scowled and clenched the hem of her dress, yet reined in any nerve. Instead, she signaled the guards to open the gates. They obeyed without a word and Yile escorted me inside. Now that I recalled it, I was sure this was the first time I'd walked the grounds since my capture by Diane.

As I walked, I couldn't mistake the smell of blood. As I expected, either Anastasia met some resistance on her way to claiming the house of Lindengar or she'd dealt a particularly ruthless punishment to those who'd had a hand in imprisoning her. If there was one thing I enjoyed about Anastasia, it was that she reminded me a bit of Ellen. Her violent streak was a thing to behold for any man of Draegnar, especially me.

The doors to the estate opened and I noticed how quiet it was. Soldiers dressed in their iron armor stood at their posts, guarding various entrances while Yile guided me up the stairs. As this was a rare time that I got to properly inspect the estate, I had to admit that Falvor had done rather well for himself by Draegnar standards. Such an interior would make any resident of the island jealous.

As a man of ambition, Falvor's estate reflected his decadent lifestyle. Pictures were framed with gold and silver, and exotic statues craved by some fucking stone artists

from beyond the seas lay next to his staircase. The floods were decorated with wondrously cut wood. It gleamed so well you could even see a bit of your reflection in it.

Yile and I passed through a number of halls until we came to the door I recognized as Falvor's study.

"Lady Anastasia, I have brought him," she said.

"Good. Let him in. You may take your leave," her mistress called from the other side of the door. Yile offered me one more glare before she walked away.

I stepped inside the office and chuckled. Never would I have thought to see the Mistress of House Lindengar seated behind its mighty desk with a stack of papers before her. Surprisingly, she wasn't alone. I noticed at least two of my warriors standing at opposite sides of the room.

I closed the door behind me and hummed. "Never thought you'd be behind that desk, did ye?" I asked, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

Whatever the lass was writing, she ceased it and looked at me. "I'd thought of it many times, though living it is different. Though I'm loathed to admit it, it's become quite clear to me that you can do more than just make shameless boasts. I'm forced to concede that much. I don't know how a pirate managed to train warriors such as these, but they are a marvel," she claimed.

As much as it was nice to see her praise the work Aesteal and Maeloson put into the men and women of Hilvir, I hoped that there was more to this meeting than just that. "Aye, that they are. They do a bastard proud. Now, what do you want so early? I figured you'd be basking in your new might," I returned.

Anastasia placed her quill down. "Well, I understand why you claimed I had no need to fear my husband. Though, you could have left the matter a bit less chaotic. I would have liked to return the favor for the years of treatment I've endured, I can at least settle with the fact that my beloved husband met his end at the hand of a lot he hated since setting on this island. That said, there are many who believe I'd orchestrated the death of my husband. It took most of the night to put the guards in their place, especially those who enjoyed receiving their pay from the pockets of my husband. As for why I called you here, it's a matter I've had me leaning on while you've been gone. If you'd not like the information, then I can just do away with it," she said, smiling as she held up a piece of paper.

Unfortunately for her, I wasn't so in the mood for her jest. "Best you ease your mood, Anastasia, lest you find the House of Lindengar to be vacant of both its Master and its Mistress," I warned.

Wisely, she took note of the threat and settled for a glare. She then handed me the papers. I looked them over and my mood quickly lightened. "Aye, so the feather is confirmed to be in Kharn after all," I said.

Anastasia leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table. "Yes. However, the auction has long since passed and the feather now lies in the vault of the leading power there. Supposedly, their leader believes that the feather can be used for direct communication with one of their gods or whatever. That is as far as I got from the ordeal," she said.

The smirk on my face fell for a moment as I read the report. "The lands of Kharn are said to lay to the far east. The lot be ruled by a Shaman Queen and her temple of female adepts. There be quite the few rumors about lands such as those. Numerous nobles voyage there to partake in their... inviting culture," I commented.

Clearly, Anastasia wasn't so amused at my comment. "Yes, my husband frequently journeyed there when he was more capable in those years. Unfortunately, I know not the leader of Kharn since it has been stated by many that she only makes appearances very rarely. I can't tell you who to keep an eye on," she said.

I laughed. "You have no need to worry of that. I have an idea to get what I desire and if they be using the feather for such a purpose as communication with the gods, then they'll be wasting their time in their endeavor. As for the Shaman Queen, I believe I have an idea as to her identity," I answered back which made Anastasia look at me curiously.

"Since when have you had the time to voyage to Kharn? No ships of Draegnar sail that way unless they're commissioned," Anastasia said.

"A bastard finds his way, Anastasia. Never forget that. Now, enjoy the rest of your days as the head of the Estate. See to it that the chair's none too heavy for you," I said.

"And see to it that the seas don't swallow you whole, Shark Hunter," Anastasia retorted.

Now that was a jest I could appreciate. I smiled as I left, closing the door behind me.

By the time I made my way back to the ship, the sun was already on the horizon. I barely remembered much of the walk since I'd been going through Liara's memories. Barring any change that my actions had wrought on D'orn since my rebirth, I figured the Shaman Queen of Kharn hadn't changed... yet. While I didn't know the current religious ruler, I knew the one who would become the next Shaman Queen. I'd met her in my first life when I was a little more experienced as a captain and she was but an adept priestess. Aye, she was a stubborn lass that one, yet there was no more devout woman to her cause that I'd seen aside from Alteria.

Lena Naamyimm.

I'd met the lass when I too heard the rumors of Kharn. A man still thinking with his cock, I sailed there to sample the culture. At that time Leah was with me. It had been relatively early in our life as lovers that we voyaged there. Once we landed, I found myself unaccustomed to their lot. While most of the neighboring islands that made up the nation weren't much different, it was the capital that seemed strangest to me.

Within Kharn, men were prohibited from wielding the might of magic, or at the very least those men joined to the Temple of Naaramiak.

Naaramiak was said, by Kharnites, to be the one who gave the first woman the first spell and filled her with the blessings of magic. To most other nations, the very notion was blasphemous to their own gods. Yet to them, it was a clear meaning that only women ought to use magic. Should a man try and wield it, he would either be banished or killed.

If I should be honest, Leah and I met Lena by mistake. We'd been enjoying each other in a remote part of the capital city's forests which just so happened to be where Lena liked to enjoy her baths. That said, though we were spotted, she hardly seemed perturbed. In fact, I dare say she encouraged our exploration. She then asked if she could partake. At this point, Leah and I hadn't gone into other lovers, yet we had spoken of such a matter as that.

As for me, eagerly thinking with his cock, I had no qualms. It was Leah who showed hesitance, yet I doubted it showed when she kissed Lena like they'd been in love their whole lives. I supposed, officially, that would have to be the start of when Leah and I started delving into other lovers.

Lena was eager to reveal her culture to me even though, me being a pirate, I had very little interest. Yet, her enthusiasm was rather infectious and the nights with her in my bed were warm ones I'd never forget. I offered her to join my crew, seeing as she and Leah had built such a friendship while we stayed on the island for two months. Yet, she declined. She claimed her heart would always lie with Naaramiak. However, I wondered why they chose to also believe in the likes of Zeus and Poseidon and the others of the pantheon. Perhaps I should have asked, but I never did.

Last I heard of Lena, she'd become the Shaman Queen of Kharn. I'd tried to meet with her sometimes, but it became clear that her fun with Leah and I was over. Sometimes, I wondered what she might have been doing in that temple all on her own.

Setting my thoughts on Lena aside, I stepped onto the familiar planks of my ship and stood on the deck.

"Ahoy, Captain! Quite the haul we have fer ourselves!" one of the members of my crew claimed as barrels were taken below the deck under Ellen's watch. Some were even busy putting cannonballs into wooden crates. I also sensed the swell of magic about four decks down. No doubt the mages of my crew were busy resupplying the crystal that powered the magic shield around the ship.

If there was one thing I regretted not including in my rewards from that old shit on his throne, it was getting a better crystal from the Hæňgaram fleets. Theirs were much better than Callamum's, and it'd take me too much time to try and craft one myself. Hell, even Liara would take at least a year to do so. It was one of the reasons she never took requests regarding magic barriers for ships. They hardly lasted long, even with her help, and they were hardly efficient.

Nevertheless, I'd make full use of it until there was nothing left. At least the crystal could be broken down into something else should I require it.

It didn't take long for Ellen to stop me. She walked over to me while I tried, and failed, to not grow captivated at the way her legs moved.

"Somehow I imagine you've made the Draegnar merchants a wealthy sort with the amount of materials you've got us hauling into the ship," she stated, lightly tapping my chest with a wooden notepad.

I hummed. "You sure it was me? I was sure I was the one being dragged about the island by two lasses who could hardly keep their hands from spending the coin offered them," I returned.

There was a frown on Ellen's face, but I noticed her swift smile. "That'll fucking teach you to give a bitch free reign of anything then. That said, if you ain't planning on coming back here any time soon, then it's better to take the best shit before anyone else puts their grubby nails all over it. If you'd like, I could grant us a measure of that old fuck, Pete's, fish. We'll be filled with more food than we know what to do with," she said.

I grunted. "Aye, and the ship'll be filled with more corpses than the Draegnar seas themselves. And where is that old man? Still minding his stall?" I asked.

Ellen shrugged. "Saw no one running, screaming, or covering their noses so I can't say I've seen him. Damn wares might have finally gotten to him for all I know," she answered.

While I knew Ellen might be joking about Pete's fate, I'd rather not wish his demise. As much as the old man knew to press my buttons, especially when I was but a boy, still I enjoyed his stories. They were a great way to pass the time and I dare say they were why I'd become a pirate in the first place. Perhaps it was all to verify if that old man spoke true about what he'd seen.

"Aye, maybe. Has all the crew come onboard?" I asked, deciding to steer the conversation elsewhere.

Upon hearing my question, I noticed Ellen suck her teeth as annoyance flashed through her face. "What the hell do you think they are, Hæňgaram soldiers? Of course not! Fuckers couldn't be on time even if the whole damned island was sinking into the fucking sea!" She exclaimed. Nevertheless, she exhaled and brushed her hair to the side.

"You'd think I'd be used to this shit by now. What do you want to do?" She asked.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly. "We shall wait a while for them. I doubt anyone on the island's a threat to anyone on my ship, at least without turning one side of the shithole into a pile of wreckage. If they get on the ship, then make them clean out the brig for the next three weeks, no pint of ale shall pass their lips in that time. Should they protest, punish them at your leisure," I said.

It was then that I saw a shine in Ellen's eye. No doubt she found some delight in my suggestion.

"I knew there was a reason I fucking put up with you," she answered back as she spun on her heel and proceeded back to the rest of the crew. Just before I made it to my door, the air grew loud with the sound of gunfire once again. I even heard a man and woman scream in the far distance before I entered my room.

After a moment, I looked up at the crow's nest and spotted Maeloson standing there. He seemed less to be surveying the land and instead looked to be in his own head. His eyes were focused on nothing and he leaned on the wood like he were reminiscing of better times.

"Maeloson!" I called.

As expected, it didn't take him long to spot me. I urged him to come down and he appeared before me in only a few minutes. "Yes, Sir?" he asked.

There was something in his tone that made me think him upset that I'd interrupted his thoughts, but I put the matter aside. "Come with me a moment," I said as I opened my room. I stepped inside and he followed after me.

When he closed the door, I faced him.

"Just tell me one thing, Maeloson. These thoughts that hold your mind in a cage, be they of the matter back in the empire which you uncovered?" I asked.

True to form, the male elf never changed his rigid expression. However, his eyes wavered to the side. "Yes, I had been thinking about it. However, it doesn't concern the ship or the captain as far as I know. Is that all?" he asked.

I looked at him for a long while before I turned around. "I might be Draegnarian, Maeloson, but I also be a captain. What is a captain without his crew? Should a nation rise against even one of you, I'd sink it and its people to the ground with nary a thought. Fear not coming to me should you have concerns. I shall address them if need be," I said.

To my surprise, Maeloson clearly wasn't expecting my words. His eyes widened and I noticed a tad bit of indecision behind them. Yet, his lips remained shut until he spoke again. "I'll remember that, Sir," he said.

I thought to pressure him further, but I'd promised him that I'd not pry into his matters so long as they didn't affect my ship. If not the ship they sailed on, the crew ought to have solace in their own private thoughts. So long as those thoughts were uttered respectfully, I had no qualms with them.

"Very well. That said, I didn't call you here to specifically talk about that matter. As you know, we'll be journeying to Olipios. It'll be a long voyage and I'll call for you, Aesteal, and the others individually. I shall delve into the pursuit of alchemy and strengthen all of you more for the trials ahead," I uttered, making Maeloson gaze at the materials on my table.

Once his eyes had their fill, he turned back to me. "You believe the evil spirit shall continue to seek us?" he asked.

"Aye, especially since he's connected with the events of my past life which led to my demise. And if he should target me, then my ship and all those on it will be no different. And, even if he weren't, I'd do this anyway. The lands we shall journey to shall be greater and lesser than Delverhold. 'Tis best you be prepared for any sort of foe that would come across your bow," I advised.

A moment of clarity must have sparked for Maeloson because he spoke to me with surety. "Which is why you also claimed that we ought to pick out the materials for our own weapons. The matter is harder than I'd expected. Most of these materials I haven't even heard of. I even believe some of them are outlawed by my people. Where would we find them?" he asked.

I laughed. "The world is a vast place, Maeloson. Hidden within it are numerous treasures that have driven men to conquest. Search them and they shall yield to you. You're dismissed," I said.

It looked like the elf wished to say more, yet he held his tongue. He then bowed and turned around.

"'Ah Maeloson, just the long-eared, bowboy we be lookin' fer! Fancy yourself a shot of the good shit? Best grog y've ever tasted this side of the barren sea!" someone said as Maeloson closed the door behind himself.

A few hours passed by on the ship and I knew we'd gotten all of our crew when I heard Ellen reprimanding the poor bastards who dared arrive late. Taking that as an opportune time to get moving, I grabbed my coat and stepped outside. I opened the door just in time to see Ellen pistolwhip one of the four lads. Luckily for him, that wasn't as hard as she could hit. He'd have died otherwise.

"And don't think you'll be getting a fine-tasting tankard anytime soon. Get your asses below deck!" she ordered.

They swiftly agreed and made to move before I spoke. "No. In fact, the lot of you can stay," I said, making all eyes turn to me.

"Ha! I told ya lads that our captain won't see us unjustly punished!" one of them said while I walked over to Ellen.

"Be that everyone?" I inquired.

"Unfortunately," she said with a stern expression. Luckily the four bastards who'd held up my ship had the nerve to look apologetic. Sometimes I wondered if I spoiled my crew a bit too much. Tardy men on any other ship would have their backs whipped. Thirty lashes for such an offense.

"Good. Then assemble the crew. We'll weigh anchor and sail from Draegnar before the day grows any longer."

Appeased, Ellen waved her hand and disappeared below deck.

"And what be our fate, Captain?" another of the four asked.

I glanced at them. "Be fortunate that I don't make the lot of you play Draegnar's Hangman!" I replied sternly. As expected, their faces grew fearful when I spoke. Leaving them to ponder that, I walked over to the portside bow.

I stared out into the open sea, watching a couple of whale skinners sail out into the open sea. The dock's bells rang every now and then to sound the changing of the tide. It was a good day for the fishermen to try their hand at casting their nets out.

My ears picked up on the numerous footsteps as my deck grew loud with noise. When I turned around, I noticed Ellen brought everyone to me. I could also see in their eyes that they were ready to leave Draegnar just as I was. Absently, I stared at the tiny structure of the Lindengar Estate. No doubt the other Draegnar nobles were already thinking of ways to strike against the house since the news of Falvor's death.

"Try not to get yourself killed, Lass. There be much I need you to do," I said to myself before I turned to my crew.

"At one time we sailed to the mythical lands of Delverhold. Yet, surprisingly, the Alchemist might have planted fortunes that lay in the lands of Olipios, just beyond the lands of Ildenshire. Even I know not what we'll discover in those lands, yet if it had to do with the Alchemist then we stand to gain no less than what we gained before. However, while I be sure that some of this lot ain't seen the horrors that others have faced, you'd do well to listen to the stories of those who have. And this time, we ain't gonna be setting off any damned traps that'll impede our fortune!" I claimed.

"None shall impede the pirate's far and deep hand!" someone hollered while others joined in.

While I enjoyed their excitement, I quickly reined them in lest they shake the whole dock with news. I'd be indisposed in the coming weeks and would like my work to not be interrupted by a constant barrage of fuckers looking to steal my prize. Aye, they wouldn't be successful anyway, but that just meant less work for me.

"Aye, none shall impede us and I got a feeling that this trip shall lead to many more! Now, weigh anchor and release the sails! The winds are strong today and best we make use of them," I advised.

"For Greater Fame and Glory!" The crew hollered.

My lips curved upwards as my mother ran through a scheduled list of all those who were on duty for the ship. The others were free to do as they pleased. The helmsman took his post and men scaled the ratlines. The sails were released and I, with a wave of my hand, used the seas to pull us away from the dock.

As we began to sail away, I sensed Nei and her sisters beneath the tide. "We'll be sailing, Nei. You shall have your fill of Draegnar's waters another day," I said.

"Mate not worry. Nei swim where mate goes!" Nei claimed.

Her words rang true as not even two minutes passed before I spotted five undersea shadows moving alongside my ship. I supposed I'd never have to worry about the sixth since she was always with Aesteal.

Of course, we couldn't leave Draengar without a few more bastards hiding out in the sea, hoping to stow away aboard my ship. Unfortunately for them, they disappeared into the depths as Nei and her sisters did away with them.

Once we were far enough away, I lifted Nei and her sisters out of the sea. They shook their fins and fanned their wings while Nei and Lei settled into their usual spots in my pocket. I handed the others to their respective guardians as the winds drew us westward.

"Captain, best you plan a route for me to take. I ain't sailed so far west in all me life. I recommend sailing through the Unalgos Sea. While it'll take us to the northern parts of the region, it be a better sail than through the Sea of Tiplaad. It shall take us there faster, but that sea has been known to sink many a traveler. Tales of its might find their way on the lips of many a sailor blessed to not go sinking into The Locker. Granted, ain't many of those ships have the Son of Poseidon at their side," he said.

I knew not whether his last words were to boost my ego or not, yet I remained passive. While I'd never voyaged to Charon's Landing specifically, I'd sailed through both seas before.

"So what you be saying is that there might be a ton of valuable treasure to be salvaged from such wreckage. I see no need to let it rust away down there. Do you?" I inquired.

The helmsman sighed. "No, Captain. I suppose not. To the Seas of Tiplaad we go!" he said, steering the helm in the direction I desired.

After a moment, I turned and noticed Brant of Raven's Shadow coming toward me. "I'd like to speak with you for a moment," he said.

Curious, I agreed and had him follow me into my room. Once we were alone, I faced him. "And what be the matter you wish to discuss?" I asked.

The warrior straightened up. "It's been some time since we've been on the ship and there lays an Adventurer's Guild in Olipios. We were summoned to arrive at the nearest guild and verify matters regarding the head of the beast you gave us. As you expected, many are expecting our service and we haven't taken a trial to raise our rank. We'd like to take the opportunity to do so," he said.

Truth be told, I was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. As adventurers couldn't be pirates, I'd worked around the task of having them employed in Ellen's service. "And they know you be contracted to a company already?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yes. However, the letter stated that the other clients are willing to negotiate compensation with our current client. However, that can't happen until we've increased our rank. You can't very well have a C-rank team handling higher assignments," he claimed.

Perhaps it was the greed within me, but the lad had me at 'negotiate.' I also knew just the lass who'd be more than willing to spend her time away from the ship and sit at a table to discuss measures.

"Aye, fine. Then you and your lot may go. However, best you tell Ellen that she'll be heading out with you. Tell her not to worry about her duties as my mother shall take over for her," I claimed.

"Right. Thanks. With any luck, we'll be bringing in more than even you can handle," he claimed with an energetic laugh. Where I a lesser man, I'd have felt insulted by such a salt-lined statement. My pockets were rather deep after all.

The leader of Raven's Shadow walked out which then granted me the sight of my bonded elf. Aesteal came through and gently closed the door. "What was that about?" she inquired.

"A matter that might make Ellen a happy lass for a change," I answered.

I was blessed to hear her laugh. "She'd certainly give the Fgg'rial Elven Council a run for their money," she stated.

Once her laughter settled, her long ears twitched when I beckoned her to me with my hand. Still embarrassed despite all we'd done, she came close until I took her in my arms. "And what's brought you to this salty scourge's quarters this morning?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aesteal's bright eyes stared into mine as she rubbed my arms. "Maeloson told me you spoke to him. Do you believe we'll face something like we did on The Isles that you would need to work through all of us like this?" she asked.

I leaned back against the wall, continuing to hold Aesteal close to me. Nei and Lei popped their heads out of my pockets in interest. "Face something on Olipios? No. However, it be clear that we shall face numerous dangers. Some of them might even be ones that Liara was cautious of. There be no captain who would wish to see the demise of a loyal crew. In order that I might lose none of you, I must remain studious. Believe that were I the young shit I was back in my first life, I'd have retched at the idea of such work. Yet, it be work in itself to sail freely as one wishes," I answered.

Aesteal looked at me. Her hands moved over my arms as the ship continued to sail us toward our destination. "Then what needs to be done?" she asked, her pristine elven eyes gazing into my human ones.

How I dreaded that question as my grip on her frame tightened. I'd never been known to shiver from fear too often, but there be just some horrors that a man ain't so willing to face more than once in his lifetime.

"Well, first, I'll be in need of your clothes, Aesteal. All of 'em," I said, amusing myself with the confusion plastering itself on her face.

It didn't take long for Aesteal to have her curiosity answered nor for her to sympathize with my misery as I pulled out a sewing machine. I'd been able to buy this one from the shops that Ellen and Naala visited. Naturally, this purchase received some chuckles from Naala. She inquired whether I'd be making my claim into the noble fashion industry. I vowed to make her pay for this jestful mockery at some point.

Aye, it was another time of dreaded rune sewing for me. When I sent Aesteal away, every second seemed more dreadful than the last until she returned with all of her clothes in a woven basket. She set it before me and I exhaled. I took off my coat and laid it over my chair. With a drink of water, me making futile attempts to postpone my misery, finished, I sat down and took hold of the first piece of Aesteal's clothing. Thus began the first day of torture that would come upon me.

Much to my surprise, I'd gotten through Aesteal's clothing faster than I'd anticipated. It'd taken three days of continuous work, but I'd managed to sew even grander runes into all of Aesteal's clothes which I felt would benefit her as an archer.

Unfortunately, she was just the first of over ten other baskets that lay on my bed. As the crew hadn't seen me for a few days, my mother was designated as the one to check on me. When she came in, I'd been in the midst of working. I could only grant her small pleasantries lest she break my concentration and I lose precious progress.

Luckily for me, she seemed to understand my plight and left me alone, only returning with my food for those three days.

After Aesteal's clothes, I swiftly moved on to my mother's. Surprisingly, hers were more than Aesteal's though not by much. It took me another three days to handle hers.

Unfortunately, those days couldn't last as I dealt with Naala, Ellen, Diane, Maeloson, and Goron. They had a lot of clothes and it'd taken me about twenty days to deal with all of them. It had been nearly a long month at sea before I was allowed any sort of blissful sleep. When I had finished with them, I'd let myself sleep for two days without interruption.

I knew not how Ellen or my mother got the crew to be silent, but whatever they did I was thankful for it. The only sensation I felt was Nei and Lei resting their bodies against mine. They slipped underneath my sheets and settled into my shirt. They spoke not a word and fell asleep as well.

Even after two days of rest, I still felt a little exhausted. Either I hadn't rested enough or I'd drained more of my mana than I'd anticipated. Thankfully, it wasn't similar to the discomfort I felt back in the Empire.

My ears picked up on the sounds of my crew outside, yet I noticed that the ship wasn't moving. When my eyes became less blurry, I noticed that there was light in the sky despite its cloudy firmament. Curious, I tried to move slowly to not wake Nei and Lei. Yet, it seemed that fortune wasn't with me. The two fairmaids squirmed as I lifted them onto my shoulder.

"Mate, well?" Nei inquired.

"Aye, for the moment. Now, let's go see what stays the ship from sailing the blue waters of D'orn this day," I said as I grabbed my coat and took up my boots. I then marched toward the door and opened it.

The lit grey sky welcomed me and so did the cheers of the crew as my ears picked up on men and women splashing about in the waters around the ship. Others were hauling up busted barrels filled with various treasures from the sea.

"'Ey lads! Get a load of this! Turns out we got ourselves a captain after all!" someone hollered as eyes quickly turned to face me in surprise.

"Ahoy, Cap'n! Mighty fine day fer a shot a claiming the sea's finest booty, be it not?!" a woman inquired, pushing her hands through her sopping wet hair.

"Yet, ain't no finer booty than this!" A man claimed, making the lass jump before she followed with a punch to his nose. I knew not what he did, but clearly, he'd done something to piss the lass off.

The woman scowled. "And ain't no finer broken face than yours, Makik!" the lass claimed while others laughed. The man, Makik, resurfaced holding a bloody nose though laughing all the same.

I watched them for a moment, chuckling when Nei and Lei tilted their heads confused by what they just saw. I then spotted Ellen making her way over to me. "You look like shit," she said.

"Aye, feel like it too. Why have we stopped?" I asked.

Ellen reached into her pockets and pulled out one of the maps of the area. "'Cause we're in the Tiplaad Sea. The helmsman mentioned you wanted to stop here, and I can see why. We've dug up quite a bit from the wreckage of various ships, though I think we're lucky that you woke up now," she said.

Even without her telling me, I knew what she meant as I sensed the sea steadily growing restless. The air was also thick with the rain as the beginnings of a storm were set to come upon us. "Surely the lot of you could survive a storm without me," I said.

Ellen snorted. "I ain't making a fucking bet with you ever again. I sure as hell ain't gonna test that theory. With any luck, it won't be a heavy one. You never specified how long you wanted to stay here either," she mentioned.

Before I could answer, Ellen and I watched as the fairmaids flew out of us and into the water. I couldn't even stop them before they started diving as far as they could go.

"Well, it be clear we ain't gonna be leaving now. Besides, this be the time to rest my nerves from the hell I've endured over the other days. We spend another three or four days here depending on how fair the weather remains for us. Make sure those idiots don't drown out there," I ordered.

Surprisingly, Ellen's lips curved into a smile. "That's what I've been doing since I've stepped on this floating piece of fucking Callamum wood!" she replied. As she turned to walk away, she faced me.

"And please, go see Diane and Goron. They've been asking for you enough times to make me wanna tear my own ears off," my lovely Quartermaster said as she departed from me to another part of the ship.

I tried not to stare at her ass too much. "And did they say what for?" I asked.

"No idea, and no desire to know either," she responded, waving her hand to me as she left.

A laugh escaped my lips before I focused my attention on the lower decks. I stepped forward and walked into the belly of my ship. I noticed how quiet the wooden halls felt, the only sounds being of the waves and my men outside.

As I journeyed down, I stopped in front of the door for food storage. I grabbed myself a wooden plate and loaded it with fine morsels. Ordinarily, one ain't allowed to do this so as to prevent any theft of the ship, but I'd resolve to find my mother and inform her of what I'd taken. Having slept for two days, my stomach wailed for nourishment.

When I received my meal, I made my way back through the ship. I ate happily, feasting on dried fish, raisin bread, and fresh harvest grain. By the time I made it to the door where the Root was stationed, I'd all but devoured every scrap of food off my plate.

I opened the door and set the plate off somewhere unimportant. As expected, nothing was in the room except for the magic matrix that would lead to Liara's establishment. Acting quickly so that I might see the end of the matter, I stepped onto the matrix and channeled my mana through it. The floor glowed with a bright light that swiftly enveloped me and took me to my destination.

As the light faded, I noticed the familiar reflective tiles of The Root. As usual, the atmosphere was near dark and staircases seemed to lead into the very depths of eternity itself. I wondered how many had gotten lost in here trying to unearth Liara's secrets.

Taking a moment, I searched out Diane and Goron's mana. Thankfully, it wasn't complicated as they were the only two living beings traversing The Root's vast halls. I quickly flared my mana several times, alerting them to my presence while I made my way to Liara's office room.

Even on my own, I found myself astounded by how much I'd grown used to walking through these wondrous hallways. Even though I'd not interacted with the numerous doors lining the hallways, I'd grown used to recognizing how dangerous they were by the foreboding feeling behind them. I hoped I'd never have a reason to go through any.

Once I made it to Liara's office. I opened the door and noticed her two employees waiting for me there. "Something must be wrong with me if I'm feeling sad I don't get to see your ugly mug every day," Burnwood commented.

I hummed. "You always be welcome to share the bed of the Captain if you wish," I replied, knowing full well that she understood my meaning.

"Good. I'll be sure to kick you out of it when I get the chance," she fired back.

We could have traded barbs until The Root turned into a dusty relic of the ages. Unfortunately, Goron didn't seem too invested in that happening. "There's been a request for an audience," he said, holding up a scroll.

My lips thinned as I glanced at it. I then looked at Goron. "I assume this be a matter different from the others. You'd not call me here if it were trivial," I assumed, watching Goron shaking his head in response to my words. Even out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Diane looking less than enthusiastic about the idea of this scroll. Hell, Goron too seemed to detest offering it to me.

"You'd be correct. However, it's an important matter that can't be ignored. I don't pretend to understand all of the thoughts of Lady Liara, however, I believe she would grant this matter the proper attention it deserves," he urged, handing the scroll to me.

I stared at Goron for a long while before I finally sighed. Wherever Liara was, I wished she'd return soon. Handling these matters in her store was becoming a bit of a pain.

I took the scroll from Goron and sat at the desk. Unlike most other scrolls, this one was wrapped in pure sapphire cloth, a notable mark of nobles in realms higher than D'orn. As soon as I touched the cloth, it became enflamed in dark purple fire. From Liara's memories, even without opening the scroll, I knew of only one who'd bother greeting her this way.

I prayed that it might be someone different, that my nerves were just messing with me, yet The Fates were not with me this day as I opened the scroll. My eyes trailed along the contents inside as the frown on my face got deeper and deeper until I finally tossed the scroll on the table.

"What a fucking matter to wake up to. Of all the fucking people I've got to endure in this lifetime, it had to be you," I thought as I stared at the ceiling.

Vanmirritanhalkos, or Vanmirr as most referred him.

Unlike most others, Vanmirr had no origin in D'orn. Most on D'orn didn't even know he existed, and they ought to be thankful they didn't. In his realm, Vanmirr had been birthed as the wretched spawn between a werewolf king and vampire queen, a union many would think utterly impossible since the lot tended to hate each other.

Naturally, many wanted to get rid of the child, especially since both considered him an abomination filled with inferior blood. Fortunately for him, the vampire queen hid him away for many years, yet he returned one day when he came of age and overthrew both clans in less than five days. It mattered not what people thought of him, he'd killed those who stood in his way until none were willing to oppose him.

Thus he united the clans and conquered the world he'd lived in. Many beastmen, humans, elves, orcs, and other species all became enslaved to his will. Yet, it was not his power that made so many fear him. It was his penchant for the desiring of sacrifices.

Vanmirr lived inside a castle where he requested a sacrifice at least once a year. He'd host a party offering exquisite meat and drinks to his guests. As I'd seen, Liara never ate or drank anything from him. In fact, whenever her business was concluded she'd leave almost immediately. Supposedly, his food was laced with blood from his own body. None could handle it easily and they'd all lose their minds and senses to his might, performing any debased acts that he wished. After all, there was no one strong enough to stop him.

That said, Liara put up with him because there were a lot of rare and valuable materials in his realm that were found nowhere else. Usually, in exchange for those materials, Liara provided Vanmirr with meats not known to his realm. As far as I knew he never had a concern.

Unfortunately, there was a single time that Liara needed Vanmirr's help and she traded a favor for it. Though her face remained pleasant at the time, the unease in her eyes was evident to me. I never thought that fucker would keep a damn favor for 5000 years.

Like many others, Vanmirr had no doubt dreamed of bedding Liara. I was sure he would have loved to have her partake in any perverse blood rituals that might stimulate the powerful veins in his body. Yet, surprisingly, his request wasn't of a matter like that. Instead, he invited the head of The Root to a feast in the coming months. Apparently, he wished for another deal.

It hadn't been lost on me that he asked for the head, not Liara, in his letter. Either he somehow learned of Liara's ascension and knew that I'd replaced her while she was gone, or he was just being a cheeky bilge rat who enjoyed his games too much. Hell, it could be both.

I looked at Diane and Goron. Though they tried to keep their faces neutral, I noticed their hesitancy. Finally, I stood up and rolled my neck. "Well, if the fucker's expecting us, then best we not disappoint him then," I said.

Neither looked convinced. "You sure this is a good idea?" Diane inquired.

"Of course it ain't a good idea, Diane. In fact, I've got my own list of grievances to air out to Liara should her heels clack through this shop's hallways again. However, it ain't impossible to navigate. Besides, everyone not of D'orn knows why that bastard blotted out the sun in his realm. He might be the pinnacle of both clans, yet he shares every weakness of theirs. Ain't no wonder why there ain't no pure silver there. Even then, I best go so I don't sour the relationships Liara's built. However, his letter never mentioned how many guests I could bring," I said with a smirk on my face.

Diane and Goron, understandably, looked at me confused. "What are you planning in that damned head of yours?" Diane asked, matching the smirk on my face.

"You shall see that question answered soon enough," I said, stamping the seal of The Root on the invitation. As soon as I wrapped it up in the thread, it faded out of my hand and would appear in front of its master whenever he wished for it.

I felt the weight of Goron's gaze upon me and shifted my focus to him. As expected of a man who'd worked many years until the watchful eye of The Witch of Draegnar, Goron's face gave nothing away. Yet, I could tell he was eager to speak his mind. Fortunately, I had a feeling I knew what he might inquire about.

"You don't seem to be taking this seriously. Keep in mind that this will be the second mighty figure not of D'orn that you've had to encounter. You navigated the first one well, but Vanmirr is known to be cunning. It wouldn't be in your best interest to take him lightly," Goron warned.

I fully faced Goron and stepped over to him. Leaning my head back, I challenged his large, imposing form. "Rest assured, Goron. I have indeed learned the harsh sting of my own hubris. It shall be a constant reminder of my failure. Every breath I take reminds me of it. Best you understand that I take nothing lightly anymore," I said, irritation steadily starting to rise in my voice.

I didn't wait for Goron's reply. Instead, I walked out of the room and through the maze-like hallways of The Root. At some point, I stopped walking. I stood in the wondrous, yet dark light passageways whose walls seemed to go so high there was no ceiling. Countless doors I passed, many of them with more than enough magic materials to craft me what I'd lost. Yet, if I lost it, was I worthy to even have it in the first place?

"You know Goron didn't mean it that way."

I turned and noticed Diane approach me from behind.

She continued. "Long as I've known the old man he's never been good at speaking to others. However, the old man expresses concern about you. He probably just doesn't want Lady Liara to be wrong in her assessment of you. You know her tendencies. I'm sure she didn't hand over The Root to you in your first life, did she?"

In spite of myself, I chuckled. "Aye, that she didn't. She'd have been pretty fucking foolish to trust such a matter to a bilge rat. Even now, I know not her intentions in leaving me to handle this mess. I be a pirate, Diane. I ain't the one to come to for all things magic, god, demon, or what have you. Had I not Liara's memories, I'd know next to nothing of matters like this. You or Goron would be better suited," I admitted.

At this, Diane laughed. "Trust me, Goron and I ain't got the stuff made for this. We're good at it in moments, but it wouldn't be long until either of us spiraled this hellhole outta control. Believe me, I didn't believe in you at the start either. I thought Lady Liara was fucking crazy to grant favor to a damn pirate, especially one who was known amongst the poorest fuckers of Draegnar. Yet, I started to understand long before I Delverhold what Lady Liara saw in you. Maybe I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I don't know anyone else who could get me on a ship with fucking Ellen Sothshore," Diane said.

The smirk on my face got a tad bigger, yet I faced her. "Aye, and perhaps that be why I've not corrected that mistake. What better way to discipline a rotten scourge than a constant reminder? Worry not about Vanmirr, I have just the matter to rein him in should he test the limits of my patience. Besides, I doubt Liara would settle for a lesser man who dared not measure her expectations. It be a road I set myself to travel and I'll be sure that the ship shall stay its course," I said.

Diane walked closer to me. "Good. 'Cause I ain't gonna follow any bastard or bitch whose ass I can kick," The Guard of the Witch mentioned, jabbing me in the shoulder.

"I'll be sure to remember that," I said as I grabbed her wrist. I then pulled her toward me and took her lips without much resistance. I couldn't help being amused when her eyes widened in shock. She then tried to wrestle control of our embrace from me, yet I subdued her with my strength.

After a moment, she settled for wrapping a hand on my head. I caressed her cheek and snaked my other arm around her waist, pulling her body against mine. Our lips smacked together and the heat from her tongue burned against my own.

When we separated, she laughed. "And maybe I stick around because I like it when you do that too," she commented.

"I'll be sure to do it more often. And be sure to stop by my quarters and pick up your clothes. I've finished them, and I'd rather an entire month at sea not go to waste and you not like the improvements I've made."

Not too many things could make Diane's eyes gleam like they did, however, this seemed to be one of those things. "Oh yeah? I'll be sure to test it out. You still owe me more fights after all. Now, since you still look like shit, we'll make sure the store doesn't go up in flames," she said.

"Very well, I'll be sure to handle the rest of the matters while we continue to sail to Olipios," I returned.

Diane pushed me away and walked off while I soon found myself back on my ship. I didn't remember much except the wave of exhaustion that flooded my body again. I really wished this young body of mine would gather more energy. Clearly, I was in need of it.

When I entered my quarters, I didn't even hesitate to fall back on my bed. I absently listened to the sounds of my crew outside my room. The splashing and cheers outside provided me with a wondrous ambiance. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep, my bed providing me with great comfort.

"And why exactly do I gotta fucking be here?"

"Because Sir's more at ease when you're around."

I knew not how long I'd slept, but my ears started to pick up on voices in my quarters.

"I think you've got yourself and I mixed up. This is stupid. I'm leaving," one of the voices said before the other spoke.

"Shhhhhh. You've sailed aboard the ship for a few months now. You know what Sir does and doesn't like. It'll be good for him, and you."

I then heard the other voice suck its teeth. "I ain't even good at this damn stuff. You should have gotten someone else," the other voice argued.

"Somehow, I don't believe that'll be a concern. Trust me, I sense your concern for Sir as well," the first voice calmly answered.

There was a brief stint of silence that made me wonder if the voice had just been a lovely part of my dreams. In my exhaustion, I was prepared to be taken back to the Land of Dreams before I heard the other voice speak.

"I don't fucking... whatever. Let's just get this shit over with," the other voice finally answered.

Unwilling to open my eyes, I used my ears to pick up on the sounds of two pairs of feet gliding across my wooden floor. I then heard the barest clatter of some type of jar on my table.

"I can't believe I'm fucking doing this."

At this point, I highly doubted this had to do with my dreams. My mind was quickly drawn away from my sleep and I shifted in my bed. I turned over and smiled. It seemed like I'd shocked my two guests because they stopped moving. It was easy to tell they were there since I sensed the massive bodies of water right next to me.

Eager to not ruin whatever was being planned, I decided to keep with the appearance of being asleep. I wasn't sure how good I was doing, but I must have succeeded since they continued whatever they were doing.

"A complaining spirit makes a troubled heart," one of them said.

"If I gotta suffer through this, then you'd better get used to it. I know damn well I... ain't good at showing affection. Utter one more word and I'm leaving you to do this idea of yours alone!" the other hissed.

I tried hard not to give myself away by chuckling. Now that I was a little more awake, I quickly realized who my guests were. I wasn't sure what they were here for, but I got something of an idea when I heard the shuffling of clothes dropping to the floor.

I wanted to peek, just to gaze upon the treasures bestowed only to me. Unfortunately, I must have waited too long because before I could open my eyes they were covered by a warm cloth.

"Mmmm... what's going on?" I questioned, trying to shake the sleep out of my voice.

"Shhhhh. Don't get up, Sir. Just lean back as your needs are taken care of. Let us take care of you," the voice said next to my ear. The words were like the sweetest honey my ears had ever tasted. They sent reverberating shivers from my face and down to my feet.

Even though I knew who this was, my thoughts were solidified with Aesteal's very particular aura sought out mine. Seeing as how I was supposed to be awake, I figured responding wouldn't stop what they had planned for me.

"What are you up to, Aesteal?" I asked.

"Only the Great Spirit knows beginning and end, Sir. You shall have to wait for now, but I believe you will be well pleased with it," Aesteal said.

With my vision obscured, I shivered when I felt a finger touched my chest and trail down to my stomach. Despite my exhaustion, my cock lurched beneath the sheets of my bed. Aesteal must have spotted that because she giggled.

"And it seems you already are," she commented sultrily.

Before I could respond, my nose picked up the smell of something incredibly sweet. The room smelled of the fragrance of honeysuckle, jasmine, and lavender. Many riches smells delighted my nose as if I was tasting vanilla and milk cream on my tongue. Any stress that I might have accumulated was slowly ebbed away.

"And where did you get this?" I asked.

I felt the covers slowly fall off my body. "All of my kind in Fgg'rial knew how to craft this mixture. With just the right combination it could turn into the sweetest-smelling poison that no target would notice. We consider it a very merciful death as it offers one last glimpse into the beauty of the world of the spirits before one passes away. It has been used for many of our sick and dying. However, it is also useful for when... elves take lovers or spouses," she said as she slipped the covers off me.

Never before had I wished I'd taken a bit of time to undress myself. Having to hear and feel Aesteal messing with my pants when we could have gotten the matter over and done with made me curse myself. Yet, there was a good measure to be found here. Lust started replacing my exhaustion as Aesteal pulled my pants off.

"And... it makes for a strong sexual stimulant," she added lastly as my cock sprang right in her face.

Though I saw nothing, the pleasure continued to rise within me. I felt another pair of hands back on my chest, removing my shirt from me. I tried to reach my hand out and touch my masseuse, but I was harshly rebuffed for my efforts.

"She said don't move. Just fucking enjoy this while you can."

Unable to resist myself, I released a small laugh when Ellen spoke. She could try and deny it if she wished, but my body was bathed in the Essence of Vilinlith. The primordial power of the Mother of All Succubi was entrenched into every nerve beneath my skin. Little though it was at the moment, there was no way I couldn't sense her steadily growing arousal.

"And how best I enjoy such a treat if I can't even touch it or behold it?" I asked.

"Use your damn imagination," Ellen answered as she continued to slather my chest with delicate oils while Aesteal covered my legs. The sensations were incredible. Every touch seemed to ignite the delicate pulses of my flesh.

I inhaled deepkly through my nostrils, taking in more of the delectable aroma that Aesteal had enflamed. Ellen would take one of my hands and carefully massage it as best she could. One wouldn't think that the owner of the Dead Tales would have such delicate fingers nor use them so tenderly, yet that was a privilege only granted to me. She worked my palm and my fingers until I felt something soft and slimy on my stomach.

"Mmmmmmm," Aesteal groaned, making me shiver when I felt her bountiful breasts running the length of my legs and thighs. I felt the tips of her nipples pushing and rubbing my skin while Ellen ran another hand over my chest.

They continued like this for a long time, teasing me, testing me, infuriating me, always leaving me just beyond the realm of madness. Every time I'd tried to make a grab at one of them, they'd swat my hand away and redouble their efforts. It was no help to me that their lust was quickly pouring into me. The exhaustion that I'd felt before was drowned away in a seastorm of sexual energy. I was pushed to the furthest depths of my patience to not take the lasses before me. They'd clearly planned this matter out and I'd rather not ruin it for them.

Luckily, I was allowed my reward when I felt one of them slide their finger over the under part of my erect shaft. "Only one part left, and look at it. It's fucking harder than Sairanian stone," Ellen said.

"Y-Yes, it is quite the marvel. S-So large... powerful... and s-s-strong," Aesteal added in, her very voice quivering with want, nay need. Her damned lips had to be within mere inches of my cock because I felt her breath tickling it mercilessly.

"Yeah. How he fucking controls this thing I'll never know. Though since you're the one who suggested this, it's only fitting that you give this a proper massage first," Ellen suggested.

There was silence for a little while, yet I heard Aesteal groan. Never had I felt a stronger urge to blow my load than when Ellen firmly took hold of my cock. "And believe me, you never had a choice in the matter," She said.

"N-NNNUGHGK!"

I couldn't resist. Before I could even think to stop myself, my cock fired a load of cum into what I assumed was Aesteal's mouth. A torrent of lust roared through my quarters and flew into my body. I thrust my hips up desperate to release every rope of cum that I could offer. Aesteal's mouth was so hot, so wet, and so inviting. Her tongue licked the underside of my dick while my balls rested on her chin. Her throat opened up to take my length and my load. She swallowed it all while bright colors flashed in the darkness around my eyes.

I heard Ellen grunt in amusement. "I always knew you elves were cum-hungry sluts. Didn't even spill a fucking drop. Well, keep going, our Captain's gonna be hard again soon enough."

Just as Ellen said, once the last bits of my cum were out my cock began to harden in my bonded elf's mouth. Aesteal was then forced to start bobbing her head up and down. She sucked the full length of my shaft while Ellen's fingers rolled and fondled my balls. In and out, my cock hit cold air until it was back between the soft lips of Aesteal's mouth.

I leaned my head back and groaned in delight. My hands clenched the sheets of my bed as the lustful essence flowed into me. While Aesteal's blowing of my cock was nice, I quickly realized that there was something different about this one. It was done without her usual steady pace. She was a lot rougher and Ellen's lust kept steadily growing higher with Aesteal's. Not to mention Aesteal had begun to gag a few times.

It took me a moment, but I quickly realized what was happening when Ellen spoke. "How does that cock taste? I bet if I let go of you right now, you'd continue on without my help," she said.

"Haa! Haaaa... haaaa... it's amazing. I-It's hotter than a flaming arrow. S-So hard and virile. Nnnnngh! S-Sir, does it feel good?" Aesteal inquired.

"Aye, Aesteal. It feels good. It be better than anything any sailor might experience in his ordinary lifetime," I admitted.

"Just you wait, Sir. It's not over yet," Aesteal said.

I thought that meant she was ready to continue, but I heard Ellen curse before another mouth was shoved onto my cock. Ellen's lust exploded and every sensation she felt was poured into me. I sensed the quivering of her snatch as she came. Her body spasmed like a bolt of lightning magic had pierced right through her.

I also sensed Ellen's anger with Aesteal, yet she continued to suck my cock anyway. "Nnnnngh! Hnnngh! Guhh! Hahaaa! Y-You... g-gualk!" Ellen grumbled while Aesteal controlled her movements.

"She enjoys you too, Sir. You wouldn't believe what I'd seen that inspired this idea. While you were secluded in your quarters, our Quartermaster forgot her door was open. I'm normally not one to pry into others' affairs, yet imagine my surprise when she's on her bed passionately calling for your touch, Sir. Imagine her back arched, her fingers teasing every corner of her body. One hand on her breast, the other fingering her nether regions like an abandoned wife away from her husband whose gone off to war. She missed you greatly, Sir. Surely you wouldn't be cruel to her, would you?" Aesteal asked, cleverly manipulating my mind to play the events of her story before me.

I imagined it. The lustful essence certainly helped in painting the picture of Ellen in her room. My cock hardened and Ellen's sucking got faster. I watched as she toyed with herself. I watched her fingers piston in and out of her snatch. Her toes would dig into her bedsheet and she'd grit her teeth until her body thundered with a soul-releasing orgasm.

Before I could answer, the blindfold was taken off me and I saw Aesteal slowly pushing and pulling Ellen's head up and down. The latter had utterly fallen to her lust. Her eye was closed, savoring the feeling of my cock while Aesteal licked her lips.

"No, I shan't be cruel to such a lass, and neither shall I be cruel to you, Aesteal," I said as I pulled Ellen off my cock. Before she could protest, I kissed her. Her mouth roughly tangled with mine while Aesteal observed us. Ellen's fingers grabbed my cock and she stroked it, continuing the wonderful massage granted to me.

Once we parted, I kissed Aesteal next. Her body trembled against mine while her hands rested on my chest. Ellen then swiftly got back to business, devouring my cock like our kiss hadn't even mattered. I didn't mind it too much. In fact, I grabbed her head and met her eagerness with my own. Holding her, I forced her to endure the suffering that I'd had under their touch. I fucked her face, my balls slapping her chin while my hands fondled and kneaded Aesteal's breasts like dough.

"Nnnnngh! Nhhhhaaaa, Sir! Ooooooooh spirits! Yes! Y-Yessssssss!" Aesteal hissed, throwing her head back. Their feelings and thoughts bashed into my body, fueling the ends of my lust all the more. The slippery oils made it a little difficult to hold onto them, but there was something about that made it all the more tantalizing for all of us.

As I worked my hips, my second orgasm was almost upon me. I thrust harder into Ellen's face, messing up her hair. "Prepare for my cum, Ellen. There shall indeed be more of it!" I growled as I shoved her face into my crotch. My body instinctively willed the essence of Vilinlith to lengthen my cock. I felt Ellen's throat so well even she couldn't help but choke on my man's mast. My cock bulged in her mouth and Vilinlith's essence increased the volume of my cum before I fired it into Ellen's mouth.

"MMMMMMNNGH! NNNNGH! G-GHUUUUAK!" She groaned as she bashed my leg with her fist. Somehow, I managed to let her go just in time to watch my cum hit the side of her face. She fell back and coughed.

"Fuck! Are you trying to fucking drown me?!" she asked, though I decided not to comment on the way she licked her lips. I also wouldn't comment on the way her chest heaved and her womanly fluids rushed down her thighs like a waterfall.

While Ellen tried to straighten herself, I touched her cheek and brought her gaze back to me. Before she could speak, I kissed her much to her surprise. Her tongue was salty and her breath was thick with my scent, yet I made no move to pull away. I was far too aroused to do otherwise.

"Then let me allow you to repay the favor," I answered as I took my arms from Aesteal and flipped Ellen over making her gasp.

"What the hell you f-f-f-ucking... s-s-shiiiiit!" My Quartermaster hissed in delight as I laid her on her side. I then knelt a tad further down from her and latched my tongue on her cunt. Her lust fed my own as my body trembled just like her legs.

"Nnnnnnnnngh fuck! Yesssssssss! Holy shit, that fucking feels good! D-Damn!" she groaned as she grabbed my head. She pulled me in while her legs rested on my shoulders. My tongue worked over the outer rim of her nether lips. I pulled them and massaged them just as she'd done for me.

"Nngh... hhnnghgn... aaaaaaah! D-Do you really like tongue-fucking my cunt... that... much?" she asked, her legs twitching and her toes curling.

I didn't even bother answering that question. I'd have given up my entire treasure for this opportunity. That I was granted it now meant that there would never be a time that I'd not make use of this moment.

Before I could plunge my tongue into her warm, dripping slit, I shivered when I felt Aesteal gobble down my cock as well. I watched the edges of her hair as she bobbed up and down wantonly. Using one of my hands, I grabbed her head and controlled her movements, enjoying the way her tongue expertly coiled around my man's pole.

Following her enthusiasm. I speared my tongue into Ellen's pussy. Her entrance was tight and clenched my tongue, refusing to let it go. Delicate ale produced by her body flowed into my mouth like I'd just walked through the desert in my dreams for the second time.

Through our oral acts, the lust continued to swirl about in my quarters. We were slaves to our passions and I felt the growing desire of my lasses reach such a height that I could barely keep myself contained with all the power being consumed by my body. I dared say it threatened to overwhelm my brain before I managed to get control of myself. I strike Ellen's clit one time before I pulled away.

"Aesteal, get up. You've massaged me with your mouth long enough. Now, I'll massage you. I'll make sure your body never forgets it," I said.

Aesteal, reluctantly, pulled my cock out of her mouth. Her eyes were clouded by lust. All she could mutter was a feeble, "Y-Yes, Sir."

I could tell Ellen wanted to argue, but she bit her lip while Aesteal got off my bed. Then, beneath the light of the scented candles, her body became illuminated as she leaned against the wall. Her entire body was trembling and her pussy ached for my cock.

"F-Fill your desire within me, Sir. Make me never forget your touch," Aesteal pleaded.

I offered no words. Instead, I lifted her leg. She threw her hands around me as my cock slowly pierced her insides. "M-Mnnngghgh!" Aesteal groaned, cumming like a damned broken faucet. Her other leg gave out and I was forced to pick her up.

"Oooooooooh spirits! S-Sir, your cock! S-So strong... h-hard... HNGH!" My bonded elf groaned in delight.

My cock sank all the way into her while she held me so close it was like she was trying to devour my body with her own. Her tits on my chest, her lips kissing my cheek, and her pussy wrapped around my cock, we stared at each other.

"This was your destination wasn't it, Aesteal? To be held, to be filled with a man's cock, to be fucked like the slutty elf you've become. This was your grand plan at the end of it all, wasn't it?" I asked.

"Y-Yes, Sir. It was many w-w-weeks without your touch, your cock, your body against mine. I wanted to be filled with you, to kiss you, and to mate with you, only you, Sir. You are the only one I shall ever desire," she admitted.

Amused, yet honored, I pulled my hips back and thrust them forward, scratching and pounding away at the insides of her pussy. Her face devolved into a state of sheer ecstasy. "Then I shall give you what you planned for," I whispered into her ear.

"Y-Yessssssss! Oh fuck! Fuck me, Sir! Take me as long as you wish. You are the only one I wish to be intimate with. N-Never shall I take another! NnnghghgghhhHhhhH!" she cried as I slammed my hips against hers.

Her declaration drove me to move without rest. Despite our slow start, I'd all but pounded into her hard enough to beat the wall like a drum. When my cock explored her depths, she'd leak a torrent of juice. Her nails clawed at my back and her lips tasted like sweet apples.

"OooOoooooooh... nnnnnnnnngh... y-yesssss.... Fuckkkkk! H-Harder, Sir. Fuck me harder. Give me everything!" Aesteal urged. She rocked her hips with mine, her feet helplessly dangling in my arms.

"Wake up the whole damn ship why don't you."

From my side, Ellen appeared. She touched Aesteal's cheek and snorted. "Of the many elves I've seen and dealt with, you might be the sluttiest out of all of them. Never seen a more cock-hungry slut than the one in front of me. Then again, I bet that gets the captain's paddles rowing like no other," Ellen answered as she turned Aesteal's head and kissed her.

"Only... hnhaaaaa... for him. I desire no other man to see me... huuuuuhaaaa... act this way," Aesteal answered back, tangling her tongue with Ellen's.

"Mmmmmm, good. Then shake those damn hips. Make him cum so I can get my fucking turn," Ellen growled lustfully. She slid her hand down Aesteal's stomach and stroked her clit with her fingers. Aesteal twisted and turned, writhing like a ship in a terrible storm of unleashed bliss.

"Why wait?" I asked.

Before Ellen could ask what I meant, I watched her gasp as the Essence of Vilinlith split my consciousness in two. I found myself behind Ellen, grabbing her hips and shoving my cock into her blazing wet inferno. "NNNNNNNNNNGH! D-Dammit! How are you... mmmgh!"

Ellen's words died in her throat as I lodged myself inside her as well. She held Aesteal's hand and the other pressed against the wall granting her some leverage.

I fucked them both. Their beautiful voices filled up my quarters. Their massage of me forgotten, I massaged them instead and scratched the itch of their naughty pussies with my cock. I left no corner, no bump, no curve untouched as the pleasure overtook us. Every bump, every crook, every slimy thrust and squeeze was a delight, a feast for our bodies.

Though I held Aesteal in my arms, watching the sweat pour down her glistening body, I also held Ellen in my arms. Every slam of my hips, a tremble through her core. She'd squeeze me like her hands were around my throat, trying to choke the life, the fight, the vigor out of my body. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the matter, I had much to give. The Essence of Vilinlith made sure none of us tired out easily. The more I used it, the more we produced.

Like a beast, I came inside them both. My balls ached and so did my cock, but I refused to buckle. They'd scream and cry, cumming with me and staining my floor. Their beautiful legs were like sweet jelly, trembling at the slightest touch. I'd kiss Ellen and grope her tits while I also lace Aesteal's neck with tongue strikes.

"Nnnnnnnnnnngh! Yes! Right there! Uuuuughghgh! Come on! Fuck me faster dammit! R-R-Really give it to me. Nhg... s-shit I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum again!" Ellen warned, gritting her teeth.

"M-Me too. It feels so good. It's so good, Sir. Please keep fucking me. Fuck me as long as you wish! Oooooh Ghndal! Ranska! Ilfor! Ramik! B-By the Great Spirits above!" Aesteal said.

At some point, we all moved back to my bed. Aesteal's legs lay on my shoulders while Ellen had her hands and knees on my bed, her ass sticking out to me. "Mmmmmmmmmngh! FUCK!" Ellen groaned, arching back with her eyes rolling into her head.

My quartermaster came again, her body shaking the cum I'd spray on her onto the bed.

"SIR! Oh spiritsssss!" Aesteal wailed next, her cunt suffocating my cock better than any boa could do to a man.

We fucked and our bodies enjoyed each other. At some point, my consciousness returned to one body. Ellen slammed her hips against mine while my tongue licked through Aesteal's folds. They moaned together, grinding themselves against me while holding hands.

"Y-You look like such a dumb slut right now. You'd put any brothel prostitute to shame," Ellen teased. I sensed Aesteal's ears shake.

"Yet, I hold no comparison to your passions, Ellen. How does Sir's cock feel?" my bonded elf questioned.

"Fuck me, it feels good. It feels so damn good, it's infuriating. It always feels good. It always feels fucking amazing. I feel like I can't even live without the damned thing! It's... it's... HNNNNNNNNNNGHGHGH!" Ellen howled into the open air. If anyone somehow hadn't heard us, then they sure as hell heard us now.

Over and over we alternated until finally either we were done with the lustful essence or it was done with us. I leaned back on my bed with my hands behind my head. I watched Ellen and Aesteal turn over on my bed. They fondled my cock between their tits, glancing at me.

"Look at the fucker. So damn smug just cause he's a fucking good lay," Ellen said, smirking with me.

"It would be horrid to deny the truth. I'd never known such passion before in my time with my Order. No doubt they'd shame me if they saw me now, yet I care not. That I please Sir is all that I need," Aesteal claimed.

I toyed with her hair. "And please me you do, Aesteal. 'Tis a great fortune to have you aboard my ship. Both of you. Now, bring your lovely bodies together. I'll make sure the entire ship knows that! I claimed.

They released my cock and I quickly knelt before them. Their faces inches from me, I stroked my cock the rest of the way. Throwing my head back, the last vestiges of the flaming lust of Vilinlith powering me, I groaned as I released my last spurts of cum on their faces and their chests. My knees burned and my breath exhaled like the dying wisps of a spirit.

Yet, when I looked down, I smiled as I saw Aesteal lick my cum off her fingers while Ellen licked her lips clean. "I always thought I'd fucking shank the balls of a fucker who dared think they could do this to me. Never did I think I'd allow it by you of all people," she said, eyeing me carefully.

"Be you complaining?" I asked.

Ellen snorted as I fell back on my bed. After a few moments, they lay down with me. I kissed one and then the other. Their hands touched my chest while I waved a piece of water to put out the flames of the candle.

"...my legs are still shaking," Aesteal said, her voice piercing through the darkness.

"They'll shake a lot more in the future," I responded. Though Aesteal giggled, I heard Ellen huff.

"If your father ain't a damn demon of sex like that bitch back on that island, then I'll fucking throw myself overboard," my Quartermaster grumbled. She then sharply inhaled when I kissed her cheek again.

"Perhaps I be lucky that he ain't so fortunate. It gave me the opportunity with my mother after all. This old scourge thanks you both for the night. Best you enjoyed it too 'cause the next days will be just as busy for me," I said.

"We'll be sure to receive you should you need us," my bonded elf added in, her legs tangling around my left one.

"No, you and someone else will. I ain't doing this shit again," Ellen fired back.

"Was the night truly so displeasing to you, Ellen?" Aesteal then asked.

"...whatever," Ellen grumbled.

Slowly, I rubbed my hands over her arms. "Lest it proves you to be right. You can finish what you start," I retorted.

Even with her turned around, I sensed the smile on her face. "And best you not forget it either," she remarked.

I then felt Ellen roll over on her side while Aesteal laughed. The silence aboard the ship steadily drew long as the waves provided us with a delicate ambiance. Slowly, the smell of Aesteal's elven fragrance seeped into my nostrils and relaxed my tired muscles. The wondrous afterglow of sex made my eyelids heavy.

As my consciousness slipped away, it was hard for me not be amused with myself when I heard the familiar moanings of the woman attached to my soul.

"Haaa... haaaa... haaa... nnnnghaaa! Mmmmph!"

I thought to provide a comment, but I was too far gone to try. Even if I did, I doubted An'raie would have answered me anyway. Either way, I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off into my slumber.

"Hehehehe... to think Liara Ilzahold would reject me for an inferior human male. What is it that makes you so special, Eric Drakclaw?"

A voice as deep as the underground moved through my ears. The softness of my bed gave way to a hard, cold surface. I groaned, rolling this way and that while faint glimmers of light pierced through the curtains of my eyes.

When I opened them, I wondered if I might still be dreaming. If I was, then I knew not if it was good or bad.

"And just where have my dreams taken me to this time?" I questioned as I found myself lying on a floor made of sculpted pure gold. Soft, delicate music tickled my ears. From the precise strikes and chords, I assumed the sounds to be from a piano playing classical pieces of literature that any noble would delight themselves in as they made themselves fat off their table of excess and greed.

Once my eyes got more adjusted, I looked at the floor. It was large and wide, fashioned in pure gold. Pillars of ivory and bronze lay around me while windows of silver decorated the high walls. Scarlet curtains laced with beautiful designs hung off each pillar. At the top of each curtain was a symbol that I hadn't recognized at first glance.

When I found my sea legs, I stood up. While I knew not where I'd been dropped this time, there was a feeling at the back of my head that warned me that I ought to know. Of course, as far as strange dreams were concerned, I preferred this to the desert I'd been forced to venture through last time.

Once I knocked the sleep from my body, I swiftly realized that I wasn't alone. I felt the weight of hundreds of eyes on me at the same time. Amidst the music, I heard a brief storm flash outside the hallway I'd woken up in. When I glanced outside, I saw blood fall like rain. Purple lightning flashed through the sky and I suddenly grew anxious. I sensed no water around me and wondered if I might be without my powers once again.

I reached into my coat and pockets only to find that there was nothing on me. Frowning, I even called out to An'raie.

I received no answer.

Still feeling the eyes on me, I wondered why I hadn't been swarmed by enemies yet. "Unless the lot of you were ordered not to touch me," I said to myself.

When I looked up at the ceiling, I saw how dark it was up there. Yet, if I squinted, I could make pairs of red and yellow eyes. Each of them far one way and far the other. The smell of blood stung my nose even amid a sudden, yet enticing aroma of delectable food.

"Come."

Before I could even stop myself, I growled as my legs started moving on their own. Scowling, I attempted to resist yet I was unable to prevent myself from traversing the large hallways glimmering with lavishness.

Try as I might, it seemed as if some otherworldly force had taken control over me. My anger rising, I glared.

"Do not think me so easily to control," I hissed back. Even without my powers, I felt one thing. Magic swelled within me and concentrated itself into my eyes. Finally, I was released from the mysterious hold over me as I felt the Mark of Hoɖ burn within my gaze.

Breathing heavily, my nose filling with a mysterious scent, I saw the wide array of magic swirling around me. Once I saw it, I quickly recognized where I was. There was a lot of vampire magic raging about. Given that a lot of it was blood-oriented, it would be difficult for someone of my level to break casually. Were it normal magic, I'd have a much easier time getting rid of it.

Of the many things I noticed, there were spells that kept my consciousness here for a time. Of course, with the control gone, I figured I could just wait for this spell to run its course. Yet, something told me I wouldn't have that luxury as the eyes above me seemed greatly agitated.

While I was confident I could take them, I wasn't so confident that I could properly handle the one who'd expended such an effort to bring me here. To tear a man out of his dreams was no easy measure. That said, even without them, I admitted to being rather curious about who'd summoned me here with so much preparation. Even though, I had a damn good guess.

Deciding not to waste my time nor my mana, I walked in the direction that I'd been forced to walk for a few minutes. The eyes never left me as I did.

Over time, I passed by a number of staircases lined with beautiful red carpets, yet somehow, I knew these were not the ways to go. I walked far, hearing the piano's keys rumble through the hallways while the storm trickled outside. Blood stained the window glass and priceless chandeliers decorated the ceilings. Unfortunately, my observers were beyond their bright glow. Not even the candlestands illuminating the halls could touch them.

Finally, I noticed that I wasn't alone. At a staircase stood two people, one man and one woman. The man was shirtless and his body was lined with hair like one who lived in the mountains and worked the ground. The woman was much more refined, wearing a white dress befitting a servant girl. Yet, her skin was as pale as the northern frost.

They don't speak and they don't look at me, yet I could tell this was where I was supposed to be. "Now I wonder if I should have fucking burned that letter or not," I thought to myself as I walked up the carpeted stairs.

As I ascended, the music got louder and the smell grew in strength. When I reached the top, I noticed several sets of doors. Each of them was guarded by a man and a woman. Nevertheless, the smell was strongest from the tenth door on the left.

When I came to the door, the woman guarding it opened it without a word. Before I stepped inside, I noticed a large dining hall. The table was so long it fit from one end of the room to the other. On the table were thousands of delicacies that no poor soul would see in their lifetime.

The smell of cooked swine was fresh along with fresh herbs and spices. Bread and butter lined the table along with cheese and other assorted meats. I noticed the goat's head staring up at the ceiling and dishes with vast arrangements of pasta with seasoned sweet cheeses. There were even cakes and pies for dessert, glasses of wine, and other alcoholic beverages. The smell was so strong I thought I might go insane, so insane that I considered indulging in the first if only for a forkful.

Yet, that didn't stop my eyes from glancing at the one feasting upon it like it was any other day. At the far end of the table, sat a man. His hair was just like Aesteal's, silver like the frost wind. His skin, though a touch pale, was more defined and regal than that of the men outside the door. His posture exuded confidence, arrogance, and pride, all the things that I as a pirate might exude were I back aboard my ship.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin. When he looked at me, I saw the orange hue of his eyes behind his slit pupils.

"Ah, my guest has arrived. Eric Drakclaw, I've been expecting you. Won't you take a seat and sample my table? I prepared all of it for you after all. Think it a prelude to our proper meeting."

Even I had to admit that his voice was smooth. In fact, I dared say it reminded me of Liara's. There was a way it tickled the ear and made the body shiver. It was a voice that eased any concerns about submitting to its projector's desires.

"How about you cease wasting my time and tell me what you want, Vanmirritanhalkos? Best you do so before I do away with any agreement you've made with Liara. Don't think me so lenient to tolerate your shit like she does," I warned, narrowing my eyes at him.

I refused his offer to sit as I knew that once I sat down, I'd have no desire to get back up. The further I stayed away from these delicacies the better. Though I be a pirate, there were just as many tables whose foods I'd never consider passing by my lips.

"Hahahahaha, a rough tongue and even rougher manner just as she spoke of. Nevertheless, I am not one to rush things. I enjoy the simple pleasures and the savoring of the moment. None of the others who visit enjoy having a slow, graceful dinner. They all just hurry along. Why not enjoy life and the pleasures that the world offers you?" he asked, smirking as he picked up a wine glass and drank from it.

As I examined the drink further, I determined that it wasn't wine passing through his lips. It was much too thick for that.

I bothered not with entertaining his game and, after some time, I believe he noticed. Vanmirr doesn't lose his smile, yet I knew his eyes had lost their enjoyment. He set the glass down and took a bite from some undercooked meat.

"Many of us know of Liara Ilzahold, Eric Drakclaw. What some would call gods and goddesses, demons and devils, divine spirits and vile wraiths, matters not to us. However, if there's one thing many of us share, we're quite greedy," he said, revealing his long, sharp teeth as he chewed his food.

"Many of us have watched Liara for numerous years, and perhaps twice as many have attempted to court her. Image our surprise when she steps into our realms, a surge of might flowing through her never seen before. Many were thrilled. Others were fearful. Me? I was curious. When asked about her transformation, it was surprising to hear the name of a human male she'd come across. Many have still tried to get her to align with them, yet she'd made it quite clear that should she be joining hands with any powers, they should take it up with her captain," he said.

The frown on my face deepened. "Aye, Liara's an inquisitive, yet willful lass. I doubt many could dare interest a woman like her," I answered.

Vanmirr didn't rise to my obvious taunt, yet he laughed. "Indeed. I'd tried my hand as well, for many centuries. Yet, I was rebuffed at every turn and I couldn't help wondering what could it be that a no-name pirate has that not even one such as I might satisfy it. And I figured, what better way to receive that answer than meeting the man myself? I must say, you've only continued to intrigue me more. You've certainly made Alġnoth rather upset," Vanmirr replied.

Caution suddenly surged within me. Yet, I made sure not to show it too easily. "And what be that of any consequence to you?" I asked.

Vanmirr laughed and cleared his throat. "Nothing too sinister. This was simply an early meeting. I believe there's no qualms either of us would have with that. While I'm saddened you won't partake of my table, I shall not hold it against you. I look forward to seeing you in the coming months. Rest assured, I'll prepare an even finer spread that suits your palate. Do take a plate next time. It's only good to show manners. I do so abhor impoliteness," Vanmirr said, his voice notably more warped than before.

Even though the wolf howled in my face and his might was showcased impressively, I wasn't too far put off. Even if he were to strike me here, it'd do nothing but wake me up. I'd then have a reason to decline his invitation. Obviously, he couldn't afford that.

I smiled, already feeling my consciousness slipping away from Vanmirr's realm as the magic weakened. "Best you take care, Vanmirr, lest you sure the same fate as your grandfather. I have myself a long list and I shall see it completed. You'd do well not to make it on that list. Only one's escaped it and there sure as hell won't be another. Indeed, I shall see you soon," I said as the world around me became unclear. Even Vanmirr's voice faded as all around me turned to black.

Eventually, I was allowed safe passage back into my dreams as my mind faded into the wonders of the beyond.