It hadn’t been too long since her capture, not by the prisoner’s reckoning. It couldn’t have been more than thirty marks since she was cuffed and had this coarse hemp sack cinched over her head that she suddenly felt the familiar planking of a scrubbed ship’s hull beneath her feet. They led her below deck, and before long, the prisoner’s hands were uncuffed from behind her back, brought above her head, and recuffed to a heavy iron chain.
Must be their brig, she thought, but before she could contemplate her situation further, the cinch was undone and the sack pulled from her head. “Finally,” she muttered under her breath, and it didn’t take long for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the cell she’d been chained in.
Before her stood her capturer, and behind her, the prisoner could make out the silhouettes of all shapes and sizes, from a squat dwarf to the unmistakable, broad form of a drakonid from the Obsidian Isles, his scales giving off the distinct blue sheen like the cleanest and clearest of seawater.
Her captor, the obvious captain of these pirates, stood before her. Even if the prisoner still had her boots on, the barefoot elven beauty before her would have still been noticeably-taller than the Kosean, whom had long since had their elven blood diluted down to little more than pointed ears. The captain was tall, clad in fine leathers and silks over which she wore a coat made of leather formed from golden dragonscales. Her brows and ears were pierced multiple times over, an assortment of metals and precious stones making up their composition.
Her hair was a distinct golden-blonde, drawn into a braid that lay down her back, but her eyes were easily the most striking feature of her visage: A cascading mixture of seafoam-green, blues, and teals that made it seem like the ocean, itself, was within them. The prisoner’s heart was pounding, now, for she’d known who she was in the custody of back when she’d crossed swords with the captain: Antoinette Faezira, known as “Toni,” to most, one of the most notorious pirates across the High Seas.
“Ku-Mi,” the captain said, her voice like a mixture of silk and ocean waves, “the notorious thief and smuggler. I do hope the planks of my vessel’s brig have been maintained so that your poor feet aren’t uncomfortable.”
Toni swung Ku-Mi’s knee-high boots back and forth, a taunting smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as the smaller Kosean’s bare feet shift uncomfortably, anticipating a splinter or unwashed puddle best not described.
Ku-Mi growled, though it was more out of frustration at her current, uncomfortable, position than anything else. “Fine, you got me. What now?”
“There’s quite a bounty on your head across the Seven Seas; The Republic of Trisacco, in particular, has offered twenty thousand gold talons on you being brought in alive, little Kosean,” said Toni, her smirk now in full form as she leaned in and stroked the prisoner’s hair and cheeks. Her crewmen behind her started laughing at how well they’d be able to live after they collected the bounty.
“Normally, you see, we would avoid bounty-hunting. Might give our fellow pirates the wrong idea. But a simple smuggler such as you with such a substantial sum? Now that’s the fairest of game. In more ways than one!” Toni gave Ku-Mi a sly wink; The Kosean could feel her face heat up from the soft touches the elf was giving her.
“Not to worry,” Toni said, removing her hand and continuing to smirk as she saw Ku-Mi’s face turning red, “You won’t be strung up like this for long. I’ll probably have Borukh let you down later, so you can scrub your cell and keep those soft little feet of yours from being torn up; Don’t expect to be getting these boots back. Can’t have you running off, now can we?”
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Just finished this piece. Thanks to my client for the awesome scene description. And shout out to Daegunn for his wonderful OC, Ku-Mi, in collaboration for this artwork.
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