Ah, the wonderful joys of crossovers! Before you read, please know that… A. Please try not to read this unless you have read Death Bringer, as it contains characters of it. B. If you don't care, just keep reading. C. Hansard Kray is… older. tan he was in the books. You read it- you know what I mean.
Young Stephanie Edgely waits at the bow of her Uncle's ship, singing merrily to herself as she does.
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
An eerie fog hangs about like timeworn suffocation. Stephanie doesn't pay much notice, she abides in her song.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, drink up me hearties yo ho.
Her song, strictly speaking, isn't of traditional Sanctuary. It is rather of the Rouges, the pirates, the freelance mages that the Sanctuary will avoid at all costs.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch, we sack. Drink u-.
A firm hand wraps her shoulder. She turns suddenly, expecting the worst, but finds Master Bespoke close at hand.
"Quiet, missy!" He sternly warns, "Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us, now do you?"
Another figure strides through the fog, now thin and reedy, sliding over the ship. "Mr Bespoke," Hansard Kray called. "that will do."
"She was singing about pirates!" Bespoke defied, "Bad luck to sing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog. Mark my words."
"Consider them marked. On your way." He said, looking away from Mr Bespoke as he passed.
"Aye, lieutenant." And then he nodded muttering, "Bad luck to have a woman on board, too. Even a miniature one." He stopped and took a swig from his flask.
"I think it'd be rather exciting to meet a pirate," Stephanie pipped up while squinting from the glare.
Hansard Kray pulled an almost mocking smile, "Think again, Miss Edgely. Vile, dissolute creatures, the lot of them." Despite all that she'd been taught about pirates and rouges, she couldn't agree; her imagination was far too animated. "I intend to see to it that any man, who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand, gets what he deserves." He looks down at the little girl beside him and smiles "A short drop and a sudden stop."
Stephanie frowned and looked toward Mr Bespoke. He put his hand to his throat, pretending to be hung. Stephanie's face grew a look of terror and her uncle rushed up to Kray.
"I appreciate your fervour, but I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my niece."
Kray sighed, "Apologies, Governor Edgely." He turned and walked off to attend to his crew.
"Actually, I find it all fascinating." Stephanie stated happily.
"Yes, that's what concerns me,"
She watched her Uncle trod off in the same direction as the others, and then turned to the sea. She frowned in curiosity as a small parasol buffeted the ocean, rolling slightly. She leant over the edge; a smile on her face all the while, and regarded the waves, softly pushing the parasol away.
As it drifted into the sea, she turned back and saw a boy, lying on broken wood.
"Look, a boy! There's a boy in the water!" She cried. Everyone rushed to the side.
"Man overboard!" Kray yelled, the crew was quick to comply. "Man the ropes! Fetch a hook! Haul him aboard!"
A man hunched over the side. Stephanie had seen him before, working about the ship; his name was Threader or Thrasher or something equally heinous. Thrasher turned and placed the boy gently on the deck. Stephanie pensively fiddled with her hands.
"He's still breathing," Kray loomed over the boy.
Bespoke hung off the side of the ship, staring at the water ahead. "Mary, mother of God!"
The crew, including Stephanie peered over the ship and into the oncoming fog.
A ship lay in wreck. There was broken wood, strewn across the sea, barrels, that were sadly probably filled with rum, sunk to the depths. Smoke drifted every surface above the water, and so did fire.
"What happened here?"
"Most likely the powder magazine. Merchant vessels run heavily armed." The mast of the ship cracked and twisted then broke off and fell onto the rest of the flames.
Bespoke shook his head at the remains of a once proud ship. "Lot of good it did them. Everyone's thinking it, I'm just sayin' it. Pirates,"
Governor Edgely chuckled nervously, "There's no proof of that! It was probably an accident!"
While everyone was staring at the flame engulfed remains, Stephanie had gone to the boy. He was still unconscious, but breathing… and soaked. He must've been freezing.
"Rouse the captain. Heave to and take in sail. Launch the boats." Kray ordered.
The crew complied and worked hurriedly. They moved the boy from the deck and Governor Edgely spoke to his niece. "Stephanie, I want you to accompany the boy. He'll be in your charge. Take care of him." She nodded and hurried away.
Boats set out for the wreckage to search for remaining crew. The ship was waterlogged, despite being on fire, and fog still hung thick around the debris.
Stephanie hovered over the unconscious boy, marvelling at his strange appearance. Her brown hair was tied and in ringlets, they swayed quaintly, framing her face.
She ran a hand down the boy's face, stroking his deflated hair. His eyes flew open and he gasped, catching her hand and holding it tight.
She jumped slightly but stayed calm, "It's okay, My name is Stephanie Edgely."
The boy huffed like a fish, "Fletcher Renn,"
She smiled and tilted her head, "I'm watching over you, Fletcher."
He tried to speak or nod, but his eyes closed and his head rocked backwards on the blanket. Stephanie frowned as she spied a chain around his neck. She tugged and an amulet dropped into her hand.
She inspected it closely. A golden circle, no bigger than her palm, with a jagged- yet delicate- design on the rims, in the centre was a shining, smiling skull. "You're a pirate!" She exclaimed in a whisper.
"Has he said anything?" Kray asked. Stephanie pulled the amulet from his neck and hid it behind her back, remembering what Kray had said about pirates.
"His name is Fletcher Renn. That's all I found out."
He eyed her suspiciously for a moment before nodding and turning to the crewmen behind him. "Take him below." They nodded and rushed forward, lifting the boy and carrying him away.
Stephanie sighed and ambled to the back of the ship. The fog still hung thick with an almost mustiness about it. She looked backwards then down at the Rouge's amulet in her grip. She lifted it to eye level in order to distinguish the features more clearly, and found herself staring at a ship.
It was monstrous and overpowering, completely black. The sails were deep black, like the depths of the sea, and had long slashes running down. This didn't seem to affect the ships speed; it seemed to move very fast.
She widened her eyes with realisation at what was atop the mast. The ship, she wasn't flying any colours of any nation. It was black with a small pirate's flag.
How wonderful is this! Chapter two is possibly my favourite because of the uh.. *ahem* character roles :) but chapter one is preeeetty awesome too.
Governor Edgely- Governor Swann.
Thrasher- some guy.