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"Captain, I thought you should have a look at these updated coordinates. It appears that the pattern of the storm has altered and is now headed down this axis which is-
"Right in our path. I see, thank you Toby" I said, nodding thanks at my chief steward. I switched on the intercom system and in a clear voice announced that we would be deviating from our set course temporarily to avoid the impending storm.
We were in a high-risk zone and our problems were much greater than I would have liked. If I didn't do something drastically quick, we would not survive the 50ft waves heading for our modest-sized ship.
I buzzed in another steward, Ryder to begin ringing the warning bell and I locked myself in the navigation room, completely focused as I drove the ship off course.
The knots were rapidly increasing and a swarm of gloomy gray clouds began to precipitate. I maintained my calm and spun the wheel with all my force, hitting a notch that sped our ship up to almost 3x the speed it was going.
"Come on" I grunted, pushing the gas to its full capacity. For nearly an hour I kept my eyes on the scaled-down map and saw we were on track to evade the storm by a very marginal latitude and felt my body relax. I slapped the dashboard, grinning happily as we fled peril.
Out of harm's way, I went to announce to my tense crew that we were safe, and was lauded with cheerful hoots. The booze started flowing and the music playing. We were safe.
"God I wish we had some whores right now," some crewmen said. "You'll have to make do with some magazines and your hand for now" another responded, earning a round of laughter.
I participated in the festivities briefly before retreating to my cabin to lie down. It had certainly been an eventful day at sea.
My name is Captain Von. I've been at sea with my men for 2 months, 12 days, and 14 hours. In relativity to past expeditions, that is not really a long period of time. We are part of an elite exploration team, sent to all corners of the world to put it nicely: retrieve intelligence from various sources and attain wealth through new partnerships. To most, we were pirates. We held hostages, looted, stole, and murdered if necessary to accomplish our missions. I work directly with a King and have been given a team of the best shipmen on the continent. Together, we were unstoppable and feared by all who knew of us which was rare as we never took the same path when traveling the seas, and always arrived unannounced.
A knock sounded at my door. "Enter."
It was Toby, my right-hand man, and loyal companion. "Captain, an unexpected situation has just arisen regarding our new path."
I tied my boots back on and followed Toby to the navigation room.
"This coordinate is our current location right...here," he said, pointing to the figure on the map "And this area is all projectile distance from our current path. Now this coordinate here is an unidentified mass of land that may or may not be a base. We had to use a lot of fuel today to speed up our ship nearly 3x and will need to refill at a docking station soon. According to our map, the nearest station is over here, about 8 days travel away. Ignoring this potential body of land could be a huge risk on our part and a possible scenario of running out of fuel."
I took in all this information and nodded heavily. "8 days travel would certainly be a gamble considering how much fuel we depleted in one afternoon. Let's see if we could get any more information about this chunk of land, it is quite strangely located in the middle of the ocean and as you said...unidentified on this map. The worst possible scenario is that it's a deserted island but it may very well be a reload site. We are quite close to it, I say we dock. Go inform the crew."
"Yes sir," Toby said, exiting.
I squinted again at the mass, not knowing what to even expect. According to the map, we would arrive by dawn and I informed the crew to get ready for docking.
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Morning came and I woke up, alert and fresh. Drawing the blinds I was welcomed with the most beautiful sight my eyes had ever seen. I blinked a few times, not believing I was seeing correctly.
We had arrived at what could only be described as a paradise. Lush, gorgeous vegetation, and a bright, sandy beach decorated with colorful fruit trees.
What is this place I thought to myself, not believing my eyes? I looked around, not seeing any signs of life, and quickly dressed, ringing the bell for disembarking.
"Round the quarters, I am taking 10 men with me to scope the island first before we proceed with anything further."
Instructing each man to grab a gun, I led a single file line off the boat into the tropical paradise. It all seemed so artificial and unreal. Even the air was different.
Quietly and cautiously, we broke off into two groups and went in opposite directions. I led my men into the forest, scoping out for anything we could find. It was evident that life certainly existed here as paths had been paved, signs of architecture and trees that had been plucked. So why can't I see anything?
A faint sound got picked up with the wind and I immediately turned in the direction of it, signaling for my men to follow. Walking as quietly as possible, we neared the sound which was actually notes of a song. A woman's voice singing in a strikingly beautiful voice that made my heart pound.
We entered a small circle of forest and I held my hand up, telling my men to stop. Before us, a beautiful woman with her back to us knelt over a small stream, washing something in the water. She sang to herself, in a melodious bird-like tone and brushed her hair back, a stunning cascade of golden ringlets. She appeared to be a majestic creature from a storybook and simply too good to be true.
One of my men let out a low whistle and she immediately stood up, facing us. Her big eyes blinked curiously and she seemed rather calm at the sight of 6 men holding weapons. What she was wearing struck me the most. A shimmering blue seashell brassiere that barely covered her beautiful, perky tits and a thin green sarong around her slim hips.
She was beyond beautiful, truly unlike any girl I'd ever laid my eyes on. I signaled for my men to lay their weapons down and cautiously I approached the beautiful creature.
"What's your name?" I asked gently. "Serafina" she replied, coolly. Her voice was as melodic and airy as her singing.
I nodded, smiling. "What is this place? And are there others?"
"Why this is Mermaid Cove, my home. There are others. Many others! We have a community here, would you like to see?"
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