White Demon

Chapter 18

Aidan was watching out at the boat, a look of fear all over. "I feel like I'm watching a child get a wanderer little cat and she says 'goodness we can take it to the asylum tomorrow' or something to that effect."

"I will sink the boat." Forsythe had at long last up to speed, having commendably soaked and blended the fire further down the ocean side. He'd showed up on schedule to hear the finish of the discussion and furthermore looked somewhat grave at the possibility of Raven assuming control over a privateer transport.

"We could sink the boat!" Aidan punched his clench hand into his hand as though he hadn't thought about that and it was the answer for every one of his concerns. His appearance by and by dunked into languid satisfaction as though he'd tracked down the response to a future issue.

"You're not sinking my boat!" Raven said perilously, and even Aidan and Forsythe looked smart. She had effectively controlled her language from boat to deliver in the wake of being chastised only a single time. Amelia was beginning to get an awful inclination very much like Aidan. Dreams of riding around shooting guns the entire day on a boat drifted through her head. The boat, she rectified herself.

The privateers had halted and had been watching this trade with open surprise. The privateer who had said he'd take them to the boat seemed as though he was reexamining his deal. He was peering toward the little boat and Amelia could feel his considerations as for all intents and purposes as though he talked them.

"No, it's past the point where it is possible to flee, for us all," Amelia said tragically, guiding her remark to the privateer.

He frightened noticeably however at that point gave her a face like he'd never fled in 100 years and she was insane.

The brave was horrendous. The privateers resembled strange things for one, and they made no endeavor to utilize the paddles in a manner that didn't include splashing them with water. Raven remained in the center, overlooking the little spot that might have filled in as a sitting spot and looked eagerly at the boat as they drew nearer. "Ok, we'll name her the Scarlet Raven."

"It as of now has a name, the Dark Oar." The sharp privateer protested noisily.

"It's not red." Aidan reflected.

"Do ravens swim?" Amelia pondered.

"Quiet down! To start with, that is an awful name. Second, when I'm Captain both of you sod huggers would be advised to fall in line or I'll make you step out into certain doom." Raven said. "Stay cheerful and your mouth shut and I'll make you rigboy 1 and 2 and serving vixen."

"Rigboy?" Aidan asked warily, his mouth somewhat open as though he believed that unimaginably untasteful. "That is a prize?"

"Quiet down Aidan, pay attention to Captain Raven," Amelia said, grinning.

"What?" Shock rode through his face. "You're obliging this?"

"I can hardly wait for her to make you serving vixen. I can live as rigboy 1." She addressed naughtily. It felt great to be on the giving finish of the clever exchange for once.

"Would i be able to be cook 1?" Forsythe interposed at long last.

"Treat!" Raven answered.

The privateers were indeed quiet.

The Captain of the 'Red Raven' was obviously questionable with regards to surrendering his Captainship and renaming his boat, fail, transport. He was a tall Resident named Captain Barnabil Huntington. An amazing name for a man running a group of ten. He had a facial hair growth, an eyepatch, and an amazing cap that had a skull and crossbones that was holding a paddle in its teeth.

"Gracious, I see young lady. Leave me alone candid with you and attempt to be understan'n what you be tellin' me here." He said, subsequent to paying attention to Raven let him know that he would give her his cap and afterward they would head out for loot.

"Ye have a few stones and sand to get over here and advise me to give you MY boat, and MY group, and," Amelia identified somewhat as he proceeded. She would have identified more in the event that his breath didn't smell horrendous and his teeth had been more white and he wasn't obscene first thing. "...ye need my cap. I guess you be wantin' my eyepatch as well? N' me boots? What about me delicate pad that me mother sewed for me before she kicked the bucket." He removed his cap and put it over his heart. "Divine beings favor her spirit and revile the blighter wot offed her."

"Your mother got offed?" Forsythe asked look glimmering over to him interestingly.

"Oy, it's a tragic story, old buddy." Captain Barnabil. "She were clearing out the nearby constabularies home, moppin' and dustin' and so forth for'em like she 'advertisement for some a year, and that charlatan at long last discovered her taking the great silver. I told 'er I did… " he began to proceed.

"I lost interest," Forsythe conceded, returning his look to the sea.

"Ew, don't you want that eyepatch? Didn't you lose an eye? Your boots won't fit and I couldn't care less with regards to your cushion. I challenge you to a duel for the right of this boat." Raven requested, clearly bothered that the state of mind had swung toward the Captain.

"Ok ha ha." The Captain began snickering and minutes after the fact his group went along with him. It was unfathomably on sign like they were in a privateer film. "A duel right? All things considered, initially I decrease. Besides, I am a privateer, and I've no genuine business to do with ye since I've had me snicker than to slit you from navel to jugular and take your doodads. Privateers take what they need missy, an' assuming that somebody gets injured it's simply one more day adrift." He unsheathed his cutlass, a shockingly gorgeous edge. Amelia figured she may have seen Forsythe liven up in interest. The remainder of his team were beginning to create blades and clubs, with a periodic bizarre weapon. One of them had a net with huge snares in it.

"Gracious. That is solid counsel. I'll beat your boat out of you." Raven had clearly had enough of the discussion. Aidan was the person who truly represented her a great deal of the time, and the possibility of goal through savagery appeared to be okay by her. Truth be told, Amelia conceded to herself unobtrusively, she sort of as of now was a privateer.

"[Aura - Forceful Awakening]." Amelia obediently cast the spell on everybody.

"[Mass Electric Manipulation - Field]." Aidan similarly as obediently put down his spell. "I've been pondering what to project for some time. I realized this planned to put in any amount of work." conceded. He investigated and Amelia shared an uncommon look of complete comprehension with him.

"You as well?" Amelia said, moving in the direction of him. An uncommon second where the two of them had a similar idea the second they had ventured foot on the boat.

"Ok. Would i be able to plunder them?" Forsythe was twisted around one squirming privateer and was at that point glancing through their pockets. It appeared to be that the inquiry he'd posed had been generally explanatory.

"They're not dead you know," Aidan said off-handedly. "Show some limitation."

"Right." He made no movement to stop, and regardless, rushed as he understood that the spell wouldn't keep going forever.

The field that Aidan had projected was as yet dynamic, arcing and hustling from the sides of the boat to the water. Amelia was almost certain there would be some paralyzed marine beasts drifting to the surface soon. Still and all, they were all undeniable level privateers and the most it did was incapacitate them and keep them stuck to the deck. Amelia was almost certain that Aidan could simply continue to project it endlessly. Assuming not endlessly the modest quantity of harm that the privateers took would ultimately amass into lethal harm before his mana ran dry. The privateers had no enchantment in their munititions stockpile to balance it clearly and just squirmed and ġrȯȧnėd on the deck, weakly watching their Captain get whipped by Raven. Which obviously is what occurred. Since she wasn't watching from the beginning didn't mean Amelia had any questions on what was going to occur. Raven was 125+ and the Captain, notwithstanding flaunting an amazing title and a name, was basically a little fry.

Amelia needed to regard Raven now and again. Raven was clearly, repulsive, pitifully lively and twelve different things that Amelia viewed as disadvantageous to living as a typical person. One thing that Raven possessed a great deal of however, was the dėsɨrė and resolution to follow what she needed. Sadly for Captain Barnabil, she needed his boat - fail, transport.

"[Throat Cutter]," snarled the Captain, and the cutlass in his grasp cleared toward Raven's face. She ventured back out of reach quickly and afterward ventured back in. She punched him over and over, not enacting any uncommon ability from what Amelia saw. It was to some degree frightening to see a punch march with just one arm.

"Arrggh." At first amazed that she hadn't drawn her blade, as the blows arrived on him there were a progression of breaks and pops all around the Captain's body. He was a level 97 so it was great that he was being taken care of so conveniently. He cleared his edge at her over and over, progressively fast, and began pushing ahead. He was very quickly halted as Raven didn't try withdrawing. She ventured progressively close to him cheerfully and recently continued to pound him.

"What amount of time is this going to require?" Forsythe asked, watching the trade quietly for some time. "I could go glance at the kitchen."

"Are you a feline?" Aidan murmured.

"Surrender Captain Barny!" Raven cried, and from what Amelia saw she had taken only the look of a couple of blows, and surprisingly those on the grounds that she hadn't tried to completely turn them or keep away from them.

"B-barny! The board be excessively useful for ye!" He cried, and a little speed buff showed up over his bar. His footwork began to move side to side and advance and back and his blade truly transformed into a haze.

"Ok. True to form of Captain Barny." Aidan said resoundingly with a smile, in the wake of reworking [Mass Electric Manipulation - Field] on the group once more.

"Shaddup you peanuts!" The Captain shouted out.

"I don't have the entire day." Raven said, smacking him right upside the head when he had dismissed to shout at Aidan. "Surrender and make me Captain. You're too feeble to even think about being pioneer."

Finally, very nearly zero HP, the Captain tumbled to his knees and frowned at Raven. He actually had some battle in his eyes, and Amelia started to contemplate whether the Captain could at any point submit.

"My name… is Barnabil Huntington, and I'd be a thrice-cursed fool ta let my crew get taken by a bunch of landlubbing, panty-swagging, freshwater chu-" His speech was cut short and Amelia's jaw dropped as he hit the water with a splash.

"No! Captain!"

"Captain Barny!"

"She threw him overboard…"

"She didn' even let him give his speech!"

There were quiet sobs among the crewman even as they writhed under the effects of the electricity on the deck. Even when Aidan released the spell they continued to sob plaintively on the deck. This was really starting to make Amelia feel like the villain somehow. The thought lasted for a moment before she finally noticed that one of the crewmen had even started referring to him as Barny.

"Ah," Forsythe said, the first to react after Raven had just picked Captain Barny up and threw him overboard. "You didn't get the hat."

"Son of a…" Raven started then stopped. "Oy you sea legs get a rope in the water and bring up… Former-Captain Barny." She snapped coldly. "If any of you calls me anything other than Captain Raven you'll all learn what Mast-Kiting on the Scarlet Raven is before the end of the day."

It turns out that they learned anyway. The demoralized pirates hoisted their former and almost dead captain out of the water and on Raven's orders strung him up in a harness from one of the masts. He came out of unconsciousness as his health points regenerated only to find that he couldn't reach anything and was swinging helplessly about ten feet above the deck. He was swearing up a storm until Raven had him dropped, gagged, and re-hoisted.

"She's the worst." Aidan shook his head.

"Ah. Nice hat though." Forsythe replied.

Raven stood in the middle of the boat, giving orders just to give orders, and the pirates having accepted their fate as her henchmen were scurrying about. The hat sat awkwardly on her head, a touch big, and several times as she was giving orders she had to push it up so she could see.

"What course be ye settin' Captain Raven?" cried out the wheelman despondently.

"Set a course to the west. There's a port there, and if there's a port there we're going to drink or my name isn't Captain Raven. After that, I have the most amazing idea about how to make money." She started laughing and the most amazing thing happened. Slowly, the crew started laughing with her.

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Ding: Raven has gained a new title "Acting Captain."

Cruel and cutthroat pirates have temporarily sworn their allegiance to Raven's party. Pirates respect strength, crave adventure, and will often follow those with strong leadership if there is an outlook of profit.

Notoriety increased: 100

Reputation increased: 100

Captain Barnabil Huntington has become non-hostile.

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"The worst," Aidan repeated again.