Thread: The Skies Wasn't The Limit (ghastygoo & Libertine)

The crew about the ship scrambled out of the way, preparing the airborne frigate's midnight black sails for the upcoming quest. A good twenty or so men of varying talents, most hired for their skill in quick movement rather than brawn. The dark oak underneath her worn brown boots gave a familiar groan, the ship lurching from her docking berth kept secret on the backside of the island they called home. Ship's loose captain! We're sailing! A voice called from overhead, weaving down through the many topsails and mainsails from the crow's nest above. A slight grin played across the woman's face, her strong and fiery voice resounding. Alright boys, lets get every scrap of cloth on the wind! Tonight we return with treasure galore! A mighty roar came from the crew, fists raised in the air, some weapons like swords drawn from scabbards thrust upward instead. The captain ran the last few steps up to the wheel of the ship, turning it hard to starboard as they cleared the floating island and made their way into the open sky. They went by no name but the Skybreakers. A notorious gang of pirates known mostly for their deeds in the Southern Skies, the bottommost part of the world per say. Their ship, the Aguila, was a mighty frigate boasting a mortar, thirty cannons combined, a battering ram, and barrels that could be projected via a simple form of trebuchet towards an opposing ship after being lit on fire. She was a natural beast of the skies, an old but well-kept vessel that had downed many a merchant and Imperial ship alike. The leader of the motley crew, standing at the helm of the ship, was Amelia Sanguine, with hair to match her fiery nature, dyed a bright red. She had come from a past of politics really, with parents who were the bureaucrats of a large island far away to the East. Raised proper, she had turned to a life of crime when the Imperials labeled her too much of a rogue to join their ranks. She stood rather tall at 5'10, with a slender but powerful frame that only looked so much the better in her burnt red trench coat, ending at her thighs and concealing a belt upon her waist holding two sharpened rapiers. On her chest on a separate harness was a pair of flintlock pistols, percussion to be exact. Her shot was something to be reckoned with, apart from her abilities as pirate captain. Underneath the gear, she wore a deep green shirt and black pants, her usual brown boots and a pair of goggles upon her head. Her eyes told a story of a curious past one was a normal but vivid green, the other a sickly yellow with a slit pupil and black backing. The ship was sailing fast for a ground she would often fondly call the Merchant's Graveyard. Made a danger zone by the Aguila's preying, merchant ships would often come through between these stretch of islands perfect for the taking. Many would easily fall, unless if they sported some sort of Imperial or for-hire back up. Today the skies were clear but for one ship, a smaller vessel that flew flags known for carrying rather valuable cargo. But something was wrong. Hand me the glass, Spencer. The first mate standing beside her quickly fumbled in his pockets and found a gold-rimmed spyglass, producing it and handing it to the captain. Amelia glanced through it, finding something that made her stomach sink at first and then boil with anger. Here were the blasted Gale Pirates, stealing a ship that would normally be hers for the taking! And that bloody fucking captain...Andrew. She quickly lowered the glass, realizing they were already in the process of boarding the ship. Spence, have the men extend the fins! I need her in condition to take down those fucking pirates NOW! She was already lost in quite the rage, the extended 'wings' of the ship protruding from either side of her hull. These allowed for steering mostly, as well as an intimidation tactic. The Aguila began to bear down quickly on the Gale Pirate's ship from the other side. Cannons....FIRE! The foreword cannons, two in number firing heavy chain shots to hopefully wreck the sails of the ship, fired in a loud blast of smoke and power and flew towards the other pirate ship. Already her crew was shouting in a shared bloodlust as they fired from smaller cannons on top deck grappling hooks and sharp harpoons to tether the enemy ships together. Amelia would not let this man win today. He'd ruffled her feathers enough and now she was ready to tear him to pieces.