Thread: Queens of the Seventh Sea (SilverScar & Erebus)

Her hair was a deep cherry-red and tied into a thick braid that fell to her waist with numerous amounts of golden bangles holding it all in place. Eyes of bright seafoam-blue complemented a sharp yet slender face and plush lips, offset by white, puckered scar starting at her right temple and curved against a sunkissed cheek. She was outfitted in a sleeved corset doublet cut low paired with striped breeches, the material almost embracing her lithe figure with a pair of dark, thigh-high boots to match. Her color scheme consisted of blacks and browns, contrasting with a crimson-and-gold long jacket held against her body with a large brown belt. There were very few words used on the Seventh Sea that described the pirate queen more accurately than 'powerful'. Captain Carmilla Lacroix was a woman with few friends and fewer enemies, having extinguished many of her foes over the course of the last year or so. Having taken the helm of the Black Lotus through brute force alone, Carmilla had little to fear. Her crew was loyal to her though, she suspected like any good pirate, they could be swayed by the stench of gold. Mutiny was not common on her ship, less so when she had made an example of the last man to take up his cutlass against her. Though the thought of a female captain may have sickened some, it was the norm out here in the thrashing waves where having a cock meant diddly-squat. It wasn't a difficult task to divvy up the territories of the Seventh Sea, with clearly defined areas marked on nautical maps and warning shots. Carmilla was the reigning Queen of the most common route used by trading boats caught unaware, while other ships she knew of used their power to refuse entry all together. It was none of her business, of course, but there was one in particular that had caught her attention having passed them one too many times in the past. A woman with raven-toned hair and flashing verdant eyes - they'd clashed in the past too, finding themselves on equal footing and never really working toward the finishing blow. Carmilla thought the idea of another female captain working the ocean quite amusing, but her crew seemed to think otherwise, encouraging their captain to be rid of the other self-imposed ruler but it was a thought she simply flirted with for the time being. She barked out orders, her men raising the sails and lowering the anchor at her command as she steered the Black Lotus into port, docking in the neutral and familiar territory with ease. Here they bartered and bullied for goods in exchange for other goods. While they were far from a merchant ship, they had raided enough of them to make the townpeople's time worthwhile. Luxuries like silk and salt exchanged hands for the solid clink of gold pieces, along with fresh provisions, weapons and whatever else the crew wished to spend their own share on. Carmilla shook her head as many of them dispersed into the village, likely hunting for a strong drink and a woman or two to lay with. They'd been at sea for nearly two full moons and with their captain's firm order that women and children were not to be touched, it was natural they were pent up. They had their flag embroidered onto their clothes so it would be easy to find them later. The captain herself busied herself with making sure that all their trades were up to order and that they weren't getting scammed out of goods. She knew many of the merchant ships that had somehow made their way past the Black Lotus' detection would be eager to secure some sort of partnership with her. She wasn't wrong. Many came up to her, offering a share of the profits or resources in favor of her mercy but they were always requests she had to decline. It was hard to tell who was who in the midst of a raid unless, she had added with a salacious grin, they fly their flag on the journey to and from their destination. It was an option the merchants hesitated to agree on instantly, knowing that piracy was illegal in most places but unable to refuse the assistance of a powerful captain and crew. Whether or not Carmilla stuck to her word, she shook on it otherwise. Business out of the way, the redhead decided to finally give herself some time to relax. She wandered about the village, clearly noticeable and armed as she stalked about with an air of superiority. She was making her way to one of the more palatable taverns before a familiar face gave her pause. Speak of the devil, Captain Valentia had docked too and it was a wonder she hadn't noticed the woman's ship. It looked as if some business had just been sealed and she locked eyes with the back of the dark-haired queen's hair but Carmilla decided against following the woman, instead paying closer attention to the tavern. The bartender looked visibly shaken as she requested a jug of ale, questioning on what had just transpired. After being given permission to examine the scene of the crime, she came across two dead bodies and one shivering individual thankfully still breathing. What happened here? She demanded to know, not out of concern but out of curiosity for what mischief Alexandra had been up to now. The gilded hilt of her sword rested snugly against her thigh while her equally extravagantly decorated pistol was kept somewhere on the other side of her person. She didn't need either to intimidate, hands on her hips almost forcing an answer out of the man. Something about Gho'la leaves being smuggled out and being punished for it, Captain Valentia had apparently been more than just clear on what would happen if she found them all again. With the man running out of uses, she left quickly, her ale untouched but paid for nevertheless as she exited the tavern and sought after the raven-haired woman as her next quest.