Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

Shortly after leaving the Tattered Queen, Avery made the decision to pass by the docks on her way back to the beach. She didn't expect the Wraith to be flying the Royal Navy's colors in this port. Not if Peter was smart. It may have been against regulation to fly a false flag but it was far to dangerous not to. There was little love for the Royal Navy in Tafton. This town was a paradise to pirates, mercenaries, and all manner of vagabonds. Pirates like Avery that seemed to make a habit out of being a thorn in the Navy's side were viewed almost as heroes. Trying to apprehend her here would have been bordering suicide. The Wraith didn't need to be flying the Navy's colors for her to recognize that ship. She'd spent the past four years running from that ship, and while others might not recognize the ship without it's colors, she most certainly would. Sure enough as she passed by the docks she caught site of the ship that was determined to see her hang. She smiled to herself as she noticed he false flag and the lack of uniforms on board. Peter was smart, and seemed dead set on capturing her. She couldn't help but feel a tad special. He'd broken several regulations and put himself in harm's way, all for her. She wore a smug smile as she continued to the beach. Anderson, the young man that had come with her to shore, was waiting for her with the boat at the ready when she'd returned. Make haste, Anderson. She said as they got into the small boat. Newcastle and his men are here. She added causing the young man's bow to furrow. Anders may be able to buy us some time, but I doubt that it will be much. Of course ma'am. We'd best hurry then. He said as they quickly made their way back to the Domina. Once back on board she warned the crew of the Wraith's presence. The crew began to question what they would do now that their hunter's had begun to catch up to them. We're going to continue on. She said with an arched eyebrow. We aren't the type to hide when presented with a threat, and Harbinger's cove is far enough out of the sight of port that we can exit without having to cloak ourselves. She added. The crew members nodded as they raised the anchor and moved to set sail once more. But going through the sea caves will cost us far too much time. She warned them. What would you have us do then, Captain? Andre asked. We go over the rocks. She added. Some of the human crew members looked worried at that statement. But captain, they'll sink the ship. One of the men stated. Not quite, Kable. Spoke a woman with silver hair. She didn't look to be much older than Avery herself. What do you mean Tyrna? Remember, boys. She said as she walked towards the stern. Not all of us are human. With that she raised her arms slowly, and as if on cue a wave picked up the ship and carried them right over the dangerous rocks of Harbinger's bay. Thank you, Tyrna. Avery said with a nod in her direction once the were free of the dangers of Harbinger's bay. Chessa! Aye, Cap'n? Chessa called from the bow. Get us away from this hellhole and as far away from the Wraith as you can manage without giving away our advantage. Avery hollered. Aye, Cap'n! Chessa responded before calling the winds once more. A strong gust caught in the sail and sent them towards their destination. Chessa would only be able to provide them with a slight advantage. Perhaps a few hours at best. She couldn't raise another storm, or it might alert the crew of the Wraith to the storms unnatural origin. --------------- Avery had warned Ander's that Dead Man Newcastle was hot on her trail. Many pirates had taken to calling the relentless captain of the Wraith Dead Man, because if he caught you in his sights, or pursued you, you were a dead man. Few pirates had managed to get away from him, and Avery was the only one that had managed to do so not only for as long as she had, but as many times as she had. He himself was not too familiar with the appearance of Captain Newcastle, but he had an admiration for Avery Havenguarde's wit and perseverance. So he told her that he would try to aid her, but he made no promises. So when the young man in threadbare sailor's clothes sat down in front of him he eyed the young man with a hard gaze from his one good eye. And what game would that be exactly young man? He asked with a wicked grin. He did not know if this was the wretched navy captain that was pursuing young Captain Havenguarde or not, but he had every intention of dragging this out. His riddles would change, becoming more cryptic to, perhaps, buy the woman a bit of time.