The Pirate Adventures

== Prologue ==
The red HiveWing scurried through the twisting hallways of The Manor, carrying a bundle of scrolls. The scrolls he was carrying seemed old, having elaborate letters in a strange language. Not that Sirex has ever learnt to read, but even if he had, this language was not of the Pantalan sort. As he went past a large painting of a black-scaled dragon, he turned and entered a string of symbols into a metallic looking plate by the painting. A invisible opening appeared from the wall. As Sirex stepped in, the room was dark, save for a candle sitting on a wooden desk. Wood was more valuable than gold, after all, so having wooden furniture was a way to show your wealth in Pantala. A black dragon, the one in the painting outside, sat at the desk, writing on an old scroll delicately. Sirex bowed towards him, and the dragon began to speak. 
”Sirex. Did you bring the scrolls?” He hissed in a deep voice, his scales rattling. 
”Yes, Lord Scorpionfly.” Sirex said, standing up. “But I wasn’t able to get one of the scrolls. You see, the vendor didn’t want to give it up, and-“ 
”Stop talking. Your voice makes my head hurt. Give me the scrolls you managed to get, you insufferable worm.” Scorpionfly replied annoyedly, interrupting Sirex’s tale. 
”Sorry sir. Here you go, sir.” Sirex said, his head bowed. He put the scrolls on the desk, and bowed again. 
”Now get out of my sight.” Scorpionfly hissed. Sirex obeyed and left the room closing the door behind him. Scorpionfly stood up, barely glancing at the scrolls Sirex had procured for him. The little worm has no idea….. He thought as he walked across the room to at scroll-shelf. He brought one out from the middle row and a secret entrance opened. As he walked though, flamesilk lights turned on, revealing his dastardly collection. He admired his collection, relishing the forever petrified faces of his trophies. He walked around his secret room, checking on the specimens, then walked out and closed the door, putting out the lights. He wasn’t your ordinary collector. He didn’t collect scrolls or necklaces or plants. No, he collected something far, far worse. 
Dragons. 
== Chapter One ==
The white IceWing looked at the sunrise, clicking his talons on the edge of the boat. His silver bracelet glimmered in the sunlight for a few moments as he heard a door shut behind him. Then, a pair of pale red talons covered his eyes. 
”Poisoned Greed, I know it’s you.” The IceWing chuckled as the talons moved away from his eyes. 
”How did you know?” Poisoned said teasingly. 
”Well, only one dragon in this whole ship has pale red scales. So I took a guess.” 
”You’re too smart for me, Sir Amur.” Poisoned said, mock-bowing. Amur smiled and mockingly tipped up his snout. 
”Yes, yes. Now you may rise.” Amur said. As the pale red dragon stood up, the pair nuzzled for a fleeting moment and Poisoned smirked. As the hybrid left, Amur decided to go to see if the rest of the crew was up. As he was walking, a small scavenger in a pirate hat started to wrestle with his ankle. 
“Seriously? Poisoned,” He shouted “Come get your pet. He’s annoying me.” 
”Sorry! I don’t know why Scrap does that.” The pale red dragon scooped up Scrap, and put him on their shoulder. “He seems to like everyone else.” 
“Don’t worry about it.” Amur said, smiling. The scavenger just needed to get used to him, that’s all. Poisoned nodded, still smirking, and went to the ship’s wheel. Poisoned Greed was the true sailor of the ship, and it was his job to sail the ship. 
”So, were we going?” A voice asked behind the IceWing. He spun around and there stood a Sand/Night hybrid, already suited up with many daggers and various bottles of multicolored liquids. The hybrid is a dragon of few words, and often enjoys communicating in obscure sign language that somehow makes sense to most of the crew. 
”Oh Quicksight, there you are! We’re just going to some island. The SeaWing bartender from a few islands ago was talking about some treasure on Black Sand Island or something. Might be worth checking out.” Amur said. 
”Why are we trusting that dragon?” Quicksight said, her eyes narrowing. I don’t think that there is any treasure. It’s probably a trap. She added in her sign language. 
”We can deal with whatever comes our way. Besides, it’s not like we have anything else to do in this desolate ocean.” Poisoned called from the wheel. 
If that’s what you want to think. The hybrid signed. She spun on her heels and stalked back to the crew’s cabin. As the oak door slammed shut, Poisoned Greed subtly rolled their eyes, 
”She’s so hard to talk to, honestly. You can barely say two words to her before she gets angry.” They tsked, obviously annoyed, and looked towards the horizon. Amur could almost see Poison’s plan to get rid of Quicksight on the Black Sand Island and blame it on her sense of adventure or something like that. 
“Do you think there’s actually treasure on the island?” Amur said, Quicksight’s words, or rather, signs, had shaken his belief in the SeaWing’s tale. 
“Of course!” Poisoned said, coming down from the wheel deck to stand next to him. “It wouldn’t be labeled as ‘Treasure Island’ on that map we got if there wasn’t treasure, now would it?” 
”Hmm. I guess you’re right.” Amur flashed a grin at the pale red dragon. “Now, don’t you have a job to do?” Poisoned feigned looking shocked, and slowly moon-walked back up to the wheel, a humongous smile on his face. Scrap was following him, but thankfully didn’t attempt to attack Amur this time. But before Poisoned Greed has even gotten back to the wheel, a strange looking SandWing had shot out of the doors Quicksight had gone into a few minutes ago. 
“Amur, Amur!” It roared. “You have to see this!” 
== Chapter Two ==
Sage had just woken up and there already was action and drama below deck. Not that she ever experienced it first talon, stuck in a cramped cell for the past few months. All she wanted to do was gather some flowers by the shore, but she chose the wrong time on the exact wrong day. At least she wasn’t trapped with anyone annoying. Wisdom was already awake, staring out of the cell towards the heavy oak doors shutting out most light. They didn’t seem to notice her waking up, but someone else did. 
“Sage! Did you hear about the new dragon?” The hybrid asked her.
”Yeah, I listened to our captor’s minds while I was sleeping. No, I didn’t.” Sage said with heavy sarcasm back at Aquamarine. 
“Really? I didn’t realize you had NightWing powers. I thought it was reserved for important dragons.” Wisdom said back, still looking at the door. 
Ok, maybe not annoying was a stretch. Sage thought as the door flung open, letting in a bright light. Squinting, Sage made out a brown SandWing leading a IceWing and some weird hybrid down the stairs. She recognized the IceWing as Captain Amur, the pirate leader and head captor. The hybrid was his boyfriend, and personally, Sage thought the romance between them was kinda cute. But she would never actually say it. They walked past the cells hurriedly, only the small scavenger giving them any recognition that they exist. Aqua huffed and went back to ‘The Wet Corner’, the corner where some seawater would splash occasionally. 
”But seriously, do you know anything about the new dragon?” Wisdom said, finally looking at her. The blue LeafWing tilted their head slightly. 
”I literally just woke up.” Sage snapped back at them. 
”Well, one of the guards was talking about a weird SeaWing looking dragon that washed aboard eariler.” The SeaWing mention perked Aqua’s interest. 
”Obviously, they must be looking for me.” She said, looking so disdainful, Sage wanted to claw the SeaWing/RainWing’s horns off. 
”Yes, because you’re the missing SeaWing heir, insert cliche upon cliche here.” Wisdom said, waving their talons while rolling their eyes. “If you’re going to be so smug, I’ll tell the crew to throw me off the ship.” 
”Good, I’ll let them kno-“ Aqua started, tail shaking in anger, but was interrupted by the arrival of the captain and the aforementioned strange SeaWing. As he unlocked the door, Sage noticed he seemed like too many things were going on in his brain. Amur motioned for the new dragon to go in, which they did. He then locked the door back up and left, shutting the oak doors behind him, blocking out the sun. In the dim-ish torchlight, Sage saw a storm-gray dragon that looked very squishy. She would have thought it was a SeaWing, but it had a shark-like tail and shark fins, which no SeaWing has ever had. Before Sage could introduce herself to the dragon in a completely normal way, Aquamarine stepped forward. 
”Hello, subject.” She started, looking down at the new prisoner. “I understand you have come to save me, and failed. I hope this is punishment enough.” The new dragon looked rightfully confused. 
“Staying with you? That poor dragon doesn’t deserve that.” Wisdom snickered. The dragon then spoke. 
”Meeeeee Maritimeeeeee, whoooo youuuu?” It said in an ear-piercing voice, so high pitched it would have broken glass in one of those extravagant operas. In between words, there seemed to be… dolphin squeaks? Sage buried her head under her wings, trying to block out the sound. Wisdom appeared to not care, and Aquamarine was trying very hard to not clap her talons over her ears, losing some of her regal expression doing it. 
”I’m Wisdom, the green dragon’s Sage, and the annoying turtle-face is Aquamarine.” Wisdom said placidly, waving their talon toward each dragon. Aqua’s face turned from disdainful to angry at the statement. Sage felt semi-grateful not being introduced insultingly, and looked at Maritime in what she hoped was a friendly way. 
“Oh, that’s sooo mature, Wisdom. If I was in my kingdom, I’d have you beheaded!” Aqua shouted. Maritime reluctantly put their talons/fins over their ears, almost as if it didn’t want to admit defeat by doing so, and closed their eyes. Maybe weird dragons that speak in squeaks have limits too. Sage decided to step in. 
”Ok, ok, that’s enough.” Sage started stepping between the two hybrids. “Don’t you two ever think about making good impressions?” The RainWing said frustratedly. Maritime looked at her gratefully, or at least, it looked like that was the expression they were making. Wisdom’s face remained emotionless, as always, but their eyes weren’t glittering with rage anymore at least. Aquamarine sighed theatrically. 
“Sorry.” Aqua sulkily said, swishing her tail angrily at the others and retreating to ‘The Wet Corner’. Sage turned back to the shark-dragon. 
“Your names Maritine, right?” Asked Sage. She thought that what what she heard in between the cacophony of other noises that was this dragons speech, but she wanted to be polite, unlike some dragons below deck. The dragon nodded back. 
”Wonderful deduction.” Wisdom muttered under his breath, still angry at Aquamarine and not bothered who they annoyed in the process. Sage pretended not to hear their remark, and Maritine seemed….. confused? Happy? It was honestly hard to tell what this dragon’s emotions were. “Do you hear that?” Wisdom said, his ears suddenly perked up. Sage listened, and heard rain. Heavy rain. 
“It’s just a storm, Wisdom.” Aqua said, still facing the opposite direction. “You know, for a dragon named Wisdom, you-“ The hybrid began an insult, but was interrupted by a loud sound, like thunder striking. A violent display of purple and sound struck below deck, signaling the storm had already wrecked the ship. Out of the corner of her eye, Sage saw orange and yellow springing up from the strike-place, and the smell of smoke from somewhere nearby. Maritine began throwing itself against the bars, and even Wisdom seemed scared. Sage, with eyes wide, spat out two words. 
“Oh s—t.” 
 
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