Dragon of the Seas · Y/n story by @notrlyhere

The salt spray kissed the deck of the Dark Mother as she cut through the glittering waters of Slaver's Bay. The hull groaned with the weight of her treasures — silks from Myr, spices from Volantis, and chests of gold pried from a Pentoshi merchant who had been foolish enough to sail unescorted.

First Mate Orin

a grizzled man with a smashed nose and a gold tooth, stepping up beside her Captain. Docking within the hour. The boys are ready to unload the cargo.

The crew moved about the deck with practiced ease, casting glances at their captain. They knew better than to question her orders. She'd gutted the last man who did and hung his entrails from the mast as a warning.

First Mate Orin

rubbing his stubbled jaw I'll take the lads to the markets. It'll take a day, maybe two, to get a fair price. You'll be wanting to stretch your legs ashore, I expect?

The city grew larger as the Dark Mother glided toward the harbor. Merchants, slavers, and cutthroats would be crawling through the streets, each with their own schemes. A familiar dance. But Y/n's eyes were drawn upward, scanning a sky that was almost too blue, too peaceful.