“Captain Merlfalkwyn. Why is it that some fish are sharks, and others are not?â€
The Admiral’s chambers were sparse and and clean, more befitting an officer of the Maelstrom than any simple pirate. He stood, his back to his visitor as he gazed through the wide windows of the flagship at the Fleet..
His Fleet.
Sleek low frigates could be seen scattered around the harbor, the mainstay of his fleet, while a few airships could be seen moored to raised platforms near the cliffs. He turns to his guest after a moment, and despite the generous size of the cabin, the Admiral seemed too large for it, overwhelming in his sheer force of presence. His eyes shine with cunning from a craggy, sea weathered face, judging her as he waits for a response.
The small Sea Wolf waits at silent attention, holding herself with a military poise that well suited the pirate flagship’s clean lines. Despite her comparatively tiny stature, it would be impossible to describe the heavily muscled marauder as petite. Her stone hard face remains impassive, waiting until the commander stands fully facing her. Steely eyes glint back at him as she delivers the crisp response.
“All fish are not sharks Admiral, because not all fish be suited fer th’hunt.â€
“True, Captain.†He nods curtly, “But that is not the whole of the tale.†The Admiral’s voice is a low rumble, a voice used to shouting commands across the cacophony of gunfire. One can almost hear glass rattle at every word.
“Every fish once had a choice. To survive…†He says the word with obvious contempt, “Or to hunt. To sharpen its teeth against its foes… or to huddle with its comrades hoping for survival.†His eyes flash with anger, “We were once a nation of Sharks, Captain. Now we have become minnows.â€
He hops off his desk and paces towards her, “The choice is yours Captain. Will you be shark?†His words hang for a moment, until he is but a few fulms away, “Or minnow?â€
“With all respects ter ye Admiral,†The woman replies with an undertone of pride running through her seasoned voice. “I be the eldest daughter o’ Merlfalk Merlahrsyn. I was born an’ raised in th’old traditions. I’ve stared inter the very eye o’the whorl an returned victorious.†Her face cracks a smile, with sudden wrinkles belying her true age. “The shark may shed it’s teeth, but it’ll never lose it’s bite.â€
He breaks into a grin as well, his meaty hand slapping her side, “That’s the kind of fire we need, Captain.†His gaze drifts to the window, “You’ve got your orders then. Don’t dissapoint me, and you might be a captain again in more than just name.†The skeleton of a vessel lies in drydock, workers swarming over it like ants, “New ship’s almost done. Be a shame if we couldn’t find a captain for her.â€
He pauses for a moment, letting his words hang in the air, “Understood?â€
“Understood Admiral.â€
The Admiral’s chambers were sparse and and clean, more befitting an officer of the Maelstrom than any simple pirate. He stood, his back to his visitor as he gazed through the wide windows of the flagship at the Fleet..
His Fleet.
Sleek low frigates could be seen scattered around the harbor, the mainstay of his fleet, while a few airships could be seen moored to raised platforms near the cliffs. He turns to his guest after a moment, and despite the generous size of the cabin, the Admiral seemed too large for it, overwhelming in his sheer force of presence. His eyes shine with cunning from a craggy, sea weathered face, judging her as he waits for a response.
The small Sea Wolf waits at silent attention, holding herself with a military poise that well suited the pirate flagship’s clean lines. Despite her comparatively tiny stature, it would be impossible to describe the heavily muscled marauder as petite. Her stone hard face remains impassive, waiting until the commander stands fully facing her. Steely eyes glint back at him as she delivers the crisp response.
“All fish are not sharks Admiral, because not all fish be suited fer th’hunt.â€
“True, Captain.†He nods curtly, “But that is not the whole of the tale.†The Admiral’s voice is a low rumble, a voice used to shouting commands across the cacophony of gunfire. One can almost hear glass rattle at every word.
“Every fish once had a choice. To survive…†He says the word with obvious contempt, “Or to hunt. To sharpen its teeth against its foes… or to huddle with its comrades hoping for survival.†His eyes flash with anger, “We were once a nation of Sharks, Captain. Now we have become minnows.â€
He hops off his desk and paces towards her, “The choice is yours Captain. Will you be shark?†His words hang for a moment, until he is but a few fulms away, “Or minnow?â€
“With all respects ter ye Admiral,†The woman replies with an undertone of pride running through her seasoned voice. “I be the eldest daughter o’ Merlfalk Merlahrsyn. I was born an’ raised in th’old traditions. I’ve stared inter the very eye o’the whorl an returned victorious.†Her face cracks a smile, with sudden wrinkles belying her true age. “The shark may shed it’s teeth, but it’ll never lose it’s bite.â€
He breaks into a grin as well, his meaty hand slapping her side, “That’s the kind of fire we need, Captain.†His gaze drifts to the window, “You’ve got your orders then. Don’t dissapoint me, and you might be a captain again in more than just name.†The skeleton of a vessel lies in drydock, workers swarming over it like ants, “New ship’s almost done. Be a shame if we couldn’t find a captain for her.â€
He pauses for a moment, letting his words hang in the air, “Understood?â€
“Understood Admiral.â€
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