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I tried using the multiple file uploader, and initially I thought the other two files had disappeared. Turns out they were all thrown into one submission, and I didn't want that. If you've gotten to read this already, thanks for looking and apologies if ya thought it disappeared. I'm not the happiest with this piece. It's probably one of my weaker ones, but I figured I'd upload it anyway.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Well I really biffed this one. I tried using the multiple file uploader, and initially I thought the other two files had disappeared. Turns out they were all thrown into one submission, and I didn't want that. If you've gotten to read this already, thanks for looking and apologies if ya thought it disappeared. I'm not the happiest with this piece. It's probably one of my weaker ones, but I figured I'd upload it anyway.","writing":"* * * * * 1\n\n\t“Captain Ashton, ma’am! Our outlook spotted a Horde crew several leagues off the port bow. Orders?”\n\n\tThe deep gray-furred worgeness eyed the man for a long moment. Without a word she reached into a pocket of her captain’s jacket and produced a jet black pocketwatch and flipped it open. “Tail them, but do not act until I give the command. If they attack, lead them toward the Maelstrom until they flee. Understood?” Her voice rang thickly with her Gilnean accent.\n\n\tThe resident cabin boy by the name of Carl began to protest. “But captain, what if they start heading for the Eastern Kingd-.”\n\n\tThe boy was cut short by a fierce, yellow-eyed glare from the captain. “Understood?” she repeated, this time much more gravelly and menacing.\n\n\tCarl swallowed hard. “Very good, ma’am,” and waited until she walked away before exhaling. His eyes never left her as she strode along the deck of the ship and disappeared below deck, curious about the woman. The young man looked down at his dark purple robes and brushed them absently, quietly wondering if the sea was the place for a novice warlock.\n\n\tThe young man nearly jumped as he felt a gruff hand clap onto his shoulder. “Oi, ye’ll be arright lad. Tha cap’n takes some time ter git used ter, but she ain’t so bad.”\n\n\tCarl turned to regard the bald-headed, yellow-bearded dwarf next to him. He was easily a head shorter than Carl, so the young man had little choice but to look down to chat with him. “Ugh, I just don’t get it. She seems so… cold. How’d she get to be a captain like that, Krig?”\n\n\tThe dwarf let out a hearty laugh and began to guide the young man toward the opposite end of the ship. “Lad, ye got a lot ter learn ‘bout politickin’ if ye wanna understand. Folks say she be tha cousin o’ Tess Greymane, daughter o’ tha worgen king. Say she got tha ship an’ tha crew as a gift, but if we be honest ‘ere, she be a damned good cap’n all things considerin’. She’s sharp an’ calculatin’, an’ her brother be jus’ as bad.”\n\n\tCarl glanced toward the helm of the ship, taking silent note of the male worgen who had just begun to walk away from it, having given the wheel to a night elf male. “He’s the first mate, right?”\n\n\t“Aye, so they say,” added Krig with another chuckle. Yer new ‘ere, ain’t ye?”\n\n\t“This is my first voyage,” Carl admitted.\n\n\t“Well then, best catch ye up ter what we all been thinkin’ fer years.” The dwarf ushered him below deck as well and guided him to the ship’s mess hall. The weather was clear enough that most of the crew was above deck as it were, so the tables were mostly empty. The two sat down with a couple of drinks between them before the dwarf continued. “So I been servin’ tha Crimson Spear fer ‘bout seven odd years now, and truthfully Cap’n Thora Ashton be tha best cap’n I e’er served under. She be fairer’n most as long as ye follow orders an’ don’ step out o’ line, really.” He took a deep swig of his brew before continuing. “But she can be intimidatin’ as hell jus’ bein’ a worgen herself. Worgen be fierce folk. Not ones ter trifle with.”\n\n\t“I guess not,” he admitted quietly. “She seems… interesting.”\n\n\t“Oh aye, ‘bout as interestin’ as a sailin’ locky, eh?” the dwarf added with a hearty laugh. “Naw, we got a reason fer recruitin’ ye mate. We be happy ter ‘ave ye.”\n\n\tThe young man looked at the dwarf curiously. “I don’t understand.”\n\n\tKrig glanced around the room for a brief moment before leaning in closely to the young man. The dwarf smelled like booze, but not unpleasantly so. “Well, our captain be quite a private lass, an’ we, as ‘er crew, be more curious ‘n we be bold. Ye see ‘er pull out tha pocketwatch earlier?”\n\n\tCarl nodded. “What of it?”\n\n\t“She’s got a sharp as shit eye on it. Always has, always will. Ye see, she had tha ship built personally fer ‘er, an’ ‘er cabin be entirely sealed off from tha crew. None o’ us ‘ave e’er seen tha damned quarters, nor ‘ave any o’ us seen ‘er use ‘er human form. She be a pure worgeness s’far’s we know. That be where ye come in. Ye know tha Eye o’ Kilrogg?”\n\n\tThe young warlock’s eyes lit up. “I just learned it before I left for sea.”\n\n\t“Excellent! Then ye be jus’ right fer tha job!” he cheered with another swig. “We ain’t quite figured out ‘er schedule, but whenever she be takin’ tha pocketwatch out, she heads back ter ‘er cabin. All ye need ter do is git yer eye in thar an’ see if she ‘as a human form without gittin’ caught. Think ye can handle that, lad?”\n\n\tCarl fidgeted slightly. “The eye has its limitations. It can’t go through walls or become invisible or anything….\n\n\tKrig eyed the boy warily. “If yer sayin’ ye can’t, we’ll find us anotha ‘lock when we be hittin’ port. We don’ need ye, an’ tha ocean be a hell o’ a cold bed.” The dwarf said this with no anger, rather he almost seemed saddened by the thought of having him thrown overboard.\n\n\t“Well… if there’s any other way I’ll find it, Krig,” he assured the dwarf.\n\n\t“That’s a good lad! Take yer time if ye’d like, but tha rest o’ tha crew, jus’ like meself, be dyin’ with curiosity,” he admonished as he rose from his seat and clapped the boy on the shoulder before leaving.\n\n* * * * * 2\n\n\tCarl was left by himself with confusion. Krig and the crew were nice enough, but the captain confused him and along with her brother they seemed like two of a kind. He couldn’t help but be curious himself, but if she caught him…. The boy shook the thoughts from his head. He was no master, but he knew his way pretty well around his own spells.\n\n\tThe rest of the day went relatively peacefully for the crew and Carl. The night was no different either, however Carl found himself uncomfortable in the meager hammock he was given. The entire crew, save for the captain and first mate who had their own cabins, slept in one, cramped room. Unable to sleep, Carl carefully hopped out of his hammock and stowed himself in the galley. Only one patron remained, the swabby, and he was passed out drunk.\n\n\tThe warlock tucked himself into one corner and began a quiet chant, and seconds later a fiery eye sprung into existence before him as his own eyes closed. The fiery eye glanced around the galley quickly before it zoomed off toward the upper deck. There was always a helmsman and a lookout awake, but the former was seated against the railing while the latter was too high up to bother looking at the deck. Free to roam, the eye scoured every part of the ship it could reach and even went as far as to hover around the outside of the ship. There were indeed windows to the captain’s cabin, but there was something oddly reflective about them that wouldn’t allow Carl to see in. Some kind of enchantment or gnomish device he figured. Either way, the only two places he hadn’t been were the two cabins.\n\n\tBoth doors to the cabins started above deck and were seated right next to each other. Whenever assistance was required, crewmen were told to rap on the first mate’s door to get his attention before anyone else. Any knocking on the captain’s door would be ignored. Of course, Carl had no intention of knocking, and with a deep breath his eye pushed against her door. Locked.\n\n\tCarl held back a frustrated swear. The eye was intangible to a degree, but it couldn’t go through walls or doors. Having exhausted most of his options, Carl decided to try a push against the first mate’s door. To his surprise, the door had been left unlocked. The door led into a fairly long hallway with a second door at its end, and apparently even that door was left unlocked in case of emergency.\n\n\tThe door didn’t make a sound as it opened just enough for Carl to see in. The first mate’s cabin wasn’t much to look at. A small bed sat at one corner, the first mate sleeping soundly within its sheets, with a small table next to it. A larger table sat at its center covered with a number of food and beverage items. All in all there wasn’t much decor, and just as Carl was about to dismiss his spell the eye caught an odd crease in the floorboards beneath one corner of a rugged rug. Curiosity overtook him as the eye floated into the room itself and over to the crease. A gentle nudge of the rug revealed a trapdoor beneath it, and with some maneuvering the eye was able to force it upward and slip beneath it without a sound.\n\n\tThe passage was completely unlit, but the flames of the eye cast a small amount of light along it. Nothing appeared special, but the passage was just barely tall enough for a human to stand comfortably. The eye floated along until it found an identical trapdoor at the opposite end, and without hesitation the eye pushed it upward. The room it led into was far more lavishly-furnished, and in terms of size it was far bigger. A long set of windows would have allowed the moonlight in, though a series of crimson curtains were drawn to block it out. The trapdoor itself pushed up a corner of a lavish rug of many colors, and at its center was a massive, sturdy table. Despite how fancy the room was, all in all it was rather messy as well. Coins and papers were scattered about the room’s floor, and most of the wall hangings were either ripped or cast to the floor. A sizeable, four-poster bed was in one corner as well, and it appeared as if most of the sheets had been thrown off. \n\nSnoring could be heard from the bed’s center, but Carl hesitated to move. The trapdoor would close if he left, and it was tough enough to open one again with just an eyeball. Still, he knew he was in the captain’s cabin, and all he’d have to do was dismiss the spell anyway. Slowly he moved the eye out of the trapdoor, but he kept it below the mattress line for a long moment before peering up over its edge.\n\nAt its center lay the worgeness captain still in her worgen form, completely nude, and snoring as loud as can be. Carl hadn’t ever thought much about worgen women before, but at that moment he couldn’t help but find the captain strikingly beautiful. Her mane and fur were rather unkempt, but the deep gray fur was in stark contrast to the crimson bed cover. Her body was well-toned after having been sailing Azeroth’s seas for as long as she had, but it was clear she kept herself well-fed as well. Her furred breasts heaved with every snore, and by Carl’s guess they had to be maybe half the size of his basketball-sized floating eye.\n\nA sudden disruption in her snoring caused Carl to drop below the bed’s line, but as it returned to normal it rose back up. She’d rolled onto her side facing away from him, and once again Carl marveled at the sizeable curve of her curvaceous rear. As taken as he was with her, what caught his eye most was an oddity among her fur. Between her thighs, her fur seemed exceptionally matted, and the longer he looked, he noticed a small, slightly white-colored trail trickle from between her legs and down her lower rear thigh.\n\nShe’d mated? But none of the crew were allowed in there, he thought. The passage had to mean something though, of course, and Carl was no idiot. Sure, the passage could have been for simple strategic meetings with her brother, but after seeing this he couldn’t think of another possibility. Here, he had to consider whether this was worth reporting to the crew. He had suspicion, but there was no legitimate proof he could offer, and his mission was to see if she had a human form anyway which he hadn’t discovered.\n\nA second disruption in her snoring was enough to spook Carl into ending his spell. His breathing was heavy as he checked the galley around him to see the swabby still asleep in his seat. If nothing else, Carl had his route, and as he climbed back into his hammock he realized he had to keep a careful eye on the captain and that pocketwatch tomorrow.\n\n* * * * * 3\n\n\tMorning came all too soon for Carl, and before he knew it he was running all over the ship fetching materials and delivering the captain’s orders. Captain Ashton seemed to take little more notice of Carl than she usually did, so he had to savely figure she hadn’t noticed the eye the night before.\n\n\tIt wasn’t until about midday during one of the young warlock’s many trips below deck that the sound of, “CARL!” met his ears. Krig charged through one of the ship’s many doors, yanked the boy back above deck by the scruff of his robe, and pointed toward the captain. “Watch!”\n\n\tSure enough, she was looking at that black pocketwatch, and in a panic Carl ran back down into the galley, found a corner, and cast his spell as quickly as he could. The eye zoomed back above deck just in time to watch the captain’s cabin door close behind her. The rest of the crew watched the eye with interest, but none interfered with it. Apparently Krig had informed them all of the plan beforehand. Either way, the eye pushed open the first mate’s door, much to everyone’s surprise, though all at once everyone began to look around for first mate Jexon Ashton. The worgen was nowhere to be found.\n\n\tCarl’s eye recklessly pushed its way into the first mate’s cabin and stopped short. To his surprise, the trapdoor was just closing as the first mate himself was stepping into it. Taking his risky chance, Carl’s eye darted in behind him just before it closed. In the passage the worgen held a small, light-giving gem in his hand, which in turn happened to outshine the flames of the eye.\n\n\tJexon was completely oblivious of the eye as it followed him, and moments later he climbed up into his sister’s room. The eye darted in just behind him before the door shut, and suddenly Carl realized he had no hiding spot. Focus shifting, the eye shot upward at lightning speed and buried itself between a set of books on a high bookshelf. The vantage point gave him a good view of the rest of the room. To his surprise as well Jexon was nowhere to be seen anymore, the captain had not yet arrived, and any light that could have been in the room was gone. The curtains were drawn and the candles had been snuffed, and all seemed dead quiet.\n\n\tIt was several very long moments before the door to the cabin creaked open, and from the hallway behind it a tall, well-proportioned human woman entered the room. Carl had never seen this particular member of the crew before, or so he thought. Deep green eyes seemed almost frightened as they searched the black room, though her eyes seemed almost fierce when coupled with her fiery locks of ginger hair that cascaded halfway down her back. Her cheeks were freckled and her skin seemed well-tanned from life at sea, though her clothing appeared to be a meager set of rags that hang loosely from her shoulders and waist. It was just enough to cover what counted, but it did little to hide the much paler skin along the sides of her breasts and hips. All in all it was quite the attractive outfit.\n\n\tThe woman carefully closed the door behind her. “H-hello?” she called in a gentle, melodious voice. “Anybody home?”\n\n\tCarl almost wanted to reply despite how silly the thought was. His curiosity was stoked with confusion now. The young woman stepped further into the room slowly, and out of the corner of Carl’s vision a pair of glowing, yellow eyes lit up in one corner of the dark room. The woman continued to move, and without warning the yellow eyes shot forward at lightning speed. Carl’s eye adjusted enough for him to realize the yellow eyes were Jexon, and before the woman could react he had her by the throat in one, clawed hand. Jexon rumbled and growled like a feral beast as he lifted her into the air several inches as she struggled to break free, though he made no other immediate move aside from intently inspecting her fearful eyes. “Intruder,” he growled angrily and tossed her to the wood floor. “You will pay for your crimes, bitch!”\n\n\tShe cried out in terror as she was dropped to the floor and looked back at him shakily. “P-please! I’ll leave!”\n\n\tA toothy, evil-looking grin spread across the worgen’s face. “It’s too late for that. You’re mine now.” Jexon reached down and grabbed her by her left ankle. She cried out and attempted to scramble away, but he seemed far too strong to resist as he began to drag her toward the bed. She clawed at the floor in vain, but as he was just about to fling her onto the bed she lunged at him with a high-pitched cry. She grabbed for his fur to resist, but in turn his claws came out, and the two became a blur of flying claws and limbs. Carl felt he should do something -the woman seemed awful helpless after all- but after about a minute of this struggle he realized there was no blood or open wounds despite the worgen’s claws appearing to rake at her.\n\n\tHer rags were quickly shredded to leave her nude as she struggled against him, but there was no resisting the powerful first mate. Before long he had her pinned on her back, and with a growl his muzzle shot for her neck as if to bite down. She cried out despite the clear lack of blood, but almost instantly her entire body seemed to waver. Her limbs seemed to change in shape and color, and her body appeared to grow even more curvaceous until the woman was entirely gone, replaced by a female worgen beneath him. It was none other Thora Ashton herself, pinned nude beneath her own brother.\n\n* * * * * 4\n\n\tJexon snarled above her and appeared to size up the ‘new’ worgeness up and down with some satisfaction. “Like I said. You’re mine, and there’s nothing you can fucking do about it, bitch.”\n\n\tThe worgeness continued to struggle beneath him, but he had the leverage on her. Losing strength, Thora merely whimpered like a scared pup. “Please… don’t hurt me,” she echoed. Her voice was much more gravelly again.\n\n\t“Shut up!” he cried and suddenly stood up, yanked her upward, and threw her over the foot of the bed. She rolled onto her back and watched him wide-eyed as he calmly unbuckled his belt. “Get back on your belly if you know what’s good for you, bitch,” he hissed as he dropped his leggings to the floor. There was no underwear to hold back the worgen’s cock as it stood prominently before him. It was not overly long, but even in the darkness Carl could tell it shined bright red much like a feral canine’s cock. His knot was not yet swollen, but he was fully erect as he stared at his own sister.\n\n\tThora seemed to grow more confident and defiant as she looked at him, though her eyes clearly settled upon his cock. “Fuck you! Let me go!”\n\n\t“In that order, maybe,” he cocked back. Suddenly he was upon her as a second struggle broke out between them. Claws flew every which way and disheveled the sheets beneath them, and with a few forceful grabs Jexon had Thora back onto her belly with her hands held behind her back and her plump posterior prominently pushed into the air. Jexon took his chance and shucked himself of the rest of his garments to leave himself as nude as she was. She never stopped struggling and began to protest once more, but her words were cut short and morphed into a painful yelp as Jexon shoved his hips against hers with reckless abandon. His red-hot cock jabbed against her inner thigh in an attempt to reach her pussy. “Hold fucking still!” he hissed and hunched over her further until he was on the balls of his feet, and once again he jabbed his hips forward. Her struggling made for another miss, and in anger he wildly pumped his hips without much care for aim. He knew he’d hit his mark eventually, and he didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry.\n\n\t“Bastard!” Thora spat and attempted to squeeze her thighs together to keep him out, but his sharply-tapered cock was more painful than she could handle, and he tended to hit open air more with her legs more widely-spread. It wasn’t until about the thirtieth thrust that the almost-feral worgen’s cock buried itself deep inside his sister’s pussy, her yelp this time melting into something of a moan-howl hybrid. Her head arched upward as she howled, but her brother’s clawed hand came down to shove it against the bed as he began to thrust properly. His cock became something of an intermittent blur as it disappeared and reappeared, though it never fully left his sister’s pussy. Each thrust caused his pair of hefty, furred balls to swing wildly, the orbs themselves seeming to hang lower than a normal human’s would. Thrust after thrust found him even deeper inside her, and it didn’t seem long before his knot clearly began to swell.\n\n\t“Yeah, that’s my good little fucking bitch,” he cooed as he leaned over her. “Take my fucking cock,” he hissed as he grazed his teeth over her furred shoulder. Despite the forcefulness, the worgeness seemed to revel in his touch, and her efforts to maintain her fearful exterior were nearly overwhelmed by her pleasure. The two were fucking like wild animals might to be sure, and in turn his thrusting suddenly ground to a halt. His cock was fully buried inside her, and his knot had swollen and sealed off any chance of pulling out.\n\n\tThora almost seemed to purr as she attempted to arch her own back, though her brother had her too well-pinned to get very far. “Mmmh! No!” she attempted to cry, though her words were drowned out by another moan as his clawed hand left her head to smack her ass viciously. The movement did little to silence her though as she continued to moan louder with the swollen knot in her pussy.\n\n\tJexon did his best to keep collected, but as soon as he was stuck his eyes began to flutter closed. The smack against his sister’s ass seemed to cause her to tighten around him, and before he knew what was happening his body was rocked with a vicious climax. Deep inside her his cum flooded her womb with no possible way to escape, and as waves of pleasure hit him his knees buckled helplessly. The worgen fell onto his sister writhing in pleasure and unable to dislodge his canine manhood, but the worgeness was quick to try and reach up to grab him and hold him in place atop her. She, too, was racked with her own quivering climax, though by the time his was over she was still moaning through her delightful waves.\n\n\tIt wasn’t until both of them came to their senses that the truth came out. Jexon and Thora did their best to make eye contact, and with mutual smiles they pressed their muzzles together lovingly. The worgeness clung to her brother for dear life and refused to let him go until his knot finally began to shrink. His softening flesh left her with a slicked little ‘pop’, and a small waterfall of his cum began to flow from between her legs to soak the bed sheets below them.\n\n* * * * * 5\n\n\tCarl knew he’d been watching for far longer than he needed to, but he found himself utterly entranced by their relationship. The shock had faded into a curiosity that he’d never explored before, although he had never had siblings of his own. Both worgen readjusted themselves until their heads were on the cushioned pillows, and wrapped in each others’ arms, the two kissed tenderly and absently caressed and groped each others’ bodies. It was a far more tender experience than what had transpired before.\n\n\t“Apologies, Thora. Still working on my dirty talk,” Jexon spoke softly with a sheepish grin and a thick Gilnean accent.\n\n\tThe captain returned the remark with a gravelly giggle and stroked his cheek. “Ever-progressing. You’re much better than you used to be at least. How was mine?” Her accent was just as intense, though the both of them sounded much higher-class than their prior actions would have implied.\n\n\tJexon chuckled deeply. “You get lost after a while. Your fear is getting better too, though.” Thora almost seemed to purr as she nuzzled his neck wordlessly. Silence ensued for several long moments, and Carl was just about to dismiss his spell when the first mate piped up again. “How long must we keep this up, hmm?”\n\n\tThora’s now-yellow eyes seemed to sadden at the remark. “Why must you ask me this so often?”\n\n\tJexon frowned and squeezed his sister. “I’m just sick of the secrecy. I love you, and so what if your crew knew it at least?”\n\n\tHer visage hardened at this. “They have little more to do on the ocean than gossip. They’d do the same at port, and if Uncle Greymane ever found out about us we’d lose everything. You know as well as I do how cold he can be.”\n\n\tThe first mate sighed softly. “You’re not wrong,” he submitted.\n\n\tThora remained intense. “Can you not simply accept the peace we have? This is a paradise compared to what Gilneas once offered us.”\n\n\tJexon was silent for a long moment as he considered this. “You’re not wrong,” he repeated. “I just…”\n\n\tShe tenderly silenced him with a soft kiss. “I love you too,” she assured him and slipped a hand beneath the sheets. Carl had been entranced once more by their conversation, and in turn he found himself unable to look away from the pair of naked worgen. Another few minutes passed until Captain Thora leaned over to her bed table, turned on a small gas lantern, and reached for a second pocketwatch on her nightstand. This one was steel-gray with the insignia of Gilneas plainly on it. “We shouldn’t tarry much longer. The crew could wonder.”\n\n\tThe first mate leaned over to spoon his sister softly and kiss the nape of her neck. “Will I see you tonight?”\n\n\tThora frowned as she rose from the bed. “We shall see what the tides bring. If the weather is clear, maybe.”\n\n\tJexon seemed rather subdued as he got up himself, and as he was about to grab his cast-away garments when he appeared to freeze in mid-movement. As enamored as Carl had been with Thora, he hadn’t paid much mind to the first mate until the male began to approach the bookshelf his eye was perched upon. Before Carl knew it, the worgen’s claw was wrapped around the eye with a deep growl, and in a burst of fright he dismissed the spell and clung to his little corner in terror, breathing heavily.\n\n\tThe ship seemed overly quiet right then and there. Even the creaking and the rocking of the sea seemed quiet. Carl couldn’t even find the strength to move. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, a gravelly, female voice rang out far above deck. “WHERE’S THE WARLOCK!?”\n\n\tThe thundering sound of footsteps headed below deck was deafening, and before Carl could fully come to his senses a handful of crewmen had their hands on him. Within moments they’d dragged him above deck and plopped him right in front of Captain Ashton, now fully-dressed, albeit somewhat sloppily. A timid glance upward showed the worgeness to be livid. Far angrier than he’d seen her yet. The crew all whispered to one-another all at once, but nobody made a move to come to the boy’s rescue. Not even Krig.\n\n\tThe captain said nothing else, rather she fiercely grabbed the boy by his hair. As painful as it was, Carl dared not to make a move against her as she dragged him past her own cabin’s door. The door led into a similar hallway as her brother’s, and to Carl’s surprise she even dragged him through the second door into her private quarters and tossed him onto the floor. “SIT!” she commanded angrily, though Carl couldn’t bring himself to chuckle at the irony.\n\n\tThe warlock sat on the carpeted floor and timidly looked up. Thora was pacing angrily back and forth as her brother sat upon the edge of the bed and glared at the boy. They were going to kill him, Carl figured, and nobody would be any the wiser. The siblings were powerful, and even if he could escape he knew they’d track him down before he could get to shore, let alone civilization. “S...s-s-s-,” he tried to muster in apology.\n\n\t“Shut up!” the captain shot back, and the boy went quiet yet again. Her pacing continued without so much as a minor misstep or hesitation. Her steps were calculated, and her focus on them was probably the only thing keeping the boy alive.\n\n\tIt was the first mate who spoke first. “Boy, what the fuck were you thinking?” he asked bluntly in a slightly-less-angry tone.\n\n\t“I… I was asked by the crew! I’m s-sorry sir! Ma’am!” Carl blurted fearfully.\n\n\tThora’s pacing grew angrier at this, though she kept quiet as her brother talked. “Tell me how long you were watching, boy.” Carl hesitated for a brief moment and considered how truthful he should be. “Speak or die, knave!”\n\n\t“From the beginning!” Carl cried. “I mean, the eye followed you into the room, sir!\n\n\tThe captain suddenly halted and turned to her brother. “What!? Were you so careless!?”\n\n\tJexon seemed to lose intensity at this, and all he could offer her was a helpless shrug. She resumed her pacing with even more intensity. The claws on her bare feet were leaving marks in the wood and carpet at this point. The more-subdued first mate turned back to the boy. “It would seem we’ve made a few undo-able mistakes this day. All of us. Like it or not, boy, you’re a part of this now, too. We don’t want to kill you-.”\n\n\t“Don’t we!?” the captain added in with a mix of anger and surprise. “No one would miss a measly cabin boy!”\n\n\tIt was Jexon’s turn to harden. “We don’t kill the young. You know this, and I will not waver from this conviction whether you like it or not, sister.” Another turn back to Carl. “Maybe we can work out something more beneficial for all of us.”\n\n\tCarl swallowed hard. “Anything, sir. I really don’t wanna die.”\n\n\t“I don’t blame you,” Jexon added and looked to his sister. “He’s the only one who’s ever found us out. Maybe he can at least be someone we can talk to about… this,” he suggested and gestured between himself and his sister.\n\n\tThora’s eyes went wide. “You can’t be serious.”\n\n\tJexon shrugged. “Doesn’t it ever bother you? The secrecy? Hell, he can be an outlet.”\n\n\t“He’s barely even a man!” she cried and pointed toward the warlock. “Look at him! Does he look trustworthy to you!?”\n\n\tThe first mate shrugged. “Anyone’s trustworthy if they’re fearful enough, and the boy looks like he could piss himself at the drop of a hat.”\n\n\tCarl nodded quickly. He felt no shame in acting pathetic if it spared him.\n\n\tCaptain Ashton seemed to shrink a bit at her brother’s suggestion and looked between him and Carl several times before letting out an angry scoff. “Fine. Take him as a confidant and see what fucking happens.” She turned to Carl, grabbed him by the scruff of his robes, and lifted him into the air. “If I find out that any other member of the crew knows of anything you saw, I will not hesitate to remove you and whoever you told from this ship permanently. Are we clear?”\n\n\tAnother hasty nod. “Y-yes ma’am!”\n\n\tShe dropped him unceremoniously and glared at her brother before exiting her own cabin angrily. Silence settled over the cabin for a long moment before Jexon let out a soft sigh and turned back to Carl. “Get out,” was all he said.\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"* * * * * 1
\t“Captain Ashton, ma’am! Our outlook spotted a Horde crew several leagues off the port bow. Orders?”
\tThe deep gray-furred worgeness eyed the man for a long moment. Without a word she reached into a pocket of her captain’s jacket and produced a jet black pocketwatch and flipped it open. “Tail them, but do not act until I give the command. If they attack, lead them toward the Maelstrom until they flee. Understood?” Her voice rang thickly with her Gilnean accent.
\tThe resident cabin boy by the name of Carl began to protest. “But captain, what if they start heading for the Eastern Kingd-.”
\tThe boy was cut short by a fierce, yellow-eyed glare from the captain. “Understood?” she repeated, this time much more gravelly and menacing.
\tCarl swallowed hard. “Very good, ma’am,” and waited until she walked away before exhaling. His eyes never left her as she strode along the deck of the ship and disappeared below deck, curious about the woman. The young man looked down at his dark purple robes and brushed them absently, quietly wondering if the sea was the place for a novice warlock.
\tThe young man nearly jumped as he felt a gruff hand clap onto his shoulder. “Oi, ye’ll be arright lad. Tha cap’n takes some time ter git used ter, but she ain’t so bad.”
\tCarl turned to regard the bald-headed, yellow-bearded dwarf next to him. He was easily a head shorter than Carl, so the young man had little choice but to look down to chat with him. “Ugh, I just don’t get it. She seems so… cold. How’d she get to be a captain like that, Krig?”
\tThe dwarf let out a hearty laugh and began to guide the young man toward the opposite end of the ship. “Lad, ye got a lot ter learn ‘bout politickin’ if ye wanna understand. Folks say she be tha cousin o’ Tess Greymane, daughter o’ tha worgen king. Say she got tha ship an’ tha crew as a gift, but if we be honest ‘ere, she be a damned good cap’n all things considerin’. She’s sharp an’ calculatin’, an’ her brother be jus’ as bad.”
\tCarl glanced toward the helm of the ship, taking silent note of the male worgen who had just begun to walk away from it, having given the wheel to a night elf male. “He’s the first mate, right?”
\t“Aye, so they say,” added Krig with another chuckle. Yer new ‘ere, ain’t ye?”
\t“This is my first voyage,” Carl admitted.
\t“Well then, best catch ye up ter what we all been thinkin’ fer years.” The dwarf ushered him below deck as well and guided him to the ship’s mess hall. The weather was clear enough that most of the crew was above deck as it were, so the tables were mostly empty. The two sat down with a couple of drinks between them before the dwarf continued. “So I been servin’ tha Crimson Spear fer ‘bout seven odd years now, and truthfully Cap’n Thora Ashton be tha best cap’n I e’er served under. She be fairer’n most as long as ye follow orders an’ don’ step out o’ line, really.” He took a deep swig of his brew before continuing. “But she can be intimidatin’ as hell jus’ bein’ a worgen herself. Worgen be fierce folk. Not ones ter trifle with.”
\t“I guess not,” he admitted quietly. “She seems… interesting.”
\t“Oh aye, ‘bout as interestin’ as a sailin’ locky, eh?” the dwarf added with a hearty laugh. “Naw, we got a reason fer recruitin’ ye mate. We be happy ter ‘ave ye.”
\tThe young man looked at the dwarf curiously. “I don’t understand.”
\tKrig glanced around the room for a brief moment before leaning in closely to the young man. The dwarf smelled like booze, but not unpleasantly so. “Well, our captain be quite a private lass, an’ we, as ‘er crew, be more curious ‘n we be bold. Ye see ‘er pull out tha pocketwatch earlier?”
\tCarl nodded. “What of it?”
\t“She’s got a sharp as shit eye on it. Always has, always will. Ye see, she had tha ship built personally fer ‘er, an’ ‘er cabin be entirely sealed off from tha crew. None o’ us ‘ave e’er seen tha damned quarters, nor ‘ave any o’ us seen ‘er use ‘er human form. She be a pure worgeness s’far’s we know. That be where ye come in. Ye know tha Eye o’ Kilrogg?”
\tThe young warlock’s eyes lit up. “I just learned it before I left for sea.”
\t“Excellent! Then ye be jus’ right fer tha job!” he cheered with another swig. “We ain’t quite figured out ‘er schedule, but whenever she be takin’ tha pocketwatch out, she heads back ter ‘er cabin. All ye need ter do is git yer eye in thar an’ see if she ‘as a human form without gittin’ caught. Think ye can handle that, lad?”
\tCarl fidgeted slightly. “The eye has its limitations. It can’t go through walls or become invisible or anything….
\tKrig eyed the boy warily. “If yer sayin’ ye can’t, we’ll find us anotha ‘lock when we be hittin’ port. We don’ need ye, an’ tha ocean be a hell o’ a cold bed.” The dwarf said this with no anger, rather he almost seemed saddened by the thought of having him thrown overboard.
\t“Well… if there’s any other way I’ll find it, Krig,” he assured the dwarf.
\t“That’s a good lad! Take yer time if ye’d like, but tha rest o’ tha crew, jus’ like meself, be dyin’ with curiosity,” he admonished as he rose from his seat and clapped the boy on the shoulder before leaving.
* * * * * 2
\tCarl was left by himself with confusion. Krig and the crew were nice enough, but the captain confused him and along with her brother they seemed like two of a kind. He couldn’t help but be curious himself, but if she caught him…. The boy shook the thoughts from his head. He was no master, but he knew his way pretty well around his own spells.
\tThe rest of the day went relatively peacefully for the crew and Carl. The night was no different either, however Carl found himself uncomfortable in the meager hammock he was given. The entire crew, save for the captain and first mate who had their own cabins, slept in one, cramped room. Unable to sleep, Carl carefully hopped out of his hammock and stowed himself in the galley. Only one patron remained, the swabby, and he was passed out drunk.
\tThe warlock tucked himself into one corner and began a quiet chant, and seconds later a fiery eye sprung into existence before him as his own eyes closed. The fiery eye glanced around the galley quickly before it zoomed off toward the upper deck. There was always a helmsman and a lookout awake, but the former was seated against the railing while the latter was too high up to bother looking at the deck. Free to roam, the eye scoured every part of the ship it could reach and even went as far as to hover around the outside of the ship. There were indeed windows to the captain’s cabin, but there was something oddly reflective about them that wouldn’t allow Carl to see in. Some kind of enchantment or gnomish device he figured. Either way, the only two places he hadn’t been were the two cabins.
\tBoth doors to the cabins started above deck and were seated right next to each other. Whenever assistance was required, crewmen were told to rap on the first mate’s door to get his attention before anyone else. Any knocking on the captain’s door would be ignored. Of course, Carl had no intention of knocking, and with a deep breath his eye pushed against her door. Locked.
\tCarl held back a frustrated swear. The eye was intangible to a degree, but it couldn’t go through walls or doors. Having exhausted most of his options, Carl decided to try a push against the first mate’s door. To his surprise, the door had been left unlocked. The door led into a fairly long hallway with a second door at its end, and apparently even that door was left unlocked in case of emergency.
\tThe door didn’t make a sound as it opened just enough for Carl to see in. The first mate’s cabin wasn’t much to look at. A small bed sat at one corner, the first mate sleeping soundly within its sheets, with a small table next to it. A larger table sat at its center covered with a number of food and beverage items. All in all there wasn’t much decor, and just as Carl was about to dismiss his spell the eye caught an odd crease in the floorboards beneath one corner of a rugged rug. Curiosity overtook him as the eye floated into the room itself and over to the crease. A gentle nudge of the rug revealed a trapdoor beneath it, and with some maneuvering the eye was able to force it upward and slip beneath it without a sound.
\tThe passage was completely unlit, but the flames of the eye cast a small amount of light along it. Nothing appeared special, but the passage was just barely tall enough for a human to stand comfortably. The eye floated along until it found an identical trapdoor at the opposite end, and without hesitation the eye pushed it upward. The room it led into was far more lavishly-furnished, and in terms of size it was far bigger. A long set of windows would have allowed the moonlight in, though a series of crimson curtains were drawn to block it out. The trapdoor itself pushed up a corner of a lavish rug of many colors, and at its center was a massive, sturdy table. Despite how fancy the room was, all in all it was rather messy as well. Coins and papers were scattered about the room’s floor, and most of the wall hangings were either ripped or cast to the floor. A sizeable, four-poster bed was in one corner as well, and it appeared as if most of the sheets had been thrown off.
Snoring could be heard from the bed’s center, but Carl hesitated to move. The trapdoor would close if he left, and it was tough enough to open one again with just an eyeball. Still, he knew he was in the captain’s cabin, and all he’d have to do was dismiss the spell anyway. Slowly he moved the eye out of the trapdoor, but he kept it below the mattress line for a long moment before peering up over its edge.
At its center lay the worgeness captain still in her worgen form, completely nude, and snoring as loud as can be. Carl hadn’t ever thought much about worgen women before, but at that moment he couldn’t help but find the captain strikingly beautiful. Her mane and fur were rather unkempt, but the deep gray fur was in stark contrast to the crimson bed cover. Her body was well-toned after having been sailing Azeroth’s seas for as long as she had, but it was clear she kept herself well-fed as well. Her furred breasts heaved with every snore, and by Carl’s guess they had to be maybe half the size of his basketball-sized floating eye.
A sudden disruption in her snoring caused Carl to drop below the bed’s line, but as it returned to normal it rose back up. She’d rolled onto her side facing away from him, and once again Carl marveled at the sizeable curve of her curvaceous rear. As taken as he was with her, what caught his eye most was an oddity among her fur. Between her thighs, her fur seemed exceptionally matted, and the longer he looked, he noticed a small, slightly white-colored trail trickle from between her legs and down her lower rear thigh.
She’d mated? But none of the crew were allowed in there, he thought. The passage had to mean something though, of course, and Carl was no idiot. Sure, the passage could have been for simple strategic meetings with her brother, but after seeing this he couldn’t think of another possibility. Here, he had to consider whether this was worth reporting to the crew. He had suspicion, but there was no legitimate proof he could offer, and his mission was to see if she had a human form anyway which he hadn’t discovered.
A second disruption in her snoring was enough to spook Carl into ending his spell. His breathing was heavy as he checked the galley around him to see the swabby still asleep in his seat. If nothing else, Carl had his route, and as he climbed back into his hammock he realized he had to keep a careful eye on the captain and that pocketwatch tomorrow.
* * * * * 3
\tMorning came all too soon for Carl, and before he knew it he was running all over the ship fetching materials and delivering the captain’s orders. Captain Ashton seemed to take little more notice of Carl than she usually did, so he had to savely figure she hadn’t noticed the eye the night before.
\tIt wasn’t until about midday during one of the young warlock’s many trips below deck that the sound of, “CARL!” met his ears. Krig charged through one of the ship’s many doors, yanked the boy back above deck by the scruff of his robe, and pointed toward the captain. “Watch!”
\tSure enough, she was looking at that black pocketwatch, and in a panic Carl ran back down into the galley, found a corner, and cast his spell as quickly as he could. The eye zoomed back above deck just in time to watch the captain’s cabin door close behind her. The rest of the crew watched the eye with interest, but none interfered with it. Apparently Krig had informed them all of the plan beforehand. Either way, the eye pushed open the first mate’s door, much to everyone’s surprise, though all at once everyone began to look around for first mate Jexon Ashton. The worgen was nowhere to be found.
\tCarl’s eye recklessly pushed its way into the first mate’s cabin and stopped short. To his surprise, the trapdoor was just closing as the first mate himself was stepping into it. Taking his risky chance, Carl’s eye darted in behind him just before it closed. In the passage the worgen held a small, light-giving gem in his hand, which in turn happened to outshine the flames of the eye.
\tJexon was completely oblivious of the eye as it followed him, and moments later he climbed up into his sister’s room. The eye darted in just behind him before the door shut, and suddenly Carl realized he had no hiding spot. Focus shifting, the eye shot upward at lightning speed and buried itself between a set of books on a high bookshelf. The vantage point gave him a good view of the rest of the room. To his surprise as well Jexon was nowhere to be seen anymore, the captain had not yet arrived, and any light that could have been in the room was gone. The curtains were drawn and the candles had been snuffed, and all seemed dead quiet.
\tIt was several very long moments before the door to the cabin creaked open, and from the hallway behind it a tall, well-proportioned human woman entered the room. Carl had never seen this particular member of the crew before, or so he thought. Deep green eyes seemed almost frightened as they searched the black room, though her eyes seemed almost fierce when coupled with her fiery locks of ginger hair that cascaded halfway down her back. Her cheeks were freckled and her skin seemed well-tanned from life at sea, though her clothing appeared to be a meager set of rags that hang loosely from her shoulders and waist. It was just enough to cover what counted, but it did little to hide the much paler skin along the sides of her breasts and hips. All in all it was quite the attractive outfit.
\tThe woman carefully closed the door behind her. “H-hello?” she called in a gentle, melodious voice. “Anybody home?”
\tCarl almost wanted to reply despite how silly the thought was. His curiosity was stoked with confusion now. The young woman stepped further into the room slowly, and out of the corner of Carl’s vision a pair of glowing, yellow eyes lit up in one corner of the dark room. The woman continued to move, and without warning the yellow eyes shot forward at lightning speed. Carl’s eye adjusted enough for him to realize the yellow eyes were Jexon, and before the woman could react he had her by the throat in one, clawed hand. Jexon rumbled and growled like a feral beast as he lifted her into the air several inches as she struggled to break free, though he made no other immediate move aside from intently inspecting her fearful eyes. “Intruder,” he growled angrily and tossed her to the wood floor. “You will pay for your crimes, bitch!”
\tShe cried out in terror as she was dropped to the floor and looked back at him shakily. “P-please! I’ll leave!”
\tA toothy, evil-looking grin spread across the worgen’s face. “It’s too late for that. You’re mine now.” Jexon reached down and grabbed her by her left ankle. She cried out and attempted to scramble away, but he seemed far too strong to resist as he began to drag her toward the bed. She clawed at the floor in vain, but as he was just about to fling her onto the bed she lunged at him with a high-pitched cry. She grabbed for his fur to resist, but in turn his claws came out, and the two became a blur of flying claws and limbs. Carl felt he should do something -the woman seemed awful helpless after all- but after about a minute of this struggle he realized there was no blood or open wounds despite the worgen’s claws appearing to rake at her.
\tHer rags were quickly shredded to leave her nude as she struggled against him, but there was no resisting the powerful first mate. Before long he had her pinned on her back, and with a growl his muzzle shot for her neck as if to bite down. She cried out despite the clear lack of blood, but almost instantly her entire body seemed to waver. Her limbs seemed to change in shape and color, and her body appeared to grow even more curvaceous until the woman was entirely gone, replaced by a female worgen beneath him. It was none other Thora Ashton herself, pinned nude beneath her own brother.
* * * * * 4
\tJexon snarled above her and appeared to size up the ‘new’ worgeness up and down with some satisfaction. “Like I said. You’re mine, and there’s nothing you can fucking do about it, bitch.”
\tThe worgeness continued to struggle beneath him, but he had the leverage on her. Losing strength, Thora merely whimpered like a scared pup. “Please… don’t hurt me,” she echoed. Her voice was much more gravelly again.
\t“Shut up!” he cried and suddenly stood up, yanked her upward, and threw her over the foot of the bed. She rolled onto her back and watched him wide-eyed as he calmly unbuckled his belt. “Get back on your belly if you know what’s good for you, bitch,” he hissed as he dropped his leggings to the floor. There was no underwear to hold back the worgen’s cock as it stood prominently before him. It was not overly long, but even in the darkness Carl could tell it shined bright red much like a feral canine’s cock. His knot was not yet swollen, but he was fully erect as he stared at his own sister.
\tThora seemed to grow more confident and defiant as she looked at him, though her eyes clearly settled upon his cock. “Fuck you! Let me go!”
\t“In that order, maybe,” he cocked back. Suddenly he was upon her as a second struggle broke out between them. Claws flew every which way and disheveled the sheets beneath them, and with a few forceful grabs Jexon had Thora back onto her belly with her hands held behind her back and her plump posterior prominently pushed into the air. Jexon took his chance and shucked himself of the rest of his garments to leave himself as nude as she was. She never stopped struggling and began to protest once more, but her words were cut short and morphed into a painful yelp as Jexon shoved his hips against hers with reckless abandon. His red-hot cock jabbed against her inner thigh in an attempt to reach her pussy. “Hold fucking still!” he hissed and hunched over her further until he was on the balls of his feet, and once again he jabbed his hips forward. Her struggling made for another miss, and in anger he wildly pumped his hips without much care for aim. He knew he’d hit his mark eventually, and he didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry.
\t“Bastard!” Thora spat and attempted to squeeze her thighs together to keep him out, but his sharply-tapered cock was more painful than she could handle, and he tended to hit open air more with her legs more widely-spread. It wasn’t until about the thirtieth thrust that the almost-feral worgen’s cock buried itself deep inside his sister’s pussy, her yelp this time melting into something of a moan-howl hybrid. Her head arched upward as she howled, but her brother’s clawed hand came down to shove it against the bed as he began to thrust properly. His cock became something of an intermittent blur as it disappeared and reappeared, though it never fully left his sister’s pussy. Each thrust caused his pair of hefty, furred balls to swing wildly, the orbs themselves seeming to hang lower than a normal human’s would. Thrust after thrust found him even deeper inside her, and it didn’t seem long before his knot clearly began to swell.
\t“Yeah, that’s my good little fucking bitch,” he cooed as he leaned over her. “Take my fucking cock,” he hissed as he grazed his teeth over her furred shoulder. Despite the forcefulness, the worgeness seemed to revel in his touch, and her efforts to maintain her fearful exterior were nearly overwhelmed by her pleasure. The two were fucking like wild animals might to be sure, and in turn his thrusting suddenly ground to a halt. His cock was fully buried inside her, and his knot had swollen and sealed off any chance of pulling out.
\tThora almost seemed to purr as she attempted to arch her own back, though her brother had her too well-pinned to get very far. “Mmmh! No!” she attempted to cry, though her words were drowned out by another moan as his clawed hand left her head to smack her ass viciously. The movement did little to silence her though as she continued to moan louder with the swollen knot in her pussy.
\tJexon did his best to keep collected, but as soon as he was stuck his eyes began to flutter closed. The smack against his sister’s ass seemed to cause her to tighten around him, and before he knew what was happening his body was rocked with a vicious climax. Deep inside her his cum flooded her womb with no possible way to escape, and as waves of pleasure hit him his knees buckled helplessly. The worgen fell onto his sister writhing in pleasure and unable to dislodge his canine manhood, but the worgeness was quick to try and reach up to grab him and hold him in place atop her. She, too, was racked with her own quivering climax, though by the time his was over she was still moaning through her delightful waves.
\tIt wasn’t until both of them came to their senses that the truth came out. Jexon and Thora did their best to make eye contact, and with mutual smiles they pressed their muzzles together lovingly. The worgeness clung to her brother for dear life and refused to let him go until his knot finally began to shrink. His softening flesh left her with a slicked little ‘pop’, and a small waterfall of his cum began to flow from between her legs to soak the bed sheets below them.
* * * * * 5
\tCarl knew he’d been watching for far longer than he needed to, but he found himself utterly entranced by their relationship. The shock had faded into a curiosity that he’d never explored before, although he had never had siblings of his own. Both worgen readjusted themselves until their heads were on the cushioned pillows, and wrapped in each others’ arms, the two kissed tenderly and absently caressed and groped each others’ bodies. It was a far more tender experience than what had transpired before.
\t“Apologies, Thora. Still working on my dirty talk,” Jexon spoke softly with a sheepish grin and a thick Gilnean accent.
\tThe captain returned the remark with a gravelly giggle and stroked his cheek. “Ever-progressing. You’re much better than you used to be at least. How was mine?” Her accent was just as intense, though the both of them sounded much higher-class than their prior actions would have implied.
\tJexon chuckled deeply. “You get lost after a while. Your fear is getting better too, though.” Thora almost seemed to purr as she nuzzled his neck wordlessly. Silence ensued for several long moments, and Carl was just about to dismiss his spell when the first mate piped up again. “How long must we keep this up, hmm?”
\tThora’s now-yellow eyes seemed to sadden at the remark. “Why must you ask me this so often?”
\tJexon frowned and squeezed his sister. “I’m just sick of the secrecy. I love you, and so what if your crew knew it at least?”
\tHer visage hardened at this. “They have little more to do on the ocean than gossip. They’d do the same at port, and if Uncle Greymane ever found out about us we’d lose everything. You know as well as I do how cold he can be.”
\tThe first mate sighed softly. “You’re not wrong,” he submitted.
\tThora remained intense. “Can you not simply accept the peace we have? This is a paradise compared to what Gilneas once offered us.”
\tJexon was silent for a long moment as he considered this. “You’re not wrong,” he repeated. “I just…”
\tShe tenderly silenced him with a soft kiss. “I love you too,” she assured him and slipped a hand beneath the sheets. Carl had been entranced once more by their conversation, and in turn he found himself unable to look away from the pair of naked worgen. Another few minutes passed until Captain Thora leaned over to her bed table, turned on a small gas lantern, and reached for a second pocketwatch on her nightstand. This one was steel-gray with the insignia of Gilneas plainly on it. “We shouldn’t tarry much longer. The crew could wonder.”
\tThe first mate leaned over to spoon his sister softly and kiss the nape of her neck. “Will I see you tonight?”
\tThora frowned as she rose from the bed. “We shall see what the tides bring. If the weather is clear, maybe.”
\tJexon seemed rather subdued as he got up himself, and as he was about to grab his cast-away garments when he appeared to freeze in mid-movement. As enamored as Carl had been with Thora, he hadn’t paid much mind to the first mate until the male began to approach the bookshelf his eye was perched upon. Before Carl knew it, the worgen’s claw was wrapped around the eye with a deep growl, and in a burst of fright he dismissed the spell and clung to his little corner in terror, breathing heavily.
\tThe ship seemed overly quiet right then and there. Even the creaking and the rocking of the sea seemed quiet. Carl couldn’t even find the strength to move. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, a gravelly, female voice rang out far above deck. “WHERE’S THE WARLOCK!?”
\tThe thundering sound of footsteps headed below deck was deafening, and before Carl could fully come to his senses a handful of crewmen had their hands on him. Within moments they’d dragged him above deck and plopped him right in front of Captain Ashton, now fully-dressed, albeit somewhat sloppily. A timid glance upward showed the worgeness to be livid. Far angrier than he’d seen her yet. The crew all whispered to one-another all at once, but nobody made a move to come to the boy’s rescue. Not even Krig.
\tThe captain said nothing else, rather she fiercely grabbed the boy by his hair. As painful as it was, Carl dared not to make a move against her as she dragged him past her own cabin’s door. The door led into a similar hallway as her brother’s, and to Carl’s surprise she even dragged him through the second door into her private quarters and tossed him onto the floor. “SIT!” she commanded angrily, though Carl couldn’t bring himself to chuckle at the irony.
\tThe warlock sat on the carpeted floor and timidly looked up. Thora was pacing angrily back and forth as her brother sat upon the edge of the bed and glared at the boy. They were going to kill him, Carl figured, and nobody would be any the wiser. The siblings were powerful, and even if he could escape he knew they’d track him down before he could get to shore, let alone civilization. “S...s-s-s-,” he tried to muster in apology.
\t“Shut up!” the captain shot back, and the boy went quiet yet again. Her pacing continued without so much as a minor misstep or hesitation. Her steps were calculated, and her focus on them was probably the only thing keeping the boy alive.
\tIt was the first mate who spoke first. “Boy, what the fuck were you thinking?” he asked bluntly in a slightly-less-angry tone.
\t“I… I was asked by the crew! I’m s-sorry sir! Ma’am!” Carl blurted fearfully.
\tThora’s pacing grew angrier at this, though she kept quiet as her brother talked. “Tell me how long you were watching, boy.” Carl hesitated for a brief moment and considered how truthful he should be. “Speak or die, knave!”
\t“From the beginning!” Carl cried. “I mean, the eye followed you into the room, sir!
\tThe captain suddenly halted and turned to her brother. “What!? Were you so careless!?”
\tJexon seemed to lose intensity at this, and all he could offer her was a helpless shrug. She resumed her pacing with even more intensity. The claws on her bare feet were leaving marks in the wood and carpet at this point. The more-subdued first mate turned back to the boy. “It would seem we’ve made a few undo-able mistakes this day. All of us. Like it or not, boy, you’re a part of this now, too. We don’t want to kill you-.”
\t“Don’t we!?” the captain added in with a mix of anger and surprise. “No one would miss a measly cabin boy!”
\tIt was Jexon’s turn to harden. “We don’t kill the young. You know this, and I will not waver from this conviction whether you like it or not, sister.” Another turn back to Carl. “Maybe we can work out something more beneficial for all of us.”
\tCarl swallowed hard. “Anything, sir. I really don’t wanna die.”
\t“I don’t blame you,” Jexon added and looked to his sister. “He’s the only one who’s ever found us out. Maybe he can at least be someone we can talk to about… this,” he suggested and gestured between himself and his sister.
\tThora’s eyes went wide. “You can’t be serious.”
\tJexon shrugged. “Doesn’t it ever bother you? The secrecy? Hell, he can be an outlet.”
\t“He’s barely even a man!” she cried and pointed toward the warlock. “Look at him! Does he look trustworthy to you!?”
\tThe first mate shrugged. “Anyone’s trustworthy if they’re fearful enough, and the boy looks like he could piss himself at the drop of a hat.”
\tCarl nodded quickly. He felt no shame in acting pathetic if it spared him.
\tCaptain Ashton seemed to shrink a bit at her brother’s suggestion and looked between him and Carl several times before letting out an angry scoff. “Fine. Take him as a confidant and see what fucking happens.” She turned to Carl, grabbed him by the scruff of his robes, and lifted him into the air. “If I find out that any other member of the crew knows of anything you saw, I will not hesitate to remove you and whoever you told from this ship permanently. Are we clear?”
\tAnother hasty nod. “Y-yes ma’am!”
\tShe dropped him unceremoniously and glared at her brother before exiting her own cabin angrily. Silence settled over the cabin for a long moment before Jexon let out a soft sigh and turned back to Carl. “Get out,” was all he said.
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