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(Trigger warning for implied animal/character? abuse.)

Everyone loves Rose.

Rose is the sweetest flower aboard the Compass, such a nice lass who cares so much for her fellow crew, always making sure everything’s in working order, always willing to listen to others’ problems, always there right when you need her. Funny about that, how she always seems to know. And she’s quite a competent fighter, too! They say she had a whole lot of experience from her time before joining the Navy.

... Although, sometimes it seems that she enjoys the fight a little... too much...

Rose’s Revenge - 983 word excerpt from One Siren’s Soul

I stepped back, my hand darting for the defensive charms stored in my belt. Acharya was faster. She grabbed my wrists, twisting my arms behind me, kicking the backs of my shins to force me to kneel. A jolt of pain sparked up my form as my knees struck the floorboards, my wince drawing tears. Rough rope was tightly looped around my hands, knotted with more strength than I could hope to break, biting into my skin with splintered strands.

She ripped back my hood, slipping around to crouch in front of me with a grin bared in malice. The dagger between her teeth removed to threaten my throat, the woman’s gaze taunting.

“A-aw, unfortunately for you, I learn from my mistakes.”

May 7th, 1716

I write this just as the Hydrangea pulls into port at the small outpost of Hake Point, presumably to restock on supplies before heading off for an alternate destination. The crew has been unusually respectful as of late, distancing themselves more than I predicted. Though I understand that someone’s first experience with witnessing magic can be quite daunting, this level of apprehension was not what I had expected. The silence has been pleasant, however, and I intend to take full advantage of this in the coming days.

As for my other plans… I am uncertain. There is still the requirement to obtain the ingredients for Wysote’s spell, yet even if the siren did not leave Port D’Errance, I could not return so shortly after being discovered by the Royal Navy. That woman, Phoenix Solarin… Her name is not familiar, although it seems she knows of me. Or, perhaps more specifically, knows of the reward for my capture. Wysote has not inquired why we had left with such haste, but his eyes reveal his questions.

My own reveal my identity. Hence why I wear the hood.

He has not realized who I am, but Wysote does not realize many things easily. It still does not fail to surprise me that he is a pirate. His innocence, his optimism, his humour… his compassion. He acts as though I am not the terrible monster I am. Of course, it is impossible that he knows of my true identity, so he has no reason to believe the contrary.

What will occur when he does? Why is it I hold concern for his perception of me? Many fear me for what I have done, for what I am. I would rather keep it that way. Yet… I would also rather he not discover what others know.

I have been contemplating… things. After his curse is cured, perhaps Wysote and I... we cou

Barking.

I placed the pen in the crease of my journal to mark the page, setting the book down to the side.

Wysote was outside of the range of my translation spell. All I could hear was the barking of a dog, the sound warped from filtering down through the deck of the schooner. I lifted myself to my feet, placing a hand on the ceiling and leaning low to avoid banging my head. Wysote did not usually create this much of a ruckus. On the contrary, once he had recognized I was the only one who could understand him, he had virtually stopped speaking in front of anyone else. So what had provoked him?

Although… I would expect it to be masked by sounds of the crew at work. Above deck, everything was quiet but for Wysote’s clamor.

Thud. The barking cut short. A whine replaced it.

My breath caught in my throat. I lunged for the doorknob, but the door whipped open before I could reach it.

A Navy officer stood in the open doorway, her wide, unsettling smirk framed by charcoal hair pulled back in a long braid. Her black eyes glittered as she raised a curved jambiya towards me, the blade shining rose gold.

“Nikolaeva… Been a while, huh?” Rose Acharya. A well known and successful bounty hunter, one of the few that had almost captured me. I was not aware she was now with the Royal Navy.

I stepped back, my hand darting for the defensive charms stored in my belt. Acharya was faster. She grabbed my wrists, twisting my arms behind me, kicking the backs of my shins to force me to kneel. A jolt of pain sparked up my form as my knees struck the floorboards, my wince drawing tears. Rough rope was tightly looped around my hands, knotted with more strength than I could hope to break, biting into my skin with splintered strands.

She ripped back my hood, slipping around to crouch in front of me with a grin bared in malice. The dagger between her teeth removed to threaten my throat, the woman’s gaze taunting.

“A-aw, unfortunately for you, I learn from my mistakes.” I narrowed my eyes, snarling silently. She cocked a brow, tilting her head. “I was expecting a bit more sass. What, cat got your tongue? Or, well, should I say… dog?” I could not prevent the falter in my expression. She giggled, her mirth evoking a virulent hatred deep within me. That curse was meant for scum like you. She bounced to her feet, kicking me roughly in the side as she sheathed her blade.

“Up! Captain wants you up on deck, lucky you!” I resentfully, loathfully did as she demanded, my glare caustic. She lifted an open palm in front of me to prevent me from continuing forward, her smile infuriating. “Now, now. I’m smarter than that.” I closed my eyes in a sigh, wincing as the weight of the belt left my waist. My spells, my materials, my compass, cast to the side like nothing more than rubbish.

“See, here’s the thing about you witches. You’re all high and mighty with your magicy nonsense, but the moment you take that away?” She stepped back, withdrawing the spell tome after a quick frisk through my cloak’s pockets. My eyes flickered open at this. That book was worth far more than she could ever comprehend. “You’re weak. Pathetic. All that dependence on magic cripples you physically--compared to me, you’re no stronger than a babe.”

She caught my gaze with a wink, bending down to pick up my journal as well. With a flick of her braid, she swiveled around behind me--I barely caught my balance from her harsh shove forward.

My eyes were kept pinned to the floor as my boots hit the slanted ladder. The inconsistent spacing of the worn-down rungs reflected the chaos of fears in my mind, before the sunlight above stole my sight.

And yes, I may have gone the cliché route of showing a character’s not-goodness by having them kick a dog. Sorry.

I’m also sorry to Colin. He did not deserve this. Dione, on the other hand...

Anyways, look at all those mysterious spoilers! There’s a siren at Port D’Errance! Dione is having... thoughts... about Colin! and her. Rose was a bounty hunter? Rose knows Dione??? Also... Rose seems rather confused about a certain sea witch’s lack of talking. Hm!

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