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Captain Starling was agitated for days. Her crew had noticed her mysterious smiles and excited trillings, and they knew their Captain well enough that they knew she was on something fun, lucrative, and dangerous. And they all were game for it, whatever she would come up with – as always.

Finally, one evening, she called all the officers into her cabin to inform them about her plans.

In the candle-lit gloom, she smiled demonically at them from behind an ancient sea chart the navigator had not seen before. „Guys, I found it!“ she triumphantly exclaimed while hammering her delicate finger on a spot on the map. „This, my friends, is the Isle of Dread, where the legendary Pirate Armada of the First Age hid their loot after they sacked the ancient port city of Inverneth of the Elven Empire.“

„But …“ the quartermaster started to object.

„… the traps, you want to say. Right?“ the Captain finished the sentence for him.

He shook his head, „Not only them, Captain.“

She smiled sheepishly. „I am sure you know the tavern rumors about me, Rushmore.“ Not taking away her fingertip from the Isle of Dread on the sea chart.

The towering quartermaster stirred uneasily in his chair before stammering, „I would never partake in such rumormongering, my Captain.“

She gave a hearty chuckle. „Come down, big boy. I am not accusing you of partaking in them, only claiming that you surely know of them, right?“

He nodded, „Aye, Captain!“

„What if I tell you that they are not so far from the truth and that the ‚curse‘ you are referring to should, therefore, not be an issue.“

Instantly the cabin froze; the silence was so heavy that the flickering of the candle flame was hearable.

The silence was broken eventually when the navigator needed to tap the boatswain on the back to prevent him from suffocating on his huge sip of wine that he had taken before the revelation.

„Bite my ass!“ the quartermaster finally said, „Don’t tell me you are really a bloody elven princess, Captain!“

„Your ass is too hairy for my tastes, Rush, and after all, this behavior would not be suitable for a princess anyway, wouldn’t it?“ she smirked.

„That’s mean, Captain, it’s my parents’ fault!“ the hulking quartermaster complained playfully.

„I know; the same parents whose fault it is that you are hung like a bull with the stamina of an ox,“ she teased the minotaur, which made his mates chuckle.

„Anyway, if any of you ever call me princess, I ask you for a dance – a dance of swords. Understood?“

„Aye, Captain!“ the officers hollered.

„Now, let’s discuss my plan, boys.“

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Rendered in Iray with DAZ studio 4.21 and a bit of postwork in Photoshop.

Description

Captain Starling was agitated for days. Her crew had noticed her mysterious smiles and excited trillings, and they knew their Captain well enough that they knew she was on something fun, lucrative, and dangerous. And they all were game for it, whatever she would come up with – as always.

Finally, one evening, she called all the officers into her cabin to inform them about her plans.

In the candle-lit gloom, she smiled demonically at them from behind an ancient sea chart the navigator had not seen before. „Guys, I found it!“ she triumphantly exclaimed while hammering her delicate finger on a spot on the map. „This, my friends, is the Isle of Dread, where the legendary Pirate Armada of the First Age hid their loot after they sacked the ancient port city of Inverneth of the Elven Empire.“

„But …“ the quartermaster started to object.

„… the traps, you want to say. Right?“ the Captain finished the sentence for him.

He shook his head, „Not only them, Captain.“

She smiled sheepishly. „I am sure you know the tavern rumors about me, Rushmore.“ Not taking away her fingertip from the Isle of Dread on the sea chart.

The towering quartermaster stirred uneasily in his chair before stammering, „I would never partake in such rumormongering, my Captain.“

She gave a hearty chuckle. „Come down, big boy. I am not accusing you of partaking in them, only claiming that you surely know of them, right?“

He nodded, „Aye, Captain!“

„What if I tell you that they are not so far from the truth and that the ‚curse‘ you are referring to should, therefore, not be an issue.“

Instantly the cabin froze; the silence was so heavy that the flickering of the candle flame was hearable.

The silence was broken eventually when the navigator needed to tap the boatswain on the back to prevent him from suffocating on his huge sip of wine that he had taken before the revelation.

„Bite my ass!“ the quartermaster finally said, „Don’t tell me you are really a bloody elven princess, Captain!“

„Your ass is too hairy for my tastes, Rush, and after all, this behavior would not be suitable for a princess anyway, wouldn’t it?“ she smirked.

„That’s mean, Captain, it’s my parents’ fault!“ the hulking quartermaster complained playfully.

„I know; the same parents whose fault it is that you are hung like a bull with the stamina of an ox,“ she teased the minotaur, which made his mates chuckle.

„Anyway, if any of you ever call me princess, I ask you for a dance – a dance of swords. Understood?“

„Aye, Captain!“ the officers hollered.

„Now, let’s discuss my plan, boys.“

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Rendered in Iray with DAZ studio 4.21 and a bit of postwork in Photoshop.