The sea was like the darkest bluest ink one could write with. Its vibrant colors would glisten various shades of pink on the finest wood from the finest ship, which at the time was dubbed the Dofflin. The Dofflin was a german born ship sailing the ancient seas of Greece on an unforgivable trade route that specialized in storage and shipment of spices. Led by Captain and Husband Aredos, the crew felt peaceful in a hostile world.
Docia was always on board as Aredos' not-so-faithful wife. Usually making time to sleep with disheartened sailors, she always would return to Aredos with a gentle touch. "Are we ready to depart, my dearest?" Her voice flowed like milk and honey. Deep within the bowels of the large docked ship she stood. Beside her was a map-studious Aredos captain within his chair plotting the course.
"Soon, Doe. We make way for a special shipment, and we have to be sure to avoid a sea raid." The sailor stood to his feet, making sure to take Docia in his arms and kiss her once gently. "We have imported salt from the red sea, and it's precious cargo for the buyer on the other side."
With a soft blush on her face, the wedded couple made way to the top of the deck where sailors were prepped and ready to depart the docks of Thermopalaye. "SAILORS! DEPART!" Aredos shouted behind the wheel and the crew members dropped sails. Rushed footsteps danced across the wood floor like music, Docia thought. Oh how she loved the sounds of music.
On the ocean one can taste salt, but today the ocean smelled different. Docia couldn't put her finger on it. The wind was calm, and the ship sailed smoothly and surely. Usually she would prance on the deck and talk to the crew to enlighten their spirits. "Someone with your strength is surely taken~" She winked playfully at a sailor who was tying knots. Aredos the husband knew her efforts were solely the reason for such happy crewmates, and as a husband who puts work first he didn't mind her efforts with other men in the slightest.
She moved down to the decks after an evening of play, and found one sailor tucked away quietly smelling of booze. A lazy one.! Doe huffed and snarled at the drunkard who made eye contact at her entry. "Ey' maid, you might be the type to clean my stick, understand?" The man hiccuped. Without a second hesitation, Doe slapped the floor ridden man with nails extended, leaving a vile grouping of bloodied marks on his face. "Get back to work." She toothily ordered.
"Ey' bitch, you best listen." He stood to his feet, his hand covering the shame of her mark. "I'll-" An interruption! Another strike from Doe! And the man fell to the floor, leaving Doe to walk to her cabin like a suggestive daint.
The night grew dim, and soon Aredos came to bed. The two lovers caressed each other, and spoke sweet nothings for a few moments before sleeping. After acts deeded, the two fell asleep sound and warm.
"FIRE!" "FIRE!" A voice cried out in the night, and the sounds of cannons woke the lovers to a panic. "Go!" Doe shoved her husband out of bed, and he stumbled to get clothes on and onwards to the deck.
Her ankles we up in water, the ship was going down. She knew it in her heart.
Looking to the foggy cabin window, she saw a pirate ship with cannons armed at her and the crew. The one barrel directly across from her window went off, and she screamed as the cannonball flew through the wood wall in a blaze of shrapnel.
Darkness, then when vision returned she awoke clinging to a plank of wood amidst a sinking ship. The screams of sailors was held from only a few living. 'gift, child' the voice spoke. And then a crystal appeared on the surface of the water. The crystal was solid white, except for a strange black ice center. Floating inches from her fingertips, the crystal chilled the water to a very low temperature causing feint crystallization of the ocean.
Docia Makos grabbed the crystal regardless of the voice she heard within her ears. She let out a scream, feeling her mind was being stripped away from her body. And instantly she froze without consciousness.
Slowly and with a look of fear, she sunk to the depths of the ocean, frozen within a shell of ice.
Docia was always on board as Aredos' not-so-faithful wife. Usually making time to sleep with disheartened sailors, she always would return to Aredos with a gentle touch. "Are we ready to depart, my dearest?" Her voice flowed like milk and honey. Deep within the bowels of the large docked ship she stood. Beside her was a map-studious Aredos captain within his chair plotting the course.
"Soon, Doe. We make way for a special shipment, and we have to be sure to avoid a sea raid." The sailor stood to his feet, making sure to take Docia in his arms and kiss her once gently. "We have imported salt from the red sea, and it's precious cargo for the buyer on the other side."
With a soft blush on her face, the wedded couple made way to the top of the deck where sailors were prepped and ready to depart the docks of Thermopalaye. "SAILORS! DEPART!" Aredos shouted behind the wheel and the crew members dropped sails. Rushed footsteps danced across the wood floor like music, Docia thought. Oh how she loved the sounds of music.
On the ocean one can taste salt, but today the ocean smelled different. Docia couldn't put her finger on it. The wind was calm, and the ship sailed smoothly and surely. Usually she would prance on the deck and talk to the crew to enlighten their spirits. "Someone with your strength is surely taken~" She winked playfully at a sailor who was tying knots. Aredos the husband knew her efforts were solely the reason for such happy crewmates, and as a husband who puts work first he didn't mind her efforts with other men in the slightest.
She moved down to the decks after an evening of play, and found one sailor tucked away quietly smelling of booze. A lazy one.! Doe huffed and snarled at the drunkard who made eye contact at her entry. "Ey' maid, you might be the type to clean my stick, understand?" The man hiccuped. Without a second hesitation, Doe slapped the floor ridden man with nails extended, leaving a vile grouping of bloodied marks on his face. "Get back to work." She toothily ordered.
"Ey' bitch, you best listen." He stood to his feet, his hand covering the shame of her mark. "I'll-" An interruption! Another strike from Doe! And the man fell to the floor, leaving Doe to walk to her cabin like a suggestive daint.
The night grew dim, and soon Aredos came to bed. The two lovers caressed each other, and spoke sweet nothings for a few moments before sleeping. After acts deeded, the two fell asleep sound and warm.
"FIRE!" "FIRE!" A voice cried out in the night, and the sounds of cannons woke the lovers to a panic. "Go!" Doe shoved her husband out of bed, and he stumbled to get clothes on and onwards to the deck.
Her ankles we up in water, the ship was going down. She knew it in her heart.
Looking to the foggy cabin window, she saw a pirate ship with cannons armed at her and the crew. The one barrel directly across from her window went off, and she screamed as the cannonball flew through the wood wall in a blaze of shrapnel.
Darkness, then when vision returned she awoke clinging to a plank of wood amidst a sinking ship. The screams of sailors was held from only a few living. 'gift, child' the voice spoke. And then a crystal appeared on the surface of the water. The crystal was solid white, except for a strange black ice center. Floating inches from her fingertips, the crystal chilled the water to a very low temperature causing feint crystallization of the ocean.
Docia Makos grabbed the crystal regardless of the voice she heard within her ears. She let out a scream, feeling her mind was being stripped away from her body. And instantly she froze without consciousness.
Slowly and with a look of fear, she sunk to the depths of the ocean, frozen within a shell of ice.
