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Vi stood at the bow of her ship ‘The Zaunite’ peering into the vastness set before her through the end of her spyglass searching for a speck to contrast the ongoing cerulean waters surrounding the vessel. The hum of chatter from her crew filled the air, Powder cheering on Ekko to see if he could win the relay set up to waste time; Mylo hurtling praises down from the crow’s nest with a sneak of snarkiness; Claggor’s deep chuckle mixing with the rest of the crew’s as they erupt into joy. Vi wasn’t paying attention to any of the joy she was missing out on, something irked her, she felt it in the depths of her gut: something was going to happen today.
The moment her brain settled on that very feeling, a speck did break the consistency of the ocean, the brown of the oncoming bow triggered her senses, sparking her muscles, her brain, her soul to react. The oncoming ship gained on the ocean hastily, they had the same mindset as Vi, becoming a greater and greater shape every extra second her crew stood idly.
“There’s a ship coming for us starboard side, men, man your stations, shit’s about to get bloody.” Vi barked at her crew grasping their joint attention. “Yes Captain!” They responded before entering a subdued thrum of sounds as they grabbed their preferred weapons. For Powder it was short-range firearms; Claggors was longer-range; Mylo liked projectiles: And Vi, she was an expert with swords.
The neighbouring ship was finally close enough to read the name inscribed on its side with white paint, ‘Progress’ that’s who they were about to face. Vi was quick-witted, she put together the grandness of the ship with its name, “They’re from Piltover.” She gasped out unsure of how her crew would stand up - Piltover was known for their strong fighters, skilled with weapons and as equally hand-to-hand.
Her crew was prepared to strike, she shook off her realisation, her intrigue however grew. What was a Piltovan ship doing this far away from the standard course? It didn’t matter, she was set to fight, to kill if needed, “ATTACK!!” She yells commanding her men. Some swung from ropes throwing themselves directly into action, the rest charging across once the plank was lowered connecting the two vessels.
Vi was last across, following her crew before jumping directly into the fight herself, swinging at anyone she didn’t recognise as her own, blood sprayed everywhere, bullets flew by heads contorting the air around them, screams of pain and agony joined the muddle of swords clashing in the air followed by the heavy thudding of their bodies against the solid wood deck - a few of her own included. Her crew, although much smaller in both numbers and appearance became the victors tying up those they did not slaughter, searching through those they did. “Yo, Cap, found one hiding from us!” Powder exclaimed, dragging out a body from the hull of the vessel. It was a younger figure, long hair nearing the same hues as the ocean around them. “Put ‘em with the rest Pow.” Vi instructed.
She leant down to the new captive multiple queries ran through her brain. She grabbed her chin lifting it up towards to meet her eyes. That’s when her irk returned, this was what was happening today.
Deep cerulean eyes meet her own sending waves of emotions she had not felt in years throughout her nervous system. It must have shown externally as before she could speak Claggor spoke up, “Hey Cap, you all goods? Or nah?” VI turned her head to face Claggors, her eyes deepening, filling with discontent, she did not answer him, “Untie this one, put her in my quarter and I will speak with her ” Vi’s accent richened on those last words. Her crew, or at least those left didn’t argue with her, picked up their new hostage as their captain ordered. “Right! Get all the loot you can off of this fucking ship, then sink it, I’m sick of seeing its shitting crew!” Anger growing in her throat. It was about to choke her out.
Vi marched off, her rage grew with each step she took, heading straight for her quarters. The sounds of cannons behind her smashing against the wooden side of ‘Progress’ sinking it after a few. She burst through her door, past Claggor who had brought their captive inside and was now guarding said door.
“Hey Cait.” She says, voice breaking.
“Hey Vi.” Caitlyn returned.