The Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead (Out of Placers, smut, romance, violence, femdom, pirates, drugs, fanfiction) by Teether
Chapter1
>The rays of the scorching sun reflect off the dark blue surface of the ocean, beaming over your eyes and bronze skin as you brush the sweat from your black hair and brow >You are Fetu, A strong, young, tall, muscular, fishermen whose family has casted nets in these waters for generations >Its hard but rewarding work, knowing that you are a life blood for the people of Val Salia >Your muscular body tenses as you tighten your grasp on the cast net of your small fishing boat >A small wake crashes into the side of the boat, spraying salty mist over your exposed body, naked except for a small loincloth >With all your might, you bring the net up into the boat, as a mountain of fish spill onto its deck, filling the air with the organic smell of the ocean floor >You lay back onto a pile of cast nets and take a drink of water from your canteen as you eyeball your total haul >You begin to feel the immense exhaustion reel through your muscles as your eyes begin to grow heavy >You prop yourself up and take a quick look around the ocean *Nobody for miles and I can still almost see the Val Salian coast >You breath a sigh of relief as you lay back down on your pile of nets, crossing your arms underneath your head *A 20 minute nap can’t hurt, no need to blow a muscle trying to row or sail back to shore >You close your eyes to the sounds of cawing seagulls circling overhead and flopping of hundreds of panicking fish *Can’t get much better than this
>Your shoved out of your dreams as a gigantic three-story military vessel slams sideways into your fishing boat >You jump up and start screaming at the giant ship towering over your own “Hey! Look where your fucking going! These are fishing waters dumbass, not military!” >You hear something that sounds like thousands of rats skittering around on wood rafters for a minute but nothing else “Did you fucking hear me? FISHING WATERS!!!!” >Silence >Suddenly a volley of grappling hooks launch over the deck of the three story boat and down into your own as they synch tight onto the rim of your deck “What the fuck?” >You glance over to the back end of the ship as you see the original title of the ship partially scraped off and another name crudely painted overtop in blood red, >The large bloody letters spell out “”S.S. Firehead” surrounded by large splashes of spilled paint smears and tiny red paw prints *Pirates >You try to look for your short sword amongst your bags as you hear clamoring and tiny shouts come from the deck of the S.S. Firehead >You look up to see yinglets pouring over the side of the ship, sliding down the grappling hook lines with various daggers and short spears >You quickly rub your eyes to make sure your not hallucinating *Scavs? In the middle of the fucking ocean? >The yinglets land onto your boat and you quickly turn back to your bags >You finally find the sword, pulling it from its sheath as you whip around to face the attackers >You’re immediately met with ten spear points held directly at your throat >”Drop ze blade human, we not ‘fraid to skewer you like fish” said a large, brown and grey, one-eyed yinglet in the middle of the flank wearing a black vest *come on! Just stab them! They’re just yinglets for fuckssake >You move your hand with the sword slightly as the tips of the spears all simultaneously inch closer to your jugular >”We won’t repeat again for you. Drop ze blade!” said the one eyed yinglet again in a gravely tone >You drop the blade as it clatters to the deck >”Good, now grab ze net and haul zhis fish up to ze Firehead. And make quick yes?” commanded the one eye yinglet as you stood up >All your fish stolen, and by a goddamn ship of fucking swamp rats none the less *Glad dad’s not alive to see this
>Sweat pours from your scalp as you climb the last couple rungs on the rope ladder of the S.S.Firehead as squeaky voices taunt you >You climb up onto the deck and dump the final net’s worth of fish on to the floor with the rest of your boats cache >You collapse against the railing of the ship trying to catch your breath as you look over at the mountain of fish surrounded by hundreds of yinglets, all of them in varying degrees of sea garb >You’ve never seen yinglets so restrained, equipped or well fed. For fuckssake, you’ve seen yinglets in Val Salia rip each other apart over discarded oyster shells let alone a whole fish >The older one eyed yinglet from before stands beside you as he calls out “’ight boys, dinner time” >You see yinglets in the front of the fish pile begin to dole out one fish to each yinglet in an orderly manner *Am I in hell? Just what the fuck is this place? >You feel the cold blade of a dagger press against your throat as you look up to see the old one-eyed yinglet again staring down at you >”Come on skin, its time you walk ze plank” he said “The plank? What plank?”
>You stand on the deck of the S.S. Firehead as a swarm of spears force you onto a wobbly plank jutting off the side of the ship >Thousands of tiny voices hiss obscenities like “dirty”, “bad”, “stupid”, “evil” and “skin” at you as they throw trash at you >You don’t think yinglets have much of a vocab for curses >You look out at the wide ocean before you, not a coastline in sight >You can see a couple yards from the Firehead your boat capsizing over and sinking into the murky depths >You try to think how far you could swim on an empty stomach and sore muscles *not far enough >You swallow hard as your mind races to come up with other options >You feel a volley of pain as the yinglets behind you berate your back with the bottoms of their spear poles >you come to the end of the plank as your toes curl over the edge >You glance over your shoulder back at the deck as you see the one-eyed yinglet bracing a tiny child’s crossbow onto the railing of the ship >The yinglet hones the sights at the center of your chest as he bellows ”Off.Ship.Now” in the deepest voice you’ve ever heard a yinglet muster >You swallow once more as you hesitantly lift your right foot over the edge of the wobbly plank >”Crew stand down! Habbick! Lower zhat crossbow!” came a booming yet feminine voice from over the mob >You withdraw your foot from the plank’s edge as you carefully turn around towards the ship >The yinglets moments ago stabbing you in the back shrink back onto the ship as Habbick grumbles under his breath, dismounting the crossbow from the railing >The sea of yinglets part as a black-furred yinglet comes to the base of the plank >”Get over here human” commanded the little voice >You smirk and almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation but you thought better against it if you wanted to continue living >You slowly balance your way back to the deck of the ship as you get a better look at the commanding yinglet
>You look down at a female yinglet with deep, coal-black fur and piercing yellow eyes. On top of her head is a long, thick bundle of natural fire-red hair with streaks like licking flames that flow all the way down to the base of her tail. Two small-scabbarded daggers hang at her sides from two overlapping small leather belts around her waist. She wears a red, child’s-sized, captain’s assistant doublet with the first couple buttons unbuttoned to make room for her small chest. The coat looks well worn but remarkably up kept with precision stitching that’s well hidden. The necklace you thought on your approach was crude jewelry is actually a small hemp rope with dried human ears strung around her throat. You can make out a deep slash jutting up the right side of her neck and a three-clawed cleaving mark up the right side of her snout. You can also see a number of snips and slashes in the webbing of her ears. >Despite being surrounded by thousands of males of different sizes and shapes, this average sized female yinglet looks the most vicious of the bunch >The female yinglet walks slowly around you, eyeing you up and down as she runs a paw along your skin before stopping at your butt and giving it a firm smek with her open paw >You flinch at the strike out of surprise as you hear giggles come up from the crowd >The female circles back around in front of you and looks up at your face, “Down on your knees human” she commands pointing a finger down at the deck >You can’t control yourself any longer. You burst out laughing as you cradle your sides in your arms, “You can’t be serious! Is this some kind of joke? Who do you think you are? The gods themselves?” >The female’s eyes burn into a scowl as she lets out a deep growl. Every male surrounding her takes a couple steps back as you hear Habbick let out a couple of deep guffaws in the distance >In a flash, the female jumps onto your chest and grabs a fistful of your long black hair before jumping back down with all her body weight towards the deck >You collapse forward on your knees as she slams the side of your head into the wooden deck. You rebound back on your knees as you clench your ringing head with your hands >You feel the cold, flat edge of a blade tap you in the balls as you open your eyes and look down >You see the female at your stomach with a dagger in each paw. One is poised a centimeter away from your belly button while the other cradles your boys. >”I am Freylah, ze matriarch and captain of zhis ship. You will obey me while your here or I will castrate you like a farm pig. Understand?” said Freylah *If I just grab her at the right time, I could potentially use her as a hostage and force them to sail me back- >”If your zhinking of trying to take me on. zhink again. All ze blades aboard zhis ship have been coated in a fast acting poison. If you so much as take a nick from one, you’ll be dead in minutes” said Freylah glaring at you “You’re bluffing” >”Do I look like ze kind of woman who bluffs?” said Freylah lightly jabbing the dagger towards your stomach as you suck in just in time to avoid it >Sweat begins to bead on your forehead as you try to search for a response >”I didn’t zhink so.” Said Freylah with a smirk as she holstered the daggers and begins to walk away > Before you can say anything more, you become surrounded by yinglet spearmen on all sides >“Habbick, have some of ze boys deliver ze fresh meat down to my quarters once zhey clean ze deck from dinner” said Freylah walking past Habbick >”Yes, Lady Firehead” said Habbick in a low, slow, grumble
