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🕑 Added 2022-11-03 11:17:29 +0000 UTC
Wrote a story for this video set π A pirate-inspired story. Enjoy part 1!
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**"First Mate Mary" - Part 1**
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"What will we do with a drunken sailor... what will we do with a drunken sailor..."
The door opens, followed by hushed voices.
"Aye, I've got him. Give me an hour."
The door closes. Footsteps. A shadow looms closer.
"...what shall we do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning~"
A creak.. a pause. A chuckle.
You jolt awake as a bucket of cold water washes over you. Gasping for air & feeling like a fish out of water, you cry out, "FUCK!"
You hear more laughter. You try to rub your eyes but realize that your arms are tied behind you.
... Fuck. You look around, taking in your surroundings. There's a fire burning in the corner, a bed, a small table with a few glasses and chairs, and one small window in a small, dark room.
Mary Francois stands before you, smirking. "Up late last night- were we, sailor?" she teases, already knowing the answer.
"Word is..." she crosses the room, swinging playfully around the pillar in the center of the deck. "... you were blabbering God knows what to the folk in town about our little trip to the northern isles."
Your memory is fuzzy..."I swear, I didn-" you stammer. Of course you'd get caught passed out by the first mate- you inwardly curse your stars.
"Save it." she interrupts, waving her hand. "This isn't an interrogation." she drags a chair behind her as she makes her way across the room.
"It's your punishment."
You gulp, eyeing the various weapons hung on the first mate's belt. Your eyes scan the room for other various vehicles of your demise... Taking a wide stance, she sits before you and begins unlacing her boots. You blink and shake your head.
"Listen- I barely even talked! Just had my eye on the baker's daughter, that's all, I swear. Told some big stories, tried to impress her- but I didn't even mention pirates, honest!" you blurt out, hoping your words are true- but struggling to remember past the haze of the baker's mead from the night
