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Post by Willow on Mar 3, 2014 21:17:48 GMT -6
"Oya... How am I supposed to trust you? How do I know that you're not just taking me to sell off like the goods of these poor people? Oya... Where is your honor? I thought you were such a generous and kind person... But it seems you're not really who you say you are, Oya. I... I trusted you. And you hurt me."
Without another word, Willow marched away, moving to stand next to Farkus and Storm.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked dully. "You're probably going to sell me, or kill me in my sleep... How often do you do this? Capturing and selling innocent women, I mean."
Willow was on the verge of tears and trying to sound angry and accusatory, but Farkus could probably hear the fear and anxiety in her voice as it quavered slightly.
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Post by Oya on Mar 3, 2014 21:37:41 GMT -6
"Wait Willow", spoke Oya, but the maiden walked away. Anger and sadness began to build up in the pirates stomach. This was the worst possible way for Willow to find out. He wanted to tell her before she meet his mother. He wanted for her to think they were simple fishermen, or at the very least mercenaries of the sea. He did not want her to see this. Oya just wanted things to go back to the way they were. He wanted to just be rid of it all. Oya took a glimpse of his brothers and their crew. He wanted to simply off them all. He wanted to kill every last one of them. However he did not have the power, nor did he truly have the will. Even if they ruined things with him and Willow they were still his family. He could not just kill them like so many others.
"Pipe down woman", spoke Farkus. The pirate was starting to get annoyed "The only reason you are on this ship is because you know my brother. IF not you would be dead and your body consumed by the fish. The Ship of the Drowned does not deal in slavery. We only take cargo and gold."
"Farkus", spoke Oya as he gave his brother another glare. As he walked onto the pirate ship the remaining pirates removed the planks and allowed the ship to float away from the other ship.
"I am sick of that glare Oya", shouted the pirate. His words grabbed the attention of the other sailors. "If you were not my brother I would have put an axe in your skull by now. Don't forget you and your friend killed Tomas. Blood begets blood remember Oya, or your time on land has rotten your brain. The death of Tomas should have cost you your life, but instead of splitting your skull I offer you peace."
"YOu did not offer me peace because you want too", spoke Oya. "You offered peace because you had too. Don't act like you are merciful Farkus", spoke Oya.
"Alright calm down you too", spoke Troy cutting in. "Mother would not appreciate you two fighting each other on the ship. In fighting breeds chaos and chaos equals death out at sea. We should arrive in port in three hours or so. once we reach Saint Ies you can fight all you want", spoke Troy.
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Post by Willow on Mar 3, 2014 21:58:14 GMT -6
Willow was so confused. She couldn't believe anything anymore... What was going on?
Moving to the rear of the ship, Willow hid among some barrels, curling between them and cloistering herself from the rest of the crew. Silently, she began to weep and curse herself for being foolishly taken in by Oya. He had seemed like such a caring person, but now... Who was Oya? What was going on with his family? Where was she? All Willow knew was that she was alone, in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by enemies. Shivering, Willow's eyelids fluttered, and she began to doze, not noticing that some of her hair could be seen peeking out from the barrels. One could barely see it, but still... Her cover was blown. However, as Willow drifted into fretful sleep, the cold sun and breeze began to cool her body, and everything faded as she dropped into slumber.
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Post by Oya on Mar 3, 2014 22:29:21 GMT -6
Oya broke away from his argument with his brother and noticed that Willow was missing. "Crap", spoke Oya aloud. It was not a good situation. Willow may not want anything t o do with Oya right now, but he still cared about her. These pirates however cared as well, but not in the good way. Oya needed to find her before anything happened. Oya began to put his mind to work. He started first to scan the area and see possible places to hide. She would have not gone below deck. Their are too many pirates there. She was probably frighten and angry and would try to find a place where no one was at. Oya looked towards a group of barrels and noticed strands of Willow's hair sticking out. Against the old brown of the barrels it stood out like black on white. Without wasting another moment Oya walked over the barrels.
"Willow", spoke Oya as he turned the corner. He saw her sitting there drifting away in slumber. Tear stains covered her cheeks and sadness could be seen on her face. Oya took a deep breath. "I am sorry Willow", spoke Oya as he opened his bag and pulled out a blanket. He walked forward and covered the maiden with it. The sea air was cold and he did not want her to get sick. Oya then moved Willow's hair from view and kissed her on the forehead. "Willow I was going to tell you", spoke Oya. He knew the maiden could not hear him, but he spoke anyway. Talking too her made him feel better about the situation. Oya took a seat in front of her and moved a couple of the barrels so he could not be seen. He then removed his head band and made himself comfortable. "I wanted to introduce you too my mother. I figured it was time you meet my family. You spoke of yours too me in the cave, but I did not tell you of mine. I was planning on telling you the whole truth Willow, I really was. However I did not want for you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you when it was quiet and just the two of us. Now your heart is broken and you are riding on a ship with a group of cutthroats. I am sorry Willow", spoke Oya as he stared at the deck. A single tear formed in Oya's right eye. It rand down his face and slammed into the waxed deck of the ship.
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Post by Willow on Mar 3, 2014 23:02:13 GMT -6
At the weight of the blanket, Willow began to swirl back to consciousness. Although she kept her eyes closed, she heard Oya begin to speak...
"I wanted to introduce you too my mother. I figured it was time you meet my family. You spoke of yours too me in the cave, but I did not tell you of mine. I was planning on telling you the whole truth Willow, I really was. However I did not want for you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you when it was quiet and just the two of us. Now your heart is broken and you are riding on a ship with a group of cutthroats. I am sorry Willow"
Willow exhaled in a soft, sad sigh. She knew Oya wasn't lying... She could hear it in his voice. But it still bothered her that he'd withheld the truth for so long.
"Oya..." Willow whispered, scooting over and putting her head on his shoulder. She was tired of all this commotion and falsity. She just wanted resolution.
"Oya... Is this all? Do I know the real you now?"
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Post by Oya on Mar 3, 2014 23:24:51 GMT -6
"Willow", spoke Oya as he felt her head on his shoulder. He had not expected to feel this feeling ever again. There was something satisfying about it. All the anger than had been building up before suddenly vanished and a spark of happiness rushed into him. "Yes Willow", spoke Oya. "You now the real me. All of this is my past and my beginning. But the me you meet in Bern is the real me. It is the person free from old ties and expectations. It is the me who searches for knowledge and enjoys a good read."
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Post by Willow on Mar 4, 2014 17:41:22 GMT -6
"Oya...
Promise me that we'll just be honest with each other, okay? That we won't hide things from each other."
Willow snuggled closer to Oya and tried to relax, the stress of the whole encounter causing her to shake slightly. Or maybe it was the chill the wind had given her.
"For instance, Oya, I'll be honest... Your brothers smell. You smell good, but they have a stench to them. And not a good, masculine stench. A stench of testosterone and bad alcohol."
Willow smiled slightly, wrinkling her nose.
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Post by Oya on Mar 4, 2014 18:19:53 GMT -6
"I promise", spoke Oya as he reveled in Willow's warmth. For a moment he thought he might have lost it forever. "I will be honest too you and never lie about anything you ask of me."
"As for my brother", spoke Oya with a sour facial expression. "That lout never takes baths."
Time flew faster than Oya had thought it would. It was not long before he heard the sound of port and the merry singing of the pirates. They were in Saint Ies harbor. Oya knew the smell. "It looks like we are here", spoke Oya. He rose from him and Willow's hiding spot to see the docks lined with works and drunks alike. "Saint Ies", spoke Oya with some discontent. He turned around and offered his hand to Willow. "I still think you should meet my mother", spoke Oya.
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Post by Willow on Mar 4, 2014 18:34:23 GMT -6
"Thank you, Oya..." Willow said, sighing and closing her eyes, letting the soothing rocking of the ship and Oya's warmth lull her into a drowsy state.
As she hung between sleep and wakefulness, Willow couldn't help but feel like she'd been here before, and would again. However, Oya had promised, and he cared about her and genuinely looked upset over the way things had turned out. She couldn't help but feel some sympathy, and decided to grant him another chance to prove himself and win her over. She'd try to be a little more guarded and not be taken in, just in case, but something about Oya was different. It felt as if --
"Saint Ies" brought her back to her senses. Grabbing Oya's hand, she got up, shivering briefly and stretching her legs.
"Is your mother as fiery as your brothers? And... Would she understand about, you know... Us?"
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Post by Oya on Mar 4, 2014 18:58:17 GMT -6
Oya rubbed the back of his head as Willow began to ask about his mother. He knew this was not going to be a good idea, but he had to do it. If he did not visit his mother she was going to visit them one day, and it was not going to be nice. He figured it would be best in their relationship to get this over with right now. Well that idea seemed to be working against him so far, but they had already traveled this far and their was no point turning back.
"I am going to have to say she is worse", spoke Oya as he rubbed the back of his head. "She has been known to have a bad temper and to go off into fits of rage at times, but she has her good points", spoke Oya. He knew he was not selling his mother well, but he had to tell her the truth. "As for us", spoke Oya. "I really do not care what she thinks about us I am firm with this relationship and will not back down", spoke Oya.
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Post by Willow on Mar 4, 2014 19:08:51 GMT -6
"Okay, Oya. I'm ready."
With that, Willow smiled brightly at Oya, trying to appear confident and assured. Inwardly, though, she was quaking with fear at having to meet this enigmatic, volcanic woman who bore Oya.
"Oh, Oya, while we're in the city, do you mind if I visit the church briefly? That is, if they have one, I mean..."
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Post by Oya on Mar 4, 2014 19:40:39 GMT -6
"Oh yeah the church", spoke Oya. "There is a church here", spoke Oya as a sweat drop began to run down his head. "However it is not dedicated to St. Elimine, or to be correct it was dedicated to St. Elmine but no longer. The Church had problems keeping afloat and eventually had it doors closed. A prominent pirate on the Island bought the building and turned it into their hide out." Oya took a moment to pause and take a deep breath. "That person was named Lobolita and she is my mother', spoke Oya. The pirate began to push through the crowd till they came to a clearing. There sat a great building made of stone. Banners hung from the outer walls reading Ship of the Drowned.
"Sorry Willow", spoke Oya he held his head low.
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Post by Willow on Mar 4, 2014 20:05:52 GMT -6
"Oh... Oh, erm... Well...I suppose that removes that possibility... Um."
Willow looked at the former church, struggling to keep her righteous anger in check. Her eyes narrowed, and her hand twitched toward her tome, before she managed to calm herself, taking deep breaths and attempting to ignore the horrible, blaspheming sacrilege that stood before her in the form of the pirate base.
"Oya, let’s do this. I’m not sure that I can just stand here… And look at it… Let’s meet her. "
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Post by Oya on Mar 4, 2014 20:37:49 GMT -6
"Very well", spoke Oya as he pushed open the great doors. With one hand on each door he open it up and allowed the light from the outside to shine in. Weapon wracks lined the walls stacked full of sword and axes. In the corners were some beds. Pirates leaned on the walls and sat in chairs. Their conversation was filled with greed, death, and lust. Boast of raids and killing prowess filled the air. The alter, which was considered the most holy portion of the church was untouched. There was not a scratch or speck of dust on it. Oya could breath again. At the very least his mother did not allow the louts to taint the alter. Another thing he noted was the lack of alcohol in the air. It seemed that she maintained her no alcohol in the base policy from when he left.
"Mother", spoke Oya as he stepped into the hall. His voice caught the attention of many of the pirates. The ones who knew him whispered the word Oya. The ones who did not whistled at him and Willow's passing. Oya had forgotten he let his hair down, but in truth he did not care at the moment. He simply wanted to find his mother and introduce her to Willow and then leave this place. He could tell it was working on Willow's nerves.
"Oya", a voice came out from behind the pirate. It was a soft tone that sounded as if it did not belong. Oya turned and looked upon a woman standing 5 feet 8 inches. Her hair was a dark blue and her eyes a light green. Her skin was as pale as Oya's and her hair was twice as long. She wore a white dress that stopped right below her knees. In her hand was a basket filled with bread and around her neck was a silver medallion. The woman looked almost as if she was in her late twenties ,but in truth she was almost forty. The moment she looked at Oya's face tears began to form in her eyes as she placed the basket in the hands of a scared brute. "Oya is that you", spoke the woman in disbelief as she began to walk up to the pirate.
"Mother", spoke Oya with a worrisome expression.
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Post by Willow on Mar 4, 2014 21:25:23 GMT -6
"What..." Willow wondered. She had expected a much rougher, harsher woman. Standing before her was an elegant and refined-looking woman. Willow was completely bemused. She seemed so out of place in this den of filth and seamen. What a strange sight it was, Willow marveled to herself.
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