Chapter 4: Rare Find

Eshkis Lith licked her hand as her boat cradled and shook. The storm would destroy her small wooden boat any minute now, and she didn’t know how to swim. Faceets were known to hate water, and the Faceet who was currently rocking in her boat hated it the most.

As water sprayed upwards, she hissed, scrambling towards the edge of the boat. Looking behind her, she saw a huge ship, in the distance, sailing directly into the storm. Were they planning on sailing directly into the parting sea? That’d be ridiculous. But she waved her hand high and wide, hoping the boat would see the struggling cat person.

It luckily did. And in minutes, the boat stopped. A rope was thrown down, as Lith climbed up the rope and onto the large ship.

“You saved my fur back there, buds!” She said with a toothed smile. This crew was large and looked mean. Must be sea bandits. She thought, walking over to the front of the ship, where men in hats gave her nasty looks.

“Yall got any rooms? I’d like to spend my night in a nice cozy bed. Maybe sleep next to a lamp. Pooh, and a nice glass of milk.” She went on, rambling as the men stared at her. Men. She thought, realizing she seemed to be the only woman on board. That wasn't good either.

Despite her being a walking talking cat, she had matured feminine hips and large breasts. Her skin was covered in soft white and brown fur, and she had human hands and an eyepatch on her left eye. She also wore a large captain's hat, with a father at the top. Something a poet would wear.

“Aye, Faceet. Rooms are down below. Make yourself comfortable.” Spoke the captain of the ship, a short bald fellow with a similar-looking eyepatch and barely any teeth left in his mouth. The others still stared, not too sure on whether they could trust a stranger or not. Especially not a human.

Lith nodded, skipping over like a kid as she swung open the door to the ladder, which led down to the living chambers. The deck below was lightly dim and held torches the size of Eskis’s arm. How thick were these? Considering these were sea bandits, everything on this ship was most likely stolen.

As she walked, she saw a few things. A beautiful picture of the founder. Stolen. A sofa sitting in the far corner, as if nobody was using it. Stolen. Barrels of hearts. Stolen

Sea bandits were different than pirates. Pirates sailed the seas, searching for treasure and lost history. Sea bandits? They were just petty thieves who traveled by sea. Nothing more, nothing less.

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But for these bandits to let some random person on their ship? She thought it was fishy. But she had plans that far exceeded theirs.

She moved into her room. Tight, compact but also cramped. A small round window was next to a wooden bed that would tear her back to pieces. Can’t even take a cat nap here. She thought as she sighed, sitting on the floor and taking out a small pocket mirror.

She inspected herself thoroughly. Adjusting her whiskers, tidied up her hat that sat on her furry head. Tucking her ears back, as they pointed out slightly. As she stared at herself, she smirked slightly. Knowing what was next to come. Her plan was almost complete.

She waited. Sitting on the floor, closing her eyes as she meditated. A few hours were all it would take. Either they made the first move, or she did. Seeing as she was a defenseless woman, they would certainly try and rob her, take advantage of her, or something like that.

As she sat in silence, she heard a large bang coming from the other end of her door. She opened her eyes, stood, and grabbed the candle that was on her dresser. Someone was trying to break in. Right as the door swung open, she lunged forward and shoved the candle into the man's eye.

He screamed, falling back. She fell on him, biting on his neck as she ripped his throat open with her teeth. The man died slowly with a candlestick in his eye. Lith stood, licking her lips as she grabbed the man's curved sword out of his sheath.

It was go time.

She made her way onto the deck. The entire crew, around twenty people, were all standing their. As she emerged, a man walked up to her.

“Ma’am, we are about to reach the -“ His throat splurged with blood. She yanked the sword out of him, as he fell, thumbing to the hardwood of the boat, alerting the others.

“Shit – Everyone attack!” Screamed the toothless captain. Four men came running up with swords while the others began to take out their bows and guns.

She dashed quickly, slicing one man down the chest, kicking him into another man as she grabbed the hilt of her sword with both hands, slicing both men's heads off.

She hated using swords. Luckily, a small flintlock pistol fell from one of the dead men.

As another came running up, she backpedaled, raising the gun and blasting him between the eyes. He was dead instantly.

Another came up, with a shield and spear. Lith kicked the shield with her strong boot, stabbing the man in the stomach and then shooting his chest, dropping him as well.

She did all this just in time for the others to begin their long-range assault. Lith smiled, yanking out a small talisman and putting it over her neck. She touched it, twisting right. As the whole world stopped.

The bandits shot. The bullet now was laughably slow. She moved freely among everyone, dancing as she frolicked through everyone in slow motion. She found this magical talisman while stranded at sea awhile back. Weather it was fate or not, she couldn’t tell. But it sure did help in getting her way.

One by one, she sliced all the men down. Shooting some, stabbing some. For the captain, she simply threw him overboard. She found that to be a funnier conclusion. After she was done, she twisted the talisman left, as the world for her grew normal again.

The men all fell. Some are still alive, minds racing not knowing what just happened. One minute they were here, shooting at a traitor. Next, they were down and dead. Once everyone was cleared, she threw the crew overboard.

Afterward, she walked up to the front steering wheel, turned the ship around, and headed northeast.

Time to go Blegh. She thought, giggling slightly at what she just done. She couldn’t help herself as she touched the gold talisman hanging like a necklace by her neck. The symbol was the sun, as it smiled gleefully. Almost giggling with her.

What a rare find. An especially useful one.