Oh man, I am tired. That is all that goes through my mind as I drop the anchor down to the ocean, hopelessly hoping it might do something while I plan to stuff my face with whatever food I can find inside the ship. Once inside the ship's storage room just beneath the main cargo area, I see a lot of food and weapons there.
There were also a lot of weird containers with the name "Patrol" on them, which I assumed was some kind of liquid combustible until I noticed that some of the cups seemed to have residues from some of the barrels. It couldn't be drinkable, could it? I wonder as I make a sandwich with stale bread and dried meat.
The bread was dehydrated and tasteless, and the dried meat tasted like an ass. If I was, to be honest, not that I'd ever eaten ass, but you get the idea. The stale bread and meat sandwich was hard to gulp down, so despite going against my better judgment, I proceeded to pour myself a drink from one of the barrels next to the food supplies.
As to the cup I used, I simply borrowed one of the cups that looked the least bit dirty and used that to test the liquid, which smelled funny. I didn't remember alcohol smelling like that, so I assumed it would be fine. So, without further ado, I chugged a cup of that liquid, and what a mistake it was.
In hindsight, I should've probably guessed what the liquid might've been, but because it didn't taste like alcohol either, I assumed it wouldn't be drugs, and oh boy, was I wrong about that one. It only took one cup of that stuff to get me completely plastered. Against my better judgment, I kept drinking it as it felt terrific.
"Woah! Hey there, Miss! How may I help you?" I started talking to no one as my mind began to imagine other little me's all around walking and doing chores, but it was all in my mind, still because I was so plastered I couldn't distinguish the difference between the real and fake world inside my mind.
"You douchebag!" The illusion responds to me, giving me a hard slap that sends me flying onto the floor, which was probably the result of a sudden stumble on my part as my balance became so impaired I could barely move forward without almost breaking my face.
"I don't think I deserve that one," I say to nobody as I go right back up to the surface while eating the stale sandwich as if it were the best food I have ever eaten. The food didn't taste bad because I was high on that beverage.
Oh man, was this how getting drunk felt? Now I could understand why my father liked to drink whenever he felt down or depressed; this drink was a gift sent by the gods! Why doesn't everyone drink every day? All day? Nothing but good things is coming from this!
It only took a couple of hours for the agent of the drink to wear off my body, giving me some of the worst times of my life after death. I was puking all over the ocean as I felt weak and pathetic at the edge of the boat, just barely hanging in there while my head pounded hard.
I could hear every little thing nearby, every crack and movement of the waves, but not in a terrific, relaxing way, but in a very unpleasant manner. It bothered me a lot to be able to hear anything at all, especially at such enhanced volumes. Only then did I notice I was only wearing my slip dress?
When had I taken my dress off? I didn't remember much, and the headache didn't help either. As I tried my best to compose myself, I noticed even more weird shit all over the ship, which I had been decorating with swords and spears all over the walls.
"What the hell? When did I?" I ask myself this when suddenly the voice from the crown talked to me again, but since my ears were extremely sensitive, I recoiled.
[Detoxification process started; please allow me a few minutes to complete this task]
"Ugh! Quiet down a little, my head feels like it's going to pop out of my head any second," The system voice lowers its volume right at the end of their last sentence as I complain about the high volume of their voice made me realize I would not be fun to be around while drunk if I was that big an asshole hung over.
"I am sorry, great sage; my head just hurts like it's been struck by constant lightning. I didn't mean to be rude."
[It's okay. The detoxification process has already begun. You'll feel better soon; just give it a few minutes]
As I looked up into the sky again, I noticed how badly I had been drunk since whenever I started doing so, it was about sunset. Now the sun was rising again, and while the drug kept me awake, now that it was out of my system and the detoxification started working, I began to feel so sleepy.
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After apologizing to Great Sage, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep after puking some more without even bothering to put my dress on, as I didn't expect anyone to find me anytime soon since I thought the boat was still not moving much. I gave in and fell asleep for a long time.
As to how long I slept, I would guess it was a couple of hours, if not an entire day, as my ship had company the next time I woke up. I heard the footsteps above the Captain's office tumping loudly, which was probably what woke me up all confused and disoriented.
"What the? Who is on the ship? Am I imagining things again?" I say out loud as I stretch from my slumber; man, I swear I won't drink like that ever again. That was the worst thing ever! The high feeling of the drug is excellent and all, but it's not worth feeling like you're dying for the rest of the day.
{Loud thud}
A sudden loud thud is all I can hear before the doors to the Captain's office burst open from a man who was dressed like the classic version of a pirate. A sailor's pair of pants and a barely functional shirt with holes in it. Of course, he was wearing a sword and an eyepatch to be all stereotypical.
"Aye! I found a little brat in here!" The pirate exclaims while holding his sword toward me as he slowly creeps forward. All the while, I don't feel threatened, just amused at the balls on the man. Hadn't they all noticed the massive amounts of blood all over the walls? Why don't you assume I had done all that? 'Whatever', I thought.
"She is a pretty one, ain't she?" "Yeah! She looks like a royal as well!" "I bet that crown will sell well once we take it from her!" All the pirate's friends soon start slowly creeping forward while I sit quietly on the Captain's chair until I choose to speak.
{Jet black scriptures - Shuji Katayama}
"How about you guys take me to shore, and I won't hurt you? How does that sound?" All of the pirates laugh at my suggestion, which I take as an answer not to comply, leaving me with no choice but to stand up from my seat and irradiate some of my dark energy after learning about intimidation tactics from some people.
The room soon darkens so much that even the little torches on the walls can barely illuminate the floors. The air instantly thickens, followed by the rumble of the ship as it can barely withstand the pressure of my aura. "This pressure!" "The blood on the walls," "No way, it was her?" "A cute little girl like that? No way!"
A few wise pirates quickly dropped their swords and started begging for forgiveness while the others stupidly charged at me with them, not even being able to reach me as I pierced their hearts with some raw dark needles made from nothing but darkness without the need for a spell or a rune I just wished for it.
"I am lost in the sea, and I take you're all good sailors if you're pirates, so I am willing to join your crew and peacefully accept a ride to shore without any more casualties needed" The shocked pirates on the floor start kissing my ass as they yes end me until I compress my dark aura again quickly letting light into the office.
"Please allow us to take you to our Captain!" "He is a reasonable man!" To the pirate's suggestion, I bow to them and move my hand as if to say, 'Alright, I'll follow you.' To nobody's surprise, the remaining pirates were all stealing the drug barrels, weapons loot, and other valuable things.
In any case, the only thing I did feel a bit uncomfortable from was the fact I was still in my slip dress next to hundreds of old and middle-aged men who probably hadn't touched a woman in weeks, which made me feel incredibly uncomfortable walking around, in such a thin dress.
Not that it mattered anyway. I was way more powerful than the entire crew combined, so the chances of getting overpowered were low, but that didn't change the fact that it felt wrong. Unsurprisingly, my dress was also nowhere to be seen, so chances were that I took it off and dropped it into the sea for whatever reason while drunk or something.
Geez, the situations I get myself into are quite something, aren't they? "Here he is!" "Captain Barbosa! We found the Captain of the ship!" The two pirates accompanying me led me to a well-dressed man with a long groomed beard and a black hat with a little plume on its side; the man looked so different one could assume he would be the Captain without asking.
"Oh! I assume you're the one who unleashed that powerful aura just now?" The Captain asks me while looking straight at me, but since I was supposed to be a princess, I don't remove my stare from him either since conducting yourself with strenght at all times is what a royal would do, right? I had no clue, to be honest, man!
"Yes, but your men are wrong; this is not my ship; I also stole it," Captain Barbosa chuckles when I confess that I really wasn't the one in charge of the boat, and with that, I couldn't care less if they stole and looted everything from it so long as I could follow them or join them.
"How does a little girl take over a ship? You don't look like a pirate," Captain Barbosa walks around at the ship's top. He breaks his gaze from mine, finally allowing me to look elsewhere.
"That's right, I am not a pirate. I took over the ship to survive, not because I wanted to, but now that the opportunity presents itself, I would like to join you."
"You don't know how to get to shore, do you?" Captain Barbosa quickly picks up on what I wanted without his men or me telling me he just landed on the correct theory, so I nod when he says it.
"Still, why would I take you along for the ride? What's in it for us?" Barbosa hits me with that after seeing the destruction I was capable of and feeling the pressure of my power, which could only mean that he didn't care. I was at a disadvantage as long as I needed his help to get to shore.
"I can ask my sponsor to pay you well once we get to shore. You'll also be known as the savior of the Witch Princess, and you will have my eternal gratitude." As much as it seemed counterintuitive, I would rather let them think I submit to them than force them to take me to shore just for them to take me somewhere else and then abandon me there.