Marquise Spinneret Mindfang

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~ The 14th Night of the 7th Perigee, 1st After the 3rd Dim Season ~ It is awfully dreadful how quickly a cadaver slumps off your 8lade and hits the deck. One drives the steel through with all the elegance, calcul8tion, and intim8 finality the occasion deserves, and then the 8ody answers such artistry with a wet collapse, as though death were merely another drunken failure of posture. It makes a woman wonder if he fully appreci8s the means 8y which you have slain him. My sword was worth more than the paltry inventory he was carrying a8oard, yet he was passing through my known territory. His eyes, in those last fleeting moments, expressed to me that he had only just realized the full magnitude of his error. The paranoid piece of my mind perpetu8s the possi8ility that this particular sailor, with his grandiose ship 8ut minimal stores, was perhaps a distraction. Other consider8tions are that he ran a primarily violet8looded crew, and they jumped 8roadside while we were 8oarding. Alternatively, he may have had his real treasure stored on dinghies that were silently lowered to the sea. Where sailors may 8e foolish, and captains may 8e desper8, this man and his soul were peculiar more than anything else. I do 8elieve the most likely scenario was that this ship served as a distraction. Why would one send such an orn8 vessel through my w8rs? Any captain worth his weight would most assuredly avoid my w8rs on such a 8eautiful ship. Though it was not all lost. Despite the minimal fight put up 8y the crew, I did acquire some new stock in a field I trade in less frequently. Though the yield may not 8e as much as I would like from such an exploit, I do find a certain value in the stock of lives. Those I see unfit for duty upon my ship I may foist 8raggingly upon my opponents, so that these wretches of squalor may go from hiding away on false flag oper8tions to 8eing nuisances in the 8elfries of my mariner opponents. If this vessel was indeed a distraction, then at least I have made it an expensive one. I have e8n around the 88 upon this hook, and yet my appetite is not s8d. I must carefully measure the tension in such a line to retali8 in full force against whoever would deign to waste my time. Wh8ver hand arranged this little performance has revealed more than intended. The route, the crew, the empty hold, the ornamental waste of the vessel itself, all of it points toward someone attempting to spend wealth as misdirection. This is a ha8it of the aristocratic, who 8elieve that if a thing is costly enough, no one will notice how cheaply the thought 8eneath it was made. I noticed. For now, the corpse has 8een removed from my deck, though not 8efore staining one of the planks in a manner I find almost flattering. The ship has 8een stripped of what little it possessed. I must return to sorting the prisoners 8y utility, temperament, and how entertaining they are under duress. The sea, as she often does, will accept the remains of what I find less than useful here. She is never quite as sentimental as I am. I shall keep the captain's coat. Handsome as it is, its real duty is to inform the crews of the next ill-f8d tavern I sprawl through on land over yonder, as I am certain there may 8e some whisperings a8out whether or not someone as prestigious as I would falter in such a way that a cur's trap like this might work. I enjoy the thought of meeting that troll one night in his own har8or, wearing the evidence of his failure across my shoulders. Let him appreci8 the means 8y which he is slain. If not in the moment, then at least in the dreadful little instant just 8efore it. #Violence #Gore #HistoricalAccount #ImpliedSlavery #Slavery #cw-Slavery #Pirating #Pir8 #OneLessDistraction