An idle engine and the humming of pipes are comforting in the silence.  I dreamed of sailing since I was young, I learned every knot, memorized each flag and signal of the navy through a cracked spyglass away from the harbor.  Nearby the prestigious Skoldar academy trained captains to tame the unknown, but for all my skill and what little muscle I had they refused my application.  Good thing I was thieving since birth and attend all their navigation classes anyways.  But I was kid, and opportunities were dry in my town, so I did what I do best, stow away on a cargo ship. 

A few years later when I made it to Port Harbor I had 2 coins, a piece of glass and string “Just enough for a drink” I smirked hopping off the side and scanning for the closest watering hole.  “Old Strad Inn, perfect”, I weave through the sea of people, into the doorless entrance, the invitation of an open stool by the bar.  “What will 2 coins score barkeep?” my cheery tone unfit for the dilapidated interior, “Half a glass” the barkeep growls as he slides an already drunken glass over.  “How about I recount a tale most horrifying, the tale of long, John, Silver” the last word drawn out, “Do I look like a nipper…half a glass”.  Unsure how well I would fair against the large muscular reptilian I pick up the glass and drop the coin “Very generous of you sir”.  Spinning in my chair to cavass the room and stop to see you, a woman hunched over an empty glass, tinkering with something in your hand.  Beside you on the table a wrench, bolts and small laser cutter.  ‘She might come in handy’, I step off the stool, dust my pants and adjust my hat using the convenient bullet hole on the rim. 

“Hey there lass, me and my friends were hoping to entertain ourselves?”, I see 4 men surround your table, you refuse to look up and continue your work, small sparks illuminate fractions of your face and crimson hair.  “I said-“ the man takes a strong grip to your left hand, his face approaching yours. “Me and my friends wer-“ the strike was fast breaking his jaw and sending him over the side of the table and to the ground.  Immediately 2 of the men jump to restrain you on the table.  “NUTBERRY!!” the volume alone caused one of them to look in my direction as my cup shatters on his head.  “you motherfucker” letting go of your hand he throws several punches, some are blocked but most manage to land throwing me off balance and laying on a bar, his hands now around my neck squeezing, my arms flailing trying to find any unseen advantage.  My eyes perk in realization, grabbing the glass in my pocket I stab into the man’s eye, blood streaming down my arm sullying the coat sleeve.   As I push him off ready to defend this poor maiden I see you, standing over 3 bodies blowing smoke off the gun you had just repaired. 

“My name is Dawson, tell me, do you have a crew?”, you turn to face me, a curtain of red revealing your face, “Not at the moment”.  Before me a woman in an engineering uniform, the patch ripped with thin threads still exposed.  “Well I plan on starting a crew, not right now of course, but soon, and every captain needs a steadfast first mate” I walk over slowly and put my hand on your shoulder “your able to carry your weight, tell me something, how fast could you build an engine?” your eyes widening at the opportunity, “the skies are there for us to tame, not limited by our origin but boundless for those with a courageous heart” I gesture to the empty dirt covered walls, the area around us morphing into a vision of constellations and planets, “With your technical knowhow and my stellar leadership together we would chart the stars, see the grand arch of filanor, battle cloud leviathans and find our little piece of heaven in the galaxy.” The tavern returning into view as I stand one foot on a chair and the other on the table, my hand reaching for yours “Are you ready?”.

3 months past and the scams begin to run dry as word passes on, the first night under the bridge was cold, and we only had each other for warmth.  In that embrace, I don’t know if it was the soft patter of the rain, the comfort of the fading fire near disassembled parts, the touch of your bare breasts on my chest or my warm breath on your neck.  That would be the start of our affair.  For the next 4 years we would attempt further recruitment, continue the work on your engine, skim enough coin for food and each night would embrace under the stars, the light of the moon on your body and the sounds of the harbor masking our moans. 

As morning came, we went about our normal tasks, you searching the market for any new trinket and my ears open for the next ship bound to a new planet.  In the distance I see a man standing on a barrel, looking through my spyglass I can make out between the cracks and dirt a paper and the navy uniform of a boatswain in front of a man of war.  Fighting through the circle of people surround him I hear “By order of Captain Raylon, I hereby ask any able-bodied man or woman to report for duty aboard the Defiant in defense of his majesties border”.  ‘That’s it’, I run back to the market and grab you by the arm. “I found it, finally a navy ship and they want bodies, they don’t care about rank or anything.  This is it.” The worried look in your eye is all too familiar, as I see my infections smile taking you over, I ask “So, top or bottom bunk?”.   

Hey thanks for reading, so my idea here is a space sea faring adventure, think the dynamic of Anne and Rackham from black sails but with the a background of treasure planet, little bit of sunless skies in there. This is going to be a decently sized story with several set pieces, a good amount of dialog, I plan to have some action and of course some good smut. Im purposely vague about your character because 1 I dont have much of a preference as far as looks and 2 I want some of your own input as far as physical features, backstory and name of course.

I like to plan a few things out before hand, like what set pieces we want, frequency of sex and so on, but I want a good amount of the story to be more in the moment and improvisational. I dont even mind having brand new ideas come up mid play and we just have to roll with it, Im very open and hope to encourage that kind of interesting writing with my partner. The idea being if your comfortable with your character the dialog and events should feel organic.

This is an update to a previous post I made a few days ago, this one being a lot more thought out and detailed (in my humble opinion) but Im still looking for any comments before I put it out there officially. Let me know and I hope to be reading your thoughts on this.