Say what you want about these pirates, but they did cook some pretty damn good… let's call it chicken.
Sheila sipped her wine, looking down in her tin cup for a second before she sat it down on the table and looked across it at Alexis, "Well?"
Alexis sighed and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms, "…Not sure where to start. Okay, let's do a bit of a overview of this Plane. Technology here is pre steam power, full on age of sail but with magic. About one in a five hundred or so have potential to use magic, none of it overly powerful and mostly elemental based. Fireballs, weather effects, rock golems. That kind of stuff."
I nodded, "I see. So how did you get your own pirate ship?"
"I'm getting to that," she said and shook her head, "This world is similar to Earth in that there are two major continents. One more inhabited than the other, similar to how Europe and America was during the age of sail. What's different is that the populated continent here, Aridia is under control of the Kingdom of Aridia. The continent we are closer to is larger, but not as well inhabited. They are a confederation of smaller nations. Not unlike like the United States, but more independent internally. Both have known about each other for some seven hundred years, but it's only some fifty years ago that sailing technology advanced enough to make trade practical."
Sheila sipped her wine again, "And with trade becoming practical, so does piracy."
Alexis nodded, "That too, but more specifically war. The Kingdom is looking rather hungrily at Tarilia, one of the other nations… and also the rest. Not only for space and resources, but also for slaves."
"So, what's stopping them?"
"Distance and fleets. They can only do a practical invasion if they are able to first take out the combined fleet of the Confederacy. They have the largest fleet, but combined the Confederacy have them beat, both in numbers and quality," Alexis explained and speared a grilled mushroom on her knife, "Unfortunately, that may change quickly."
Ren frowned, "Why? Couldn't these Confederacy match their speed of construction?"
"They could, but word has gotten out about a lost artefact. One that would let the wielded control weather and currents," she sighed, "If they got their hands on that, they could crush any fleet meeting them. They would rule the oceans."
I slowly nodded, "Ah. How many do you want?"
She smiled a bit, "Not sure even you could just whip something like that up. But I'm more interested in keeping it away from them than handing it over to the Confederacy. Quite frankly, it would be too dangerous for anyone here to have."
"If their magic is normally limited to fireballs, I could see that," I agreed, "It would be like handing them nuclear weapons."
Alexis nodded, "Pretty much."
"So not actually pirate ship and pirates?"
That got a grin from her, "Oh, definitely both pirate ship and pirates," before she looked thoughtful, "Well, technically Privateer. I carry what you would call a letter of marque from the nation of Tarilia. When I first escaped the trap, I was captured by the former captain of the ship and it's former crew. I was almost unconscious at the time. When they attacked another ship, I managed to break free and killed him. Turns out, the one he was attacking was a member of the Tarilian Imperial family. He gave me the ship as a reward and I got a new crew. Things were just heating up and that's when they hired me."
Ren shook her head, "Wow, now that's some story."
Alexis nodded, "Yeah, no kidding. It's been a couple of busy years."
"So, what's your plan now?"
She sipped her wine, "Need to get back on the quest. We have a couple of weak leads, but it's worth a try," before she frowned, "…If you weren't hurt, I might have asked for a favour with that. Scrying and artefacts, kind of your thing."
I owed Alexis more than I could possibly say, fixing my eye was just the latest in a long line. Sure, I saved her a time or two, but that hardly compared to helping to save my world.
I looked over at Sheila. She looked back at me before she sighed and nodded.
"We'll help," I said and leaned back in my seat before I smiled, "I may be fairly armless at the moment, but I have some ideas about that. Besides, don't need to be all that all hands on deck to be able to scry and do research."
"…Did you just…" Alexis started before she pinched the bridge of her nose, "of course you did."
She then shook her head, "I can't ask that of you. And I can't wait a month for you to get back."
"You're not asking. We're offering," I told her, "We can handle it."
Alexis groaned and looked at Sheila, "…Seriously, you married this?"
Sheila just kind of sighed.
I grinned at her, "I have other good qualities to make up for it."
She shook her head with a sigh before she frowned at me, "Are you sure you want to do this? It may take months! And there is no guarantee we will succeed."
"Owe you that and more," I told her, "As for my arm… I have some ideas until I can get it healed. You have a pirate ship, do you have… seven of your archaic American pounds of silver onboard?"
"I think we can dig that much up."
AN// Unbetaed.