Her thoughts were interrupted by a large splash on her portside. She remembered stories her mother told her as a child of creatures that lurked in the Sea of Thieves, with one of them being a sea beast called the Megalodon. She jumped as she saw what seemed like a giant shark-like creature briefly surface before diving under her ship. As unnerving as it was, she tried not to let it get to her as she pushed on. As she sailed, she could see the wrecks of many ships, ranging from sloops to full galleons. Once it was secured, she grabbed the ropes for the sails and unravelled them before hurrying over to the wheel, guiding the ship away from the island and through the lanterns. Stella huffed and puffed as she raised the anchor. “Nana, I…you see…I gotta…” Stella tried to come up with an excuse but was shot down by the woman slowly shaking her head, “Stella, I know you want to follow your mother out into the Sea of Thieves but you’re still too young.” Stella let out a sigh of defeat as she turned around to face an elderly woman clad in a brown dress, that looked like it had been sewn and patched up over many years of use, who smiled sadly down at her. Just as she was about to push the boat into the water, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Clad in a raincoat, trousers and boots with a fake pirate hat on, she gazed out at the horizon with a determined expression. A young girl with shoulder length, dark brown hair with frosted tips, ice blue eyes, and tanned, freckled skin. She let out a sigh as she finally got the boat near the water’s edge. That and the sound of a 10-year-old quietly grunting as she dragged what seemed to be a make-shift dinghy with a sail attached to it and a rock tied with rope, serving as an anchor or sorts. All was silent aside from the slight crunching of sand accompanied by the sound of wood carefully being dragged across it. The sky was clear and starry as the waves calmly lapped at sandy shores. Azura placed a hand over her chest where her heart would be as a faint blue glow shone through her coat. It wasn’t marked on any of her navigator’s maps. “Prepare to dock!” Azura yelled before staring intently at the island. “Land ho!” A crewmate cried from the crow’s nest as the silhouette of an island appeared through the thick rainfall, a large peak piecing the thundering clouds. “Should be dead ahead, captain!” he replied in a slight Icelandic accent. “Skuggi, how much farther?” she yelled over the storm at a figure glad in purple robes, shaggy black hair tousled and drenched as grey eyes glanced up at his captain. This woman is Azura Icewind, captain of the Glacial Dragons. Bright almost glowing blue eyes pierced through the gloom as she struggled to keep her galleon steady in the battering winds. She had long flowing auburn hair that reached past her waist and faded to an icy blue about halfway down, as if half of her hair was frozen, and tanned skin adorned with glowing blue markings that were occasionally visible through breaks between her gloves and along her neck. At the wheel was a middle-aged woman in an ice blue fur-lined coat with ice crystals seeming to emerge from the shoulders, matching boots and gloves and navy pants. Combined with the howling wind, it was nearly impossible for the crew of the Icebreaker to hear their captain barking out orders. A flash of lightning tore through the dark clouded sky as thunder seemed to be constantly rumbling overhead.
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