The Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead (CH 7) [OOPS]

All Characters and setting were inspired by the Out of Placers webcomic (OOPS) and world created by Valsalia
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The Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead (Out of Placers, smut, romance, violence, femdom, pirates, drugs, fanfiction)
by Teether


Chapter 7


>The hollow creak of the stairs follows your every step as you as you make your way onto the deck of the S.S. Firehead
>The night is cool and the air smells of salt and stale blood
>You quickly notice that all the bodies from the Firehead now adorn the deck of the enemy ship in a pile
>The Firehead still slowly wades alongside the ship of death
>You see all of the Firehead crew on deck, staring silently at you and the small yinglet bundled in your arms
>You asked her not to come, telling her that she’s still too weak
>That only made her more determined to go
>You see Habbick walking over from the enemy ship on one of the main boarding planks, all the grapple hooks from earlier bundled over his right shoulder and a lit torch in his left hand
>Habbick barks at the last remaining yinglets on the enemy ship to pick up the pace
>You squint at the other ship, seeing a couple yinglets frantically pouring an oily liquid from bladders onto the deck
>You take a deep breath, the air now thick with the smell of lamp oil
>Habbick barks again as the yinglets throw down the bladders and scamper across the boarding planks back onto the Firehead
>After the last yinglet leaps onto the Firehead’s deck they pull the boards, letting them fall into the waters below with a splash
>Habbick throws the heavy grappling hooks down with a clatter before walking to the front of the crew
>Habbick motions for you to come over, pointing at a spot next to him
>You walk over and kneel down, letting the feeble looking yinglet climb down out of your arms
>Freylah stands up straight with her torn jacket open on her shoulders
>Her legs wobble a bit as the light breeze makes it hard for her to stand
>Habbick comes over and grunts off a couple sentences as Freylah nods before he stands back again at her side
>Freylah stands up straight again, bracing herself on your leg for a moment before facing the crowd
>You look over the crowd as your eyes adjust to the moonlight and the flickering of the torch
>You expected cheering and the usual yinglet goofiness but this…..this was different
>All the faces are filled with sadness; you see a few crying and some holding each other for comfort but most remain still as stone
>”Brozhers! You fought valiantly and squashed our attackers like bugs underneazh our feet!” yells Freylah over the crowd
>You see some of the eyes from the crowd light up a bit
>”We swooped in and showed zhem what yinglets are made of! By destroying zhis nuisance we only bolster our name to ze winds!” said Freylah raising her fists
>You see other yinglets in the crowd raise their fists as well
>”We have skinned zheir ship’s treasures head to toe and taken what is rightfully ours! As long as we are out here we will be feared and we will stand strong!”
>Some more eyes brighten as nods and cheers start
>”We will not forget zhose brozhers zhat were lost! For zhey have made us who we are today. It is wizh zhese plundered treasures zhat we remember zhem and zheir sacrifice. “ says Freylah sweeping her arms over the crowd and almost losing her balance
>More cheers go up as Habbick comes over and hands off the burning torch to Freylah
>”NOW LET’S BURN ZHIS SHIT TO ZE GROUND!” yells Freylah holding the trembling torch over her head
>The crowd bursts into cheers as Freylah turns to the other ship
>Her footing wavers as you try to help her keep her balance
>As she pulls back for the throw she winces in pain and drops the torch
>You quickly scoop it off the deck
>”Go on Fetu, quickly, zhrow ze damn zhing” says Freylah gritting her teeth in pain as she cradles her left side
>You pull back and throw the torch across the gap, landing squarely in a pile of debris and oil bladders
>At first nothing happens but soon the torch catches one of the bladders, exploding in a ball of flames and setting the rest of the deck ablaze
>You expected cheering to come from the crowd but as you turn around all you see is the crowd completely still
>Most stare at the fire, some stare at you, all of the faces illuminated by the watery blaze
>You feel a small tug on your pants leg
>You look down to see Freylah shivering as she tries to pull the broken front of her jacket closer together for warmth
>”I am ready to go back Fetu” you hear her tremble
>You pick the yinglet back up into your arms and walk back towards the deck hatch
>You look on at the crowd; resuming their quiet and sorrowful looks from earlier
”What are they doing? I’d thought they’d be thrilled to burn that ship”
>”Zhey’re mourning Fetu” mumbled Freylah
> You catch yourself almost about to blurt out  “…but they’re yinglets”
>”We all mourn…” Freylah mumbles before quickly falling asleep in your arms
>You take one last look back at the crowd staring silently as you close the hatch


>The next week passes by with the same rigmarole as before, like nothing had even happened except for the vast amount of treasures, spices, and goods now overflowing from the hull
>Everyday you wake up and help Freylah get ready for the day by changing her bandages, bathing her, etc
>You are now Freylah’s official legs, carrying her around the ship so she can give out orders and complete her duties
>When you first suggested carrying her the morning after the attack, Freylah protested, insisting that she is strong enough to make the rounds on her own
>She took two steps before collapsing onto the floor of her cabin
>She relented as you scooped her up in your arms, grumbling under her breath with her arms crossed
>All the crew seemed to rejoice at seeing their captain out and around so soon, happy to know that she is still with them
>Even Habbick seemed pleased with you helping Freylah, giving you a curt nod as you passed him on the deck
>The days passed along relatively cool and sweet as the Firehead sailed along the coastline bordering Val Salia and the Southlands, looking for the next closest enclave for supplies and new recruits
>You feel distant, never having been out at sea or Val Salia for this long,
>You feel like you’ll never come along a settlement, just miles and miles more of endless coast
>You can tell the crew is beginning to get stir-crazy as well but the day finally comes
>”Mur enclave approaching!” you hear a squeaky voice yell from the lookout above
>You squint your eyes and look over at the coastline on the right
>You see the largest yinglet enclave you’ve ever imagined in the distance
>You can make out hundreds of small grass domes with one giant grass dome in the center with hundreds of little dots running around between the buildings
>Before the enclave is a long marshy stream filled with all different grasses and shrubs and before that, a long stretch of forest that seems to go on forever inland
>The Firehead sails through deep waters up to a sheer cliffs edge, dropping a boarding plank down on its rocky surface
>The crew spill forth out into the southlands with cheer and frenzy, many of them dropping to the ground and rolling around in the grass and dirt
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll get lost or wonder off?” you say to Freylah in your arms as you walk down the plank
>”Nah, zhese are some of ze richest and most well-fed yinglets in ze world, zhey know where zheir treasure lies. Besides, it’s good for zhem to stretch zheir legs”
“Uh huh” you say looking around at the yinglet’s rough housing and chasing each other, trying to burn off all the “yinglet-ness” they’ve professionally been bottling up
>You step off the plank in front of the intimidatingly thick forest
>Freylah tugs on your shirt, “Would you mind letting me down Fetu?”
>A pang of worry goes through you, “Will you be alright?”
>Freylah gives you a peck on the neck, “I’ll be fine wizh my cabin boy by my side”
>You smile as you lower Freylah to the ground
>Freylah stands straight up and stretches out her back before taking off her doublet coat and tying it around her waist, leaving her top half exposed except for the fresh bandages wrapping her torso and shoulder
>”You still got zhose empty sacks wizh you?” she says stretching her arms over her head
>You nod, holding out the bags, “Yeah, but what are they for?”
>”We’re going foraging” says Freylah with a smile pointing towards the forest
>You’ve never been in a forest in your life, you’ve never left the walls of Valsalia before
>never
>never
>You feel Freylah’s small hand grab your own and pull you towards the forest, “Come on!” she says impatiently
>A tingle goes up your spine as the yinglet leads you into the depths of the forest

>The air reeks of dew covered moss and fresh pine wood as a light mist covers the ground
>All the sights and smells of this place feel so foreign
>No bustling crowds of people, no smell of rotting fruit, no bony starving yinglets rushing from one stall to another to beg, no open ocean
>Just miles and miles of trees in all directions
>It’s all so terrifying and alien
>You feel defenseless, imagining at any moment a wild animal pouncing on the two of you and tearing you to shreds
>You keep close to Freylah as she walks steadily through the brush
>Freylah cruises nimbly under the vines hanging from the canopy overhead and hopping over fallen trees with ease
>You clamber slowly, branches smacking you in the face and chest the whole way
>You’re about as graceful as a newly born calf
>Freylah makes frequent stops, waiting patiently for you to catch up as she taps her foot
>You eventually pull out your short sword in frustration, hacking away at the vines to ease up your progress through the woods
>Freylah continues on into the woods until she comes to a giant mass of fallen trees
>The canopy above lets in a giant ring of sunlight from overhead, illuminating the soft forest floor
>You see Freylah walk up to the mass of fallen giants as she waves you over
>”Open a bag for me Fetu” says Freylah
>You walk up to her as you notice all the logs are covered in tons of black, wrinkled, fleshy mushrooms looking akin to wrinkly mummified ears
>You open up one of the burlap sacks as Freylah rapidly snaps off mushrooms and tosses them into the bag
“Why are you collecting these gross things? You don’t actually eat these do you?” you say staring into the sack of rotten flesh chunks
>”Bleh, no of course not. Zhey’re called corpse ears. A main ingredient in ze poison I make. Zhey taste about as good as zhey look” said Freylah sticking out her tongue as she continued harvesting
>You pick up one of the mushrooms from the sack and give it a sniff, nearly gagging
>It smells like fermented puke
>”I wouldn’t touch zhem if I were you. Zhey’re super poisonous to humans” said Freylah
”You actually ate one of these things? Why?” you say dropping the mushroom back into the sack before wiping your hand on your pants leg
>”Desperation, I’ve eaten my fair share of discarded trash back in Val Salia. Desperation will make almost anyzhing edible Fetu, even corpse ears” says Freylah dumping the last handful into the sack
>You think back to all the times you fended for scraps in Val Salia
>Even then, on the brink of starvation, you don’t think you’d eat a corpse ear
>”Here tie zhat off and lets move on. We still have a lot more ground to cover.” Says Freylah brushing off her hands and continuing further into the forest
>You tie off a knot in the bag and hike it over your shoulder
>The stale puke smell pours from the bag and surrounds your entire air space
>You feel queasy as you hold your breath before trudging on after Freylah
>You hear a loud branch snap behind you
>You quickly turn around, scanning the treeline behind you
>Nothing, just the eerie swaying of the felled vines you cut earlier
>”Fetu!” you hear Freylah call out
>You slowly turn, keeping an eye over your shoulder as you follow after Freylah

>For the next couple hours you and Freylah forage for various nuts and fruits in the forest
>You wonder to yourself how many of these alien-looking things are actually edible for humans
>Every once in a while your concentration is broken by a noise
>Freylah stares at you concerned, “Fetu, what is it?”
“I keep getting the feeling that we’re being watched…..you don’t think this forest is…..you know……haunted?” you say staring off into a row of trees to your right
>”The forest can do funny things to a mind” said Freylah coolly as she throws another armful of berries into your sack
“I am not seeing things! This is real!” you snap
>Freylah gives you a skeptical look, crossing her arms
>She cups her hands to her mouth, “Anyone out zhere! Monsters? Ghosts? Forest-folk? Come on out and show your face!”
>You hear rustling overhead in the canopy but otherwise silence as the bugs and frogs close up at the sound of Freylah’s voice
>You glare down at Freylah as she casually shrugs before moving on, ”If somezhing wants us, zhey’ll show zheir face eventually. Come on Fetu”
>You huff as you feel some nuts fall from the canopy onto your head
>You look up, nothing except some swaying branches
*Just my imagination…. Just like Freylah said…..
>You take a couple steps before hearing a whispered voice mutter, “human……”
>You spin around, trying to look in all directions at once, nothing in sight
>You quickly rush up beside Freylah, your hand on the hilt of your sword, ready for whatever waits in the shadows

>After a bit more foraging and three sacks full of goods, Freylah shepherds you out of the forest as you breath a sigh of relief, feeling the oppressive weight of the claustrophobic canopy lift off your shoulders
>Sweat drips from your forehead as the two of you continue towards the long swamp stream
>You can see the large enclave off in the distance on the other side of the stream
>The ground feels spongy under your feet as the smell of decaying swamp muck fills your nostrils
>You lay the sacks on the ground as you take a breather
>Freylah jumps into the swamp stream, teeming with tall grasses covered in a light blue powder
>Freylah grabs a fistful of grass and yanks it from the muck, splashing herself with the smelly gunk as a cloud of blue powder puffs out from her hands
“What the hell do we need swamp grass for?” you say
>”I need it for healzhy juice. You know zhat oily elixir I gave you for your hangover?” said Freylah ripping another fistful up before laying them by your feet to put into the sack
>You stuff the grass into the sack as Freylah pushes on pulling more and more grass
>”It takes a lot of powder grass to make even a small amount of ze elixir” said Freylah through heavy panting
>You watch, Freylah’s arm and back muscles straining as she continues down the stream pulling up more and more powder grass bundles
>You call out to her, “Freylah, don’t push yourself! Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”
>Freylah ignores the first part, “No, I know what to look for. I got zhis” you hear her yell back through labored panting
>You follow after Freylah, hauling up the grass bundles she leaves behind as you mutter, “stubborn….”
>Suddenly, you hear the rushing pitter of tiny feet coming towards you
>You turn around to see nothing, just the forest in the distance
*Come on Fetu…. It’s just in your head
>You turn back as you feel a small spear tip jab you in the stomach
“Ow!” you grab your stomach as you look down to see two very small black yinglets covered in black rags and holding spears to your torso
>”Stop in ze name of Mur and ze holy matriarch Bei-rill!” peeped one of the yinglets in the toughest voice the little squeeker could manage
>You easily break their spears in two with one swipe from your sword before rushing around the two little pint sizers towards Freylah
>You see a large female yinglet completely clothed in a dark silken robe on the opposite side of the stream looking down at Freylah, only her sand colored face and green eyes poke out through the garb
>The large female yinglet holds a long spear adorned with trinkets and feathers, the curved blade at the end covered in dried blood
>”Such disregard for common decency…tsk…tsk….” You hear the yinglet say in a snobby yet smooth velvet tone to Freylah
>Freylah ignores the female yinget as she continues to pull powder grass
>”Can you not hear me? Are you dumb in ze head sister? Is zhat why you leave your chest out on display? Hmmm? Is zhat why you are doing ze work of males?” said the female following down the stream beside Freylah
>Freylah continues to ignore the female
>The female swings her long staff around to Freylah’s neck as she takes another fistful of grass
>”I will not be ignored by some indecent whore. Where is your enclave? Why are you stealing from our land?” said the dark clad figure with scorn
>You quickly run up alongside Freylah, short sword drawn as the two smaller yinglets from earlier try to catch up to you
>”Ah! A human! Tell me, where is ze captain to your ship? I must insist you all leave at as possible. Zhis land belongs to me, Matriarch Bei-rill and my enclave” said Bei-rill with an air of superiority
>The two smaller yinglets finally catch up to you, just as you jump into the mucky stream beside Freylah, “Lady Freylah is both my captain and matriarch. Now lower your spear”
>Bei-rill did not lower her spear, instead squinting her eyes with intense hatred towards Freylah before letting out a short laugh, “Zhis one? A captain? A matriarch? No, I zhink not. I see not a drop of decency in zhis one. Garbage. Deviant. Flagrant. Whore-“
>Freylah in a flash pulls her daggers and slashes Bei-rill’s spear to the side before jumping out of the stream
>Before Bei-rill can react Freylah gets up to Bei-rill’s chest and puts the dagger blades to her neck
>Freylah leans in to Bei-rill, “Call me a fucking whore one more time…”
>You can see a line of red specks begin to form on Freylah’s back bandages
>”Zhink before you act next sister. You may be able to pretend to be a captain but you are not a matriarch. You disgrace us all with your presence”
>You look past Bei-rill as you see a swarm of yinglets come over crest, all with different homemade weapons or spears
>You look back towards the ship as yinglets from the Firehead come from the opposite direction
>”I am not here to start a land war” says Freylah seeing the troops from enclave Mur closing in
>”Neizher am I, but I zhink I need to teach you a little lesson in manners” said Bei-rill swiftly punching Freylah in the side of the ribs before jumping back
>Freylah stammers trying to regain her wind and stance as the troops from Mur halt their progress behind Bei-rill
>You quickly climb out of the mucky stream as you feel the two small black yinglets climbing up your body, brandishing tiny shivs in their hands
>You easily grab both yinglets by the neck and fling them into the crowd of Mur soldiers
>You take a couple steps towards the two females but Freylah holds up a hand halting you and the Firehead crew on the other side of the stream
>”No, zhis is between me and zhis cunt” says Freylah standing up as straight as she can
>The crowd of Mur troops goes into frenzy over the comment until Bei-rill raises a hand, quieting the soldiers before turning back towards Freylah
>”Ahhh so zhis is your ‘enclave’, a bunch of wayward males wizh sticks? Pazhetic” said Bei-rill taking a stance with her spear
>Freylah lets out a yell as she leaps forward, slashing her daggers sideways at Bei-rill
>Bei-rill quickly counters, smacking Freylah’s daggers to the side before knocking her upside the jaw with a sickening crack
>Freylah falls back ward before quickly getting back up, blood oozing from her mouth as she spits out a tooth
>Bei-rill sets her stance again, “Hmm you must be from ze Norzh..so soft…so stupid. Enamored wizh your own selfishness instead of ze betterance of ze enclave”
>Freylah leaps at Bei-rill again as Bei-rill quickly blocks her attack, knocking Freylah’s daggers to the ground before cracking the length of her spear across her back
>Freylah lets out a blood-curdling scream as she falls to all fours, her arms and legs shaking
>You can see Freylah’s back bandages quickly seep through with fresh blood
>Bei-rill casually walks up to Freylah, struggling to push herself back to her feet
>”Just as I zhought, nozhing more zhan a soft norzhern whore-“
>Freylah quickly flings a handful of swamp muck into Bei-rills eyes before tackling the large yinglet to the ground
>Bei-rill screams out as Freylah straddles the matriarch before laying punch after punch into Bei-rill’s face
>Bei-rills troops storm around the two as you quickly swoop in, pulling her off of the matriarch before rushing back over to the other side of the stream
>Bei-rill is helped back onto her feet by her troops as she wipes the smelly muck from here face
>A scowl etches Bei-rill’s face as she screams over to, “WHORE! Leave our land by tomorrow morning or else we will have your blood on our spears!”
>You look down at the yinglet in your arms wincing in pain as she tries to look up at the Mur army on the other side, “Not likely, you stuck up bitch!”