The Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead (CH 8) [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 8


“What!? You can’t be serious!”
>”I am” said Freylah simply as she sat up on her bed with a fresh set of bandages and a resealed back
>Habbick ushers the other yinglets out of the room before turning to Freylah with anger, “You stubborn! Get self killed!”
>”You know me better zhan zhat old man. It’ll be just a quick in and out. Zhat big cloaked bitch won’t even know I was zhere” said Freylah hopping down from the bed to the floor and donning a small black cloak
>Habbick rakes a hand over his face and sighs loudly in frustration
“Did you even see the size of that enclave? Just one wrong move and you’ll be surrounded in minutes. You might as well be kicking a beehive” you say already knowing that your words were hitting a wall
>Habbick looks over at you with his arms crossed as he gives you a hearty grunt and nod
*Was that his way of agreeing with me? Habbick? Agreeing with me?
>”Skin right. Lady Freylah walking to death.” Said Habbick turning back towards Freylah as she dons her daggers
>A moment of silence passes with no response as Freylah pulls a long iron bar from the trunk at the foot of the bed
>Freylah slings the iron bar on her shoulder as she walks towards the door
>Both you and Habbick stand in the doorway, arms crossed
>”What is zhis? A mutiny?” chuckled Freylah in a stern manner without looking at either of you
>You could see the sting of those words as Habbick drooped his arms back at his sides
>”No mutiny. Just worry. Just care. Please, no go Freylah.” Said Habbick in the most defeated voice you’ve ever heard the old salt produce
“Freylah please” you say lamely
>”Out of my way, now” said Freylah sternly
>Habbick steps aside leaving you by yourself in the doorway
>Freylah glares up into your eyes
>You see the tunnel-visioned glare of determination in her eyes
>Nothing you could say will change her mind
>You step aside from the doorway
>Freylah quickly opens the door and slams it behind her leaving you and Habbick alone
>You hear Habbick stomp a foot and grit his teeth as he clenches his fist
>For a couple minutes you stand numb, trying to process what to do next
>You see Habbick stomping around the corner of the room muttering poorly worded curses under his breath
>A jolt goes through your mind as you run to the side of the bed and grab your short sword
>You run over to the door, swinging it open as you feel Habbick grab the side of your shirt
>”Bring her back. One piece. I keep watch.” Said the old yinglet
>You nod and quickly head off towards the stairs hoping it wasn’t too late to catch up to Freylah

>The night is dark as you sprint across the deck of the Firehead and over the boarding plank
>You look around and see the black figure of Freylah moving swiftly in the direction of the swamp stream
>You rush down into the grass and off towards the rapidly disappearing silhouette
>As you get close, you slip on swamp muck, falling back while nearly slide tackling Freylah into the dirt
>Freylah drops the metal bar and pulls her daggers about to strike down on you before you put your hands up in front of your face
“Woah! Freylah! Its me!” you say as Freylah sheaths her daggers and picks the metal bar back off the ground
>”Fetu, go back to zhe ship” Freylah says in stern voice
“I am not letting you do this alone. I am not letting you get yourself killed for some petty revenge” you say standing up and trying to brush some swamp muck from your legs
>”You zhink zhat’s what zhis is all about? Petty revenge?” says Freylah gritting her teeth
“Well, yeah? You got your ass handed to you and you want pay back by stealing from them. Sounds pretty straight forward to me” you say shrugging
>”Its more zhan just zhat Fetu…” gritted Freylah again
“Make me understand then” you say
>Freylah stares into your eyes for a bit before sighing, “Bei-rill didn’t just beat me, she ripped whatever last bit of confidence my crew had in me. She embarrassed me in front of my already weakened crew.”
“But wait, you just told me earlier that your crew wouldn’t stray from you, that they’re too well fed and paid”
>”I am talking about yinglet nature here Fetu. It has nozhing to do wizh loyalty. When yinglets see leadership falter even in zhe slightest, zhey tend to run, scatter, get as far away as possible. It’s survival instincts Fetu. Yinglets like all creatures fear uncertainty. First, our massive loss on zhe water and now zhey see zheir feeble captain beat down by anozher female. I wouldn’t blame any of my crew for getting shifty feet”
”So what does that have to do with you going on a suicide mission to sneak into the Mur’s grand hall?”
>”If I can bring back some sort of grand treasure from zhat snobby fuck village zhan maybe, just maybe, I can restore some faizh in my crew just long enough to hold out for zhe rest of our journey”
“Are you sure? Maybe all this worrying is just being cooked up in your head?” you say pointing to the side of your skull
>Freylah glares at you through the dark, the reflection of the moonlight skipping off her eyes
>You get the feeling that was a bad question
>Freylah continues off past you towards the stream, jumping in and crossing to the other side
>You quickly follow after Freylah, walking in silence as the large grass domes of Mur can be seen in the distance

>Mur felt like another enigma
>As the two of you ducked from one small grass dome to another, something became clear
>The whole village was symmetrical and extremely well designed with the grand hall in the middle and smaller domes around it
>Nothing like a yinglet enclave at all
>Most enclaves were disorganized messes barely able to put a ramshackle roof over their heads and food in their stomachs
>This felt like it was designed by a professional
>Or at least a ginormous tight ass
>As you get closer to the main hall you spot a couple of guards over by the entrance and a couple lit torches on the parameter but nothing overwhelming
*Overconfidence makes for poor security
>You eventually make your way to the back of the grand hall, not a guard or torch in sight
>You run your hands along the wall
>The walls seem to be made of stripes of thin wood adhered to stripes of a large local grass, probably for waterproofing
>well crafted and impressive for yinglet standards
>You begin to hear a slow cracking and grinding noise
>You look over to see Freylah wedging the long iron bar in between the slates of wood and popping them quickly off one by one till there’s a yinglet sized hole for her to walk through
>Freylah enters the hole as you quickly crawl after on your hands and knees
>You stand up and look around what you can only describe as a temple overflowing with pile upon piles of trinkets and the walls draped with beautifully designed tapestries
*What are these? Offerings?
>You look over to see a stepped altar on the far end of the room flanked by doors and candles on either side
>Freylah walks past the piles of trinkets and straight up to the main altar
>As you get closer you can see what caught Freylah’s eye
>A large gold death mask cast of some yinglet’s face
“Is that really gold? In a yinglet enclave? Gold?”
>Freylah shushes you before grabbing the mask and trying to lift it off the table
>Freylah’s muscles quiver with exhaustion as she tries again and again
*We’ll at least we know why no one ever stole it.
>You put a hand on Freylah’s shoulder and move her off to the side as you pick the mask up with both hands
>The mask is heavy even for you. You examine the crude piece in your hands
*Was he a local hero or something? How do yinglets get their hands on so much gold? How do they even melt it?
>You feel a light kick to the side of your leg
>You look down to see Freylah jabbing frantically towards the hole in the wall
*Time to leave
>Just as the two of you take a couple steps off the altar you hear a familiar voice
>”You! Drop zhat right now! Guards!” yells Bei-rill as she walks into the temple from a side door
>Without any hesitation Freylah runs full speed towards the unarmed Matriarch and swings the long iron bar at the Matriarch’s left leg
>With a sickening snap, the Matriarch’s leg breaks sideways
>The Matriarch collapses on to the ground screaming as Freylah throws down the bar and spits at her
>”YOU WHORE! YOU SCUM! YOU-“ Bei-rill screams out after Freylah as she runs back over towards you, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the hole
>Freylah jumps through as you quickly crawl after her, still gripping the giant lump of gold in your hands
>As you get to your feet you can see guards rushing in from the left and the right trying to box you in on both sides
>The only path directly in front of you is a small grass dome
>Without thinking you scoop Freylah up under your left arm and the gold mask in your right
>You rush as fast as you can towards the flimsy hut and burst through the front door
>The thin front door shatters into hundreds of splinters as you leap over a small center table and scare the life out of a couple of yinglets sleeping in a tiny bed
>You hear more shouts from outside as you run again, smashing through the back wall to outside
>You sprint for dear life as more and more Mur soldiers follow you in pursuit, all shouting and screaming for your death
>You spit out a mouthful of blood as it flows from your nose and down the back of your throat
>Multiple times in pursuit, the Mur soldiers try to head you off but each time you smash through another house or skirt barely around, all the time keeping your pace and avoiding spears
>Finally, you make to the edge of the enclave, racing down the hill as fast as you can as the Mur soldiers nip at your heels
>You rush towards the stream, almost slipping on swamp muck multiple times before leaping in a single bound over the stream
>You dig your toes firmly into the dirt and muck and try for one last push to the Firehead
>The stream seems to slow some of the Mur soldiers down but they quickly follow after you
>Your breath begins to strain as Freylah and the mask weigh you down, each step a conscious and labored effort
>The Mur soldiers almost close the gap as you struggle up the cliff and onto the boarding plank
>”DOWN NOW!” you hear Habbick roar as you dive onto the deck of the Firehead, holding Freylah underneath you to shield her from any wayward spears
>You look over to see a volley of crossbow bolts eviscerate the Mur troops on the cliff, many screaming and spilling off into the rocky waters below
>You see some of the Firehead crew push the boarding plank into the water as they cheer and chant the return of their captain
>Another couple volleys of bolts fly into the remaining troops left on shore as they retreat back towards the stream
>You can feel the Firehead slowly cast off from the main shore, leaving the dead and dying Mur troops littered across the shore and cliff in gory display
>”Are you ok Fetu?” you hear Freylah say as she crawls out from underneath you
“I think I still got all my organs….wait a second” you say as you pat and count different parts of your body
”…two…three.….yeah that’s still good. No holes. Yup they’re all accounted for” you say wiping some more blood from your nose
>Freylah lets out a small laugh as she tries to help you sit up
>You sit the heavy golden mask in your lap as you look up at Freylah
>”It’s your treasure Fetu. You’re zhe one who hauled it all zhe way back here. You should announce it as your claim to zhe crew” said Freylah holding your chin and dabbing away some blood from your upper lips with the sleeve of her robe
“But…you’re the one who wanted it. You’re the one that wanted to go on this little journey in the first place” you say confused
>”I know…but if you hadn’t been zhere I would have been killed….I almost got bozh of us killed. You deserve it…all of it” said Freylah lowering her head
>You get to your feet and barely manage to hold the death mask over your head for the entire crew to see
>”QUIET! LISTEN TO SKIN!” you hear Habbick bellow from the back of the crowd
>Suddenly hundreds upon hundreds of eyes all quietly and attentively turn towards you as you stand dumbly with the mask
*Is this how Freylah feels?
>”Look everyone….” Your words feel dry in your mouth
>You look around at all the small yinglet faces
>You look down at your side, Freylah standing with a sullen look in her eyes
”Look at what Lady Freylah has brought to us! She has graced our holds with a fabulous golden treasure of immeasurable wealth! Snatched from right underneath the nose of the wretched matriarch Bei-rill! With this we shall prosper! With this we shall grow!”
>The crowd bursts into cheers of “Freylah! Freylah! Freylah!”
>You lower the mask to your left hand and look down a Freylah
>A smile grows across her face as she reaches out her left hand and grabs your right
>She leans into your side as she watches the crowd
>”Oh Fetu…..” she says


>”FREYLAH! FREYLAH! FREYLAH! FREYLAH!”