The Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead (CH 5) [OOPS]

The Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead (Out of Placers, smut, romance, violence, femdom, pirates, drugs, fanfiction)



All Characters and setting were inspired by the Out of Placers webcomic (OOPS) and world created by Valsalia
http://www.valsalia.com/comic/out-of-placers/oops-35-2/
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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 5 (Everything from here on out is going to be focused on plot and action. No more blatant femdom sex, implied at most)


>A loud frantic banging shakes you from your sleep
>You open your eyes to see Freylah in the same spot next to your head, calmly puffing away on what you guessed was her trillionth pipe pack of the morning
>Freylah exhales two hearty streams of smoke from her nostrils before calmly saying, “Come in”
>The door swings open as a panicked Habbick leans into the room, crossbow in hand
>”Lady Frey-“ he manages to get out before seeing Freylah lying in bed with her naked cabin boy
>The hair on the back of Habbick’s neck rises as he lets out a low growl, teeth bearing
>”Yes Habbick?” says Freylah, snapping Habbick out of his distasteful glare
>Habbick stares at you for a couple more seconds before glancing back at Freylah
>”Ship inbound Captain,” says Habbick through gritted teeth before slamming the door closed
>Freylah lets out a small chuckle before quickly knocking out her pipe’s ash and hopping off of the bed, “Come on Fetu, time to face ze music”
>You climb out of bed as Freylah dons her jacket, a grin still marking her face
“You enjoy pissing him off. Don’t you?” you say as you reluctantly slide on your crusty pants
>Freylah stops half-way through buttoning up her doublet, “What makes you zhink zhat?” she says in an innocent tone
“Habbick about went feral in the doorway from seeing the both of us. He hates humans and your blatantly fucking one.”
>”Yeah and?” said Freylah as she finished the last few buttons
“And?...I feel like I am getting some sort of weird Father-Daughther vibe going between you two and daddy doesn’t seem to approve“ you say slipping on your cold, wrinkled shirt
>”Oh? You some sort of truzh-seerer now? Need to know all ze ins and outs of my personal life?” Freylah said with obvious irritation as she puts on her dagger belts
>You walk over and pull her bundle of fire red hair out from the inside of the back of her jacket, “I don’t see why not”
>Freylah spins around, whipping her hair out of your hands, “My life isn’t just some fucking open book!”
>You pull your hands back, surprised at Freylah losing her cool for the first time in your presence
>Freylah immediately relaxes her body and sighs as she walks towards the door
>She starts to open the door as you place a hand on her left shoulder
“I am sorry, I just thought you’d want to let off some of the weight on your shoulders. You shouldn’t have to face everything alone”
>You hear Freylah let out another sigh, “Come on Fetu, we’ve got bigger zhings to worry about right now”
>Freylah opens the door the rest of the way, ushering you out into the hall
>You both continue to the deck in silence, along the way noticing the lower decks completely empty of yinglets
>As you reach the top deck your are met with the sight of a thousand yinglets, all in a large rectangle formation on the deck, each with a long wooden spear
>In front of all the yinglets stands Habbick and a couple other yinglets with crossbows at the ready
>Freylah walks over to Habbick as he fills her in with the details of the situation
>You shield your eyes from the sun as you glance around the ocean expanse
>At first you don’t see anything but eventually your eye catch another ship it in the short distance behind the S.S. Firehead
>You feel a blunt rod whack you in the stomach; you jump from the shock and surprise
>You look down to see Habbick holding a wooden spear identical to those of the yinglet formation
>”Stupid skin. Take spear. Fight” He grumbles before throwing it at your feet
>For a second you think Habbick wants to fight you before he walks off back to the rest of the crossbow yinglets
>You pick up the wooden spear, its finely hone tip glazed over with an odd sheen
>You go to stick your finger on the glaze before your arm is tugged down by the elbow of your sleeve
>You look down to see Freylah glaring, ”Fetu do you have a deazh wish?”
“What?”
>”All ze spears and blades here are coated in poison. Did you already forget zhat?” said Freylah judgmentally
“I thought you were bluffing”
>Freylah huffs at you, “I was not. I made ze poison myself. It’ll paralyze a human within a couple seconds and kill within minutes”
>You hold the spear a couple feet further from your body
“So how come your not worried about a thousand yinglets running around with these things?”
>Freylah crossed her arms and gives you a flat look, “I trust my crew, and also it doesn’t work on yinglets”
“How’dcha figure that one out?” you say with a smug grin
>”Some of ze fresher recruits we got one time stuck the spear tips in zheir mouzhs” said Freylah with a mumble finishing with, “idiots”
>”SHIP INBOUND!” you hear Habbick yell
>Freylah runs over to the right side of the ship, picking a grapple from the railing
>You look over the side of the ship to see a vessel similar in size to the Firehead coming within a hundred feet behind
>”READY GRAPPLES!” you hear Freylah yell as a line of yinglets appear next to the right side of the ship, grappling hooks in hand
>Freylah starts spinning the grapple over her head as the others follow suit
>You hold your breath as the other vessel scraps along side the Firehead, the vessels slamming against each other like a couple of obese charging rams
>You see the rows upon rows of seamen on the enemy deck ready to fight with boarding planks and swords
*They’re also pirates
>They all start looking at one another in confusion at the yinglet army
>”GO!” Freylah yells as she cleanly launches the grappling hook over the gape between the ships and onto the enemies’ deck
>Freylah starts frantically climbing her grapple rope to the other side as
the other grapples begin to fly, digging their claws into the decks in unison
>The enemy starts dropping their boarding planks, slamming one by one onto the Firehead’s deck
>Thousands of yinglets soon follow Freylah’s lead, skittering along the ropes with immense speed like ants swarming a pile of sugar
>The enemy pirates charge over the planks as they are soon met with waves of yinglet spear men
>The situation on both ships quickly dissolves into chaos as the men are swarmed with yinglet spearmen
>You feel the urge to run, to get away from all of this. You’re a fisherman not a fighter
>You see yinglets lanced by spears and swords, while others are cast down off the planks into the water and left to scream as their lungs quickly fill with water
>You see men speared through the guts as they start to spasm, the poison quickly taking over as their guts spool out onto the deck, little voices screaming and cheering at their demise
>Your grip tightens on your spear as you begin to back away from the rapidly growing battlefield
>”AH!” you hear Freylah cry out in pain
>You look over to see her hair and face a disheveled mess, the back of her doublet split up the middle as she faces her attacker, a giant mountain of a man
>You grit your teeth as you run full speed, jumping of the railing of the Firehead towards the deck of the enemy vessel
>You come up short; just barely catching the other ship’s railing as your spear falls into the ocean below
>You hear the tiny screams of yinglets and the bloody shouts of men coming from above
>You pull yourself up and over the railing as a screaming man covered in two yinglets goes careening over the side to the dark water below
>You scan the scene as masses of yinglets continue to pour over into the deck, overwhelming the rapidly shrinking human force
>”HEY! STOP STANDING AROUND WITH YER THUMB IN YER ASS!” a guttural voice yells in your ear
>You turn around to see the most swarthy looking swashbuckler you’ve ever seen in your life
“Huh?” you say confused
>The crusty sailor growls at you as he shoves a short sword into your hands before hobbling off to join the fighting, mumbling, “Fucking lazy greenhorn pieces of….”
>You look down at the short in your hand dumbfounded
*They think I am part of their crew
>You grin as you quickly tie off the short sword’s belt around your waist
>A man falls in front of you screaming while three yinglets all stand around stabbing him relentless with little cheers of “Die! Die! Die!”
>You step over the body and sweep through the crowd, trying to spot the fire red hair amongst the swarming mass of bodies
>You hear a bloody yell come from the rear of the ship
>You run as fast as you can, leaping over bodies, dodging swords and slipping across gore as random strangers all around you call out to you for help
>You hear the bloody yell once again as you look in its direction
>You see Freylah on the back of a titanic mountain of a man, her hands grasping onto her daggers, lodged firmly in either side of the man’s collar
>The tank-like man flails his arms, trying desperately to get Freylah off his back before soon collapsing forward onto the deck with a colossal boom
>Freylah pulls her daggers from the man’s neck, panting heavily
>You notice that the twine has been cut from her bundled hair which now hangs freely while her doublet hangs open, all the buttons ripped off in a struggle
>Before you can call out to her, she opens the hatch to the lower deck and hops inside
>You get slammed to the side as a spasming sailor crashes into you, his eyes cleanly lanced out by yinglet spears
>You push the sailor back as a yinglet jumps onto his back, stabbing him repeatedly with a homemade shiv
>You rush over to the hatch and jump down to the lower deck
>You look around at the empty hull, not another person in sight. The only sound is the hundreds of feet banging overhead
>A deep heavy laugh goes up from the back of the ship, echoing through the vessels empty corridors
>You run towards the booming throaty laughter
>You follow the laughter all the way to the captain’s quarters, its already door pushed open with a tiny bloody yinglet paw print on its front
>You draw your short sword from its scabbard as you barge into the room
>You see a rather muscular but portly man sitting in a large plush leather chair in the center of the lavishly adorned room, booming like a toad
>On the ornate desk in front of him you see Freylah, both her bloody daggers drawn with one pointed at the fat man
>”I won’t….repeat myself…..again….surrender your ship…..to me….and nobody else…has to die” she pants out in a labored manner, heavy with exhaustion
>The fat man bites his bottom lip before letting out another ear-shattering volley of laughter
>Freylah winces in pain, her chest heaving with labored breath as she growls, “I am serious….dammit”
>You slowly walk towards the side of the desk, hoping not to be noticed by the boar-like man
>The man looks over at you through the corner of his eyes, “Ah! Here we are! Deckhand! Get rid of this swamp scum for me will you?” the giant wobbled through his flabby cheeks while brushing his hand towards Freylah like a pile of rancid fly riddled meat
>You don’t answer him, instead moving closer to the side of the desk, short sword still drawn
>”Yes yes, come on now, I don’t have all day” he spits at you growing impatient
>The man’s eyes grow as wide as boulders as you come beside him, tip of your short sword drawn a couple inches from his neck
”Do as she says. If you want to live you’ll surrender your ship to Lady Freylah”
>The man’s eye’s narrow as he glares towards you, “Lady Freylah?.Hmmm.......taking orders from a thieving scav I see. So? how does it feel to be lower than swamp scum?”
>You hold back the urge to skewer the man as you wait for Freylah’s order
>”Lower than the lowest filth? Hmmm?” continued the boar with sadistic joy in the creases of his eyes
>Your grip tightens on your sword
>”Lower than the lowliest beast, more-“
>”SHUT UP!” snapped  Freylah, “You talk too much porker…..surrender or die…….what will it be?”
>The fat man sarcastically pauses for a moment, stroking his chin in a fake train of thought as he hums to himself
>”Dammit”, Freylah coughs as she falls to one knee, propping herself with her right dagger
>You look over as you notice blood dripping from Freylah’s back onto the desk
>The fat captain takes the moment of distraction and pulls a long dagger from his side holster
>As you turn your eyes back towards the fat man, he quickly slashes your hand causing you to drop the short sword
>The fat man turns away from you towards Freylah as she feebly tries to stand back on her feet
>Blood oozes from your right hand as you dive down, grabbing at your short sword with you left hand
>The fat man grabs the long dagger with both hands and brings it up over his head, plunging the blade down towards Freylah’s head
>Your vision goes blood red as you leap forward, plunging the short sword completely to the hilt into the fat man’s armpit
>The fat man screams dropping the dagger tip first into the floor as he flops backwards into the leather chair
>Freylah pounces onto the fat man’s chest as his eyes bulge at her with fear
>She takes both her daggers and with a victorious scream, plunges both up through the base of his skull
>The fat man garbles in pain as a waterfall of blood pours from his bulbous lips
>Freylah twists the blades with a firm jerk as the fat man flails widely in pain
>The giant leather chair creeks as the monolithic beast tilts back from the fat man’s rocking
>The chair collapses backwards onto the floor with bang that shakes the entire room
>Freylah tumbles forward over the fat man’s face along with her daggers, covered in gore
>Freylah lays on her back, panting again as the final grunts pathetically whimper from the fat man
>As the shelves and trinkets stop shaking, Freylah rolls over, leaving a tiny blood spot in her wake
>She tries desperately to prop herself up with her daggers once again
>Her arms wobble like a new born calf before she falls forward onto the floor, daggers scattering at her sides
>You walk over to Freylah as she tries feebly to push herself up off the floor before collapsing again
>You scoop Freylah up in your arms before retrieving her daggers and pulling your short sword out of the fat man’s side
>”Fetu…” Freylah mutters as she tries to refocus her eyes on your face
“Try to relax, I am going to get us out of here” you say leaving the captain’s quarters and running down the empty corridor to the stairs
>”Leave? I can’t leave! My crew needs me” said Freylah trying to sit-up in your arms before falling back
“You already did enough, getting yourself killed isn’t going to help them” you say walking up the steps and out onto the deck
>Freylah mumbles something incoherent in response
>You look around at the ship decks
>Hundreds of yinglet bodies are strewn about along with about half as many men
>You look over to your right and see a handful of men lying on the deck as they are surrounded by yinglets pointing spears at their backs
>”Freylah?” you hear the grizzly voice of Habbick call out next to you
>You look to your left to see Habbick climbing off one of the planks and onto the enemy deck, loaded crossbow in hand
>Habbick walks over as you lean down, showing him the curled up Freylah in your arms
>He glares at you for a second before lightly softening his gaze and nodding
>”Get her back. I finish” said Habbick with a worried look on his face
>You nod back at him, surprised at the lack of tongue lashing as you climb onto one of the planks, carefully balancing to get over to the other side
>Half way across the plank you hear the familiar cursing of the swarthy swashbuckler from earlier, ”Get your fucking thieving little paws off me!”
>You turn around, looking back at the handful of captive men, all resigned to their fates except the swashbuckler
>Habbick stands next to the swashbuckler, one paw on his back while the other points the crossbow at his head
>”Can’t you rats fuckin-“ says the swashbuckler before a bolt from Habbick’s crossbow tears into the side of the man’s head, killing his instantly
>You see the rest of the men suddenly over taken by a look of terror as Habbick redraws the bow
>You turn, trying to get away from the scene as quickly as possible
*I am a fisher man not a fighter
>You hear cheers pour from the crowd of yinglets all calling for more death
*You did kill. You’re one of them.
>You shake the thought from your head as you descend into the bowels of the Firehead
*Lower than swamp scum
>You shake your head as you open the door to the Captain quarters
>You look down at the yinglet in your arms clinging to your chest
 “Guess I am swamp scum then…” you say with a smile before closing the door behind you