The Sifter: The Sifter, #1

By Willow Underwood

Born to a den of thieves and pirates, Skylar's penchant for theft earns her a brilliant diamond. But when she's reported to a guild of hunters, she's forced to flee her home. Her adventures take her to countless perils as a curse endangers her life, and the rescue of the world's savior rests in her hands.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Willow Underwood
• Release date: Nov 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393516019

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Chapter One: A Girl and Her Diamond

No one would have believed the allure of a diamond and the greed of a woman would ultimately decide the fate of the world. Of course, greed was commonplace, if not expected on the Island of Shields, which was known for everything but the protective bucklers that guarded life and limb. Here, Shields was home to the most vile, virulent, and vagrant outlaws the world of Arkelos had ever seen. It was their refuge, their haven, a place the law, nor anyone with any sort of common sense, would dare tread. For somewhere so filled with selfishness and vanity, it was a most ironic choice of fate to pluck a most unlikely soul.

In the heart of the island was an open dome-like harbor, the only entrance being a small twisting narrow ravine to the ocean. The buildings were crafted from old deconstructed ships, which all had seen their years at sea. Many served as a local tavern or shop, one of which was Creedy’s Curios, a store known by locals for swindling newcomers out of their ‘valuable’ trinkets.

Loiterers lounged near the door of the dingy store. They watched as merchants walked in and out, trailed by opportunistic cutpurses seeking to steal the pathetic money they gained from bartering. It seemed that Creedy had another victim to prey upon. His name was Irvin Molls. He was dressed just well enough that greedy hoodlums didn’t try to rip his clothes off and barter it for a night in the brothel. With his stiff, regal posture and turned-up nose he entered the shop. Two of his burly guardsmen, Leon and Max, stood outside as Irvin pulled the door open.

Hello? he peeked his head in looking into the dimly lit shop. It was filled with aisles of shelved goods, the expensive items behind glass. He turned back to his guards, Just stay there. Irvin continued in, walking to what he assumed to be the counter. Anyone here?

There was shuffling in the backroom, before creaking footsteps made their way to the front. There came Mr. Creedy, a short chubby fellow with a scraggly brown beard. Aye, what can I do for ya?

Irvin straightened out his posture, Yes, my name is Sir Irvin Molls. You’re Mr. Creedy, I imagine.

Creedy grinned, observing Irvin’s very posh, foreign accent. Aye... ye here to buy or sell?

Sell. Irvin relieved the strap on one of his bags. No honest trader wants to buy what I have to offer.

Because what ye have ain’t honest. Creedy scratched his exposed hairy belly that spilled out of his oil stained shirt.

Irvin scoffed, So what I pilfered some gems and heirlooms from the noble children in Everton. You wouldn’t believe how far I had to travel just to find someone who didn’t recognize the royal seals, or cared.

And now you’re in Shields. Mr. Creedy smiled. Well, ye came to the right place. Ain’t nothin’ I won’t buy or sell if the price is right. O’ course, I wouldn’t have came to Shields dressed like that, mate. Just because yer a degenerate like the lot of us, don’t make this a safe place to be walking ‘round in fine silks. This ain’t some wee underground Fox Exchange back alley. Yer in the heart of the bloody thing! Creedy snorted, Why, I’m surprised ye haven’t gotten yer stuff stolen on yer way here!

W-well, at least I’m safe in your shop. Irvin stammered. Creedy let out a stilted chuckle before masking it with a cough. Irvin gestured to the countertop, then to his bag. May I?

Creedy nodded and pulled up a stool to sit on. By all means.

Irvin began taking out his items to sell, ranging from chalices, crowns, gems, and other royal items. So... I’ve heard stories of the Pirate Knights of Shields. Are they true?

Mr. Creedy watched as the items were laid on the counter. He lit a few candles nearby to provide better light. Depends what ye heard.

All-powerful protectors of the Fox Exchange? Story has it they defeated the wrath of a wind goddess or some outrageous story like that. Sounds like some outlandish tales for posterity and intimidation.

Creedy raised a brow, Eh, well... it’s not exactly false.

Irvin was meticulous about his display. Everything was neatly presented. "So it is true. One of them is particularly ferocious I heard. Skylar Connor. Whole royal empire is looking for her, I hear. Supposed to be able to sink ships without loading a cannon. I heard she took her father's demon soul when he died. Now she’s just a cold-blooded killer."

A muffled woman’s voice shouted outside the door, Let me through you no-necked cretins! This is city business! A moment later, a loud thud came from the door before a young woman entered, rubbing her nose. She looked toward the two men at the counter, Thought you’d have put a pull sign up by now, Mr. Creedy.

And ye think ya’d have learned by now, Connie. That’s the second time ye’ve done it.

Connie waved in dismissal as she approached, coming closer into the light. Her strawberry-blonde hair, with sun-bleached streaks was tied into a high ponytail. She adjusted her black trenchcoat and leaned her back against the counter. Irvin couldn’t help but notice her toned and exposed midriff below her tied white-button up shirt and brown leather half-corset that wrapped around her chest. He quickly shifted his eyes away, and looked to Creedy who gave Connie an annoyed stare. She pulled from her pocket a piece of taffy wrapped in paper and tossed it into her mouth before crumpling the wrapper and tossing it behind her.

Creedy snorted, What do ya want, Connie? Ye only bring bad news, and garbage.

Connie’s tanned hands reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope, placing it on the countertop. You know you love my mail, Mr. Creedy.

Creedy sighed, Taxes... just when business was pickin’ up.

Irvin raised a finger, "Could we continue our business?"

Yes, yes... Creedy said, waving at the countertop as Irvin resumed placing his items on the counter. Connie stared with crystal blue eyes, intently focusing on Irvin the entire time, perhaps a bit too close for comfort. 

Irvin turned to look at her before shifting over, Can I help you?

She smiled and encroached on his space wrapping an arm around his shoulder, You smell like an outsider. Let me guess. Arcan? Eastwood?

Everton, actually. Irvin continued laying out his belongings.

Everton? Really! Connie began, All the way out there? Heard a good bit of wealth coming out of Everton. Out, being the operative word. Bet that’s where you got all this lot. Think yourself a proper thief?

I prefer the term confidence artist.

Ah, bit of a cheat, eh? A double-dealer? Convince a few poor saps out of their hard-earned goods and walk away calmly with a clean conscience while a man’s only means of providing for his family ends up on a dusty shelf in Mr. Creedy’s shop?

Well...

Connie smiled, It’s a real skill that is... though what happens when you get caught? You ain’t look much of a runner, to be honest. No offense.

I have men for that. Well paid men. When you make enough as I do, you don’t need to run.

Connie looked back to the door, That’d be those burly gents outside?

Irvin rolled his eyes and sighed, Yes! Now would you be so kind as to leave me to my business?

Connie nodded, All right, all right. Meant no trouble. She put a hand on Irvin’s shoulder, Just getting to know the newcomers is all. Welcome to Shields, sir! And as abruptly as she came, she left.

Irvin let out a frustrated sigh, Seriously, the audacity! Don’t they know bartering is a personal business?

Creedy gestured to the counter, This be it?

Irvin shook a finger, Oh no, I have one more thing. He reached into the bag on his back and pulled out a velvet case. This here is a fog diamond taken from one of the noble houses during a summit in Everton. I’ll tell you my good man, this gem is priceless! Behold. Irvin opened the case and faced it to Creedy who only offered a grunt. Irvin looked down to an empty case, Hm? MY DIAMOND!

Creedy scratched his beard, So that’s what she took.

That woman!? Irvin fumed, How did she—what d—That’s not possible!

Creedy shrugged. Ye ain’t the first, trust me.

Who is she? I want names!

Connie? Well, that be Skylar Connor. Creedy stated flatly.

The demon pirate?! Irvin reached over and grabbed Creedy by the collar, Don’t you toy around! You watched her steal from me!

Creedy nodded, Aye.

You said nothing!

Creedy offered a crooked smile, Weren’t my stuff. Irvin gasped in disbelief, Welcome to Shields, mate.

Irvin let go of Creedy, rushed to the door, and looked around for Skylar who was casually walking away down the wooden boardwalk. Leon! Max! Apprehend that woman this instant! She has the fog diamond! He barked to his guardsmen.

Skylar looked back hearing Irvin’s voice before rushing off. The husky men were surprisingly quick on their feet forcing Skylar to take sharp corners throughout the stacked bustling levels of the harbor. She weaved through crowds, dove through merchant stands, and used every bit of her agility to her advantage. She took a moment to look back, making a funny face at the two men who were struggling to keep up. Skylar looked to her right over the wooden walkway and down a level below where there were more shops and stores. With her black bucket boots firmly planted on the floor, she jumped down a few times her height. Strangely, she began to slow in her descent before landing. Skylar tucked and rolled before she sprung up to her feet. The two guardsmen looked over the edge and spotted Skylar who had been shaking her rear at them.

How did she do that?! asked Max.

Doesn’t matter! That diamond is our pay! Sevenfold each! insisted Leon. Jump! The two of them jumped, aiming for the same building. Skylar leapt off the roof onto the main walkway as the two brutes crashed through the roof and into the shop. The commotion drew a crowd as dust rose from the collapsed roof. A muffled and outraged voice came from within the shop, What have you done?!

Skylar dismissed the crowds. As you were, people. She turned around and  opened the door to a ruined vegetable shop. A head of cabbage rolled passed her feet. Shelves were broken in two as the groceries spilled across the floor. The two guardsmen were left in a pile of broken wooden planks and vegetables, looking up to a giant gaping hole above them. Skylar approached the splintering rubble of wood and demolished vegetables with a pained expression across her face.

Don’t worry, sir, these men will pay for this. Skylar patted the merchant on the shoulder as he quietly sobbed. She stepped over the debris and crouched down to get a view of the semi-conscious bodyguards. You all right in there? There was only a groan for a reply. I weigh less than half one of you. Not sure what you were thinking to jump after me. Nevermind at the same time. The two men, dazed and confused, looked at Skylar. Take your time. I’ll wait. Skylar giggled, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. The two men crawled out of the debris with a growl as Skylar slowly walked out the door.

I’m going to kill her! seethed Max, pulling Leon to his feet.

The vegetable merchant watched as the brawny men stood up, H-hey! You n-need to pay for this!

Max pushed the merchant’s face aside, Out of our way, fool! He kicked open the door and looked around for Skylar, only to be met with a plank of wood to his face. Max fell back against Leon sending both of them to the floor.

Skylar whistled a tune and flipped the plank in her hands a few times before handing it over to an oblivious passerby, Here, hold this for me, will ya? Skylar asked before running off. Max and Leon emerged from the shop again and stared at the confused civilian who quickly made the connection between the wood in his hands and the square red mark on Max’s face. The civilian screamed and dropped the plank before running off. Max and Leon resumed their pursuit after the speedy Skylar who turned into an alley.

Max gestured for Leon to go another direction while he went around. Skylar looked back every so often to check on her pursuers but seeing as they were nowhere to be found, she turned into an opening behind the shops, often where supplies were brought in, and took a moment to catch her breath. The respite was short lived as Leon jumped from another alley.

There she is! he shouted. Skylar gasped and ran in the other direction. Max jumped from the other alley and stood in Skylar’s path. She backed away toward a rocky wall.

Leon was out of breath, All right... girlie! You’ve no place... to go! Give us the diamond... and I won’t break both your legs! Skylar brushed her coat aside, revealing a sword sheath on her thigh. Max and Leon drew on their own weapons, a cutlass and handaxe respectively. Skylar drew on her weapon to demonstrate its full form, a steel shortsword forged with a bronze flintlock pistol and a dark wooden stock.

Pretty stupid to fight a Knight of the Fox Exchange. Skylar taunted.

Ha! Max laughed. You? A Pirate Knight? Do you take us for fools?

Like I said, pretty stupid. Skylar shrugged. She kept on her toes, making sure to keep moving as the two men closed in to engage. Her swordsmanship caught them off guard. They were neither able to hit her, or grab her as she danced around them. She knew there was no contest in strength, the men could have easily overpowered her but her wit and agility proved difficult to combat. It wasn’t long before Max found himself at a disadvantage. Skylar feigned a strike to his chest, slashed his belt, pulled down his trousers and kicked him in the chest onto the floor. Before Skylar could gloat, Leon rushed forward and grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her to eye level.

The jewel! GIVE IT TO ME! Leon shouted.

Skylar looked at Leon, making a strange face before spitting the gray diamond into his face. With Leon confused, Skylar kicked him in the groin. After she was dropped, she retrieved the jewel, and her weapon. Unconcerned with Leon, she aimed her gun at Max who was struggling to stand. He immediately surrendered and raised his hands.

W-Who are you? Max stammered.

Skylar stopped and turned around. She planted a foot on his leg, an elbow on her knee while pointing her thumb at herself, I’m me. Captain Skylar Connor, and don’t you forget it. Skylar then ran off.

She left the busy city streets and headed to the outskirts of the harbor where much of the island was still covered in forests. A gravelly path was the only sense of direction a newcomer could have, but Skylar knew the shortcuts around and cut through the thick brush to arrive at a small home along a rocky hillside. The lights were off, save for one candle in the window sill. Skylar hadn’t bothered to knock and opened the door.

Emilie. Skylar called out. There was no response. Emilie!

Footsteps hurried from upstairs and rushed down to the foyer of the house. There came a young woman, no older than Skylar.

Hey! Emilie rejoiced, hugging Skylar wearing naught but a silk robe. Skylar, what are you doing here?

I’ve got a surprise for you. Skylar sang as she reached into her pocket.

A surprise? What kind of—- Emilie’s words trailed off as Skylar pulled out the stolen diamond and brought it to light. Oh Skylar... I—I don’t—Why?

You said you were low on coin. So... I got you something that could get you off the island and make a real living on the mainland. Not dancing on tables for the scum of the Fox Exchange. Skylar handed over the diamond. Here, the owner of this found it very valuable. Might want to wash it though.

Thank you, Skylar, but I can’t accept this. Emilie pushed Skylar’s hand back.

Skylar closed  Emilie’s hand over the jewel, You can, and will. And you’re going to leave that rat of a husband, you hear? He’s the reason you’re in this rut to begin with.

But... where will I go? What will I do?

Skylar leaned back against the wall. Take a ferry to Noraa. There’s a man in the harbor town looking for a seamstress. It’s what you enjoy doing, no? Besides, it beats this dancing gig your husband is putting you through.

Skylar, I can’t just leave him...

Skylar rolled her eyes, "Wake up, Emilie! The man’s using you for money! He’s leeching off your pay, living in a home that you own while he throws away the rest on gambling and watching other dancers! He could have at least the decency to watch you!"

Emilie’s voice shook, ...w-what?

The man’s eyeing other women, Emilie. Skylar eyed her up and down, And it’s not you, just the nature of men like him. You want a real man? You’re gonna have to get off this island where decent people live. Noraa is a fine kingdom, trust me.

B-bu—

Promise me, Emilie! I’ve done a lot to protect you. You’ve changed since the day I found you aboard that slave ship. You’re not weak anymore, Emilie, I know that. So please... swear you’ll do as I say.

Okay.

Promise?

I promise.

Skylar patted Emilie on the shoulder, Good. Now— The sound of horses came from outside. Skylar turned her head and gazed through the lace curtains before taking a piece of taffy from her pocket.

Oh no... Emilie trembled, pulling Skylar away from the window. You need to hide!

Hide? From who? Skylar questioned. I don’t need to hide, I’m a Kni— Emilie covered Skylar’s mouth and pushed her into a closet. Shortly after the men arrived at the door, opening it without so much a knock.

Emilie! The shadowy man sang in a happy tone. He spread his arms out as if to expect a hug, but Emilie only offered crossed arms. Oh come on, girl. Don’t be like that.

Why don’t you just bother my husband? Emilie murmured.

Well seeing how he buys everything with your money, and we both know your husband ain’t worth a coin to his name, I have to come to the true money maker here.

I’ll pay it off. Just leave me alone, Banner. Emilie mumbled.

The man smirked and gently brushed his fingers against Emilie’s cheek. And how... do you intend to pay off all of that? I got a few ideas of my own. Skylar watched from the keyhole, ready to burst through the door at any moment.

Emilie smacked Banner’s hand away, Don’t you touch me, Banner. I’m under Knight protection. If anything happens to me, it’ll be all your heads.

Banner rubbed the back of his hand, Feisty today, aren’t we?

Emilie walked to the table, picked up the diamond and handed it to Banner, Here... this should cover it, and more.

Oh? Some rich bloke decided to tip you good during one of your dance sessions? Banner joked. Oi, Dels. He called, turning to one of his men. How much you’d say this is worth?

One of the shorter henchmen approached and examined the jewel closely. Could probably buy out the brothel with this, Banner. She ain’t lyin’!

Banner smiled, There’s a good girl. He stroked Emilie’s hair, only to have his hand smacked away.

Just go! Emilie trembled, shrinking into herself.

Banner tipped his hat and left the home, his men following suit. Let’s go boys... we’re going to have a fine night in the city.

Once the men were clear out of sight Emilie rushed to open the closet, Skylar!

Skylar gasped for air, nearly falling forward. She quickly shut the door behind her and pressed her back to it. I think there’s something alive in there.

I’m sorry. I didn’t want them to think it was a set-up or anything.

Skylar caught her breath, Banner, huh? You should’ve told me you had a debt, Emilie. She stood upright and made her way to the door.

I didn’t want to be a bother... besides it’s my fault. Emilie frowned.

No. It’s my fault. Skylar said as she opened the front door. I shoulda kept a closer eye on you.

Where are you going?

Skylar smirked at Emilie, To get the diamond back. That was meant for you, not worms like Banner. Skylar waved at Emilie before shutting the door. Pack your things, Emilie. You’ll be in Noraa before you know it.

About an hour later, Banner and his men arrived back at the harbor and walked into the largest source of drunkards on the island. The Scarlet Dragon was a tavern crafted from an upside-down cargo vessel. The large hull made for very high ceilings which chandeliers were hung from. Yellow crystals glowed brightly, providing ample light for the great hall. Hundreds gathered here to drink and socialize, and often making deals in the safety of a public place. Banner pushed open the double doors with his men trailing behind.

Everyone! Banner shouted. The room quieted just a bit, Rounds on me tonight! The crowds cheered, almost immediately making their way to one of the many bars in the tavern. Banner took a seat on a stool at the center bar.

The old bartender narrowed his eyes as he cleaned cups, You got pay for this, Banner?

Don’t you worry about your payment. Banner patted one of his men on the shoulder, Drink up boys!

Soon Skylar came into view. She was bereft of her coat and weapon and her shirt was tied a little higher than earlier. Think you can buy me, sweetheart?

Banner grinned at Skylar, My lady, I could buy you for the rest of the year.

Skylar gestured to Banner’s thigh, Is this seat taken?

All yours darling. Banner pointed at Skylar, Hey bartender, get this one a drink will ya?

Oh no. No drink for me. Skylar smiled, Promised myself I wouldn’t!

Banner took the poured stein and pushed it to Skylar’s chest, Oh come on! Just one!

It didn’t take long for the entire tavern to get rowdy. This was nothing unusual, but the bartender knew sooner or later something or someone would get broken.

Y’know I promised I wouldn’t drink. Skylar slurred. But everyone’s doing it! Don’t want to be a bore. Anyway, so I had this amazing idea—-wait... Skylar poked at Banner’s skull, ...has your head gotten smaller?

Banner’s eyes were getting heavy, his face flushed and his speech almost unintelligible, I don’t think so, love.

Skylar pointed at Banner, Bartender, get this man a drink to adjust his strangely disproportionate head to normal size!

The bartender grunted, Think he’s had enough. That goes for you too.

Banner slammed his fist on the counter, I ain’t had enough! How dare you! He turned and looked at Skylar, What’s your name?

Connie. Skylar replied.

Banner shrugged, Con-nie. Connie. He belched loudly, nearly losing his balance on the stool. I think me heads gotten fatter, actually

Skylar smiled, A generously filled stein will fix this! Bartender!

Banner beckoned for another drink, All right all right! Another!

Skylar leaned on Banner, How are you going to pay for all this?

Banner leaned forward, Come here, come here... He reached into his pocket as Skylar leaned forward with him, You’re me best mate. So I’ll let you in on a little secret. He pulled the fog diamond from his left pocket, Isn’t it pretty?

That’s quite the gem sir. Skylar said.

Banner nodded, hiccuping, I show it to you, because I love you, Connie. T’was fate that brought us together! Banner almost fell back, with only Skylar to catch his body.

Skylar laughed. Careful there.

Banner smirked. You have such shiny flowing hair.

Skylar sat Banner back on the stool, holding him up for a moment to ensure he wouldn’t fall. Will you be all right? I have to wee.

Sure sure... Banner said, watching Skylar leave. Pretty lass.

The bartender knocked on the counter, Hey, time to pay up... you’ve about emptied my stock with this nonsense.

Never fear, good man. For I have brought this! Banner pulled his hands from his pocket and held nothing but a dirty rock.

What...

Banner looked confused, Hm... that was a diamond before. Let me try again. Haha! He reached into his pocket, once again pulling out the same rock.

You pulling my leg, mate?

I promise you sir...

Promise me what? This lot can’t pay for their own drinks! The bartender miffed. Do you realize what you’ve done?! Are you trying to make me go out of business?!

Even the rowdiest groups overheard the angry bartender. All had gone quiet as the attention turned toward Banner.

Skylar was deep in the crowd. She cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted across the whole tavern, Hey! That man’s trying to shut down our source of booze!

Another random patron shouted, GET ‘IM! The crowds rushed to the center.  Banner and his men watched their inevitable punishment took the form of an angry mob. Skylar had taken a seat from a distance, her feet crossed on top of a table. She took a half-filled stein resting by her legs and began to drink it as she twirled the gray diamond in between her fingers.

The chaos grew, and so did Skylar’s amusement. The patrons were in such a drunken rage that they began to fight amongst themselves. Cups were shattered, and tables were broken. Skylar tossed a piece of taffy into her mouth as she watched fists collide with faces and chairs smashed against backs. It wasn’t long before the fights branched out and Skylar was forced to defend herself in the drunken disarray. Days like this weren’t uncommon, but news quickly spread to the only people who could halt such a crowd... the Pirate Knights.

The large double doors on the other side of the tavern were kicked open, but no one bothered to look until a woman at the entrance shouted, What in bloody blazes is going on here?!

The entire tavern became silent. The ruffians gazed upon the middle-aged, dark haired woman. The patrons all whispered to each other, with one name repeated over and over: Silvia Weatherford. She wore black knee-high boots, white pants, and a navy blue long coat which was dressed in white lace trimmings and silver ornaments. Silvia looked around with her right eye; her left eye was covered by an elaborate blue and silver mask which also concealed her brow and part of her left cheek. Skylar locked eyes with Silvia. Suddenly, the blue-clad pirate appeared right in front of Skylar, staring her down. It felt as if Skylar’s mind had skipped watching Silvia walk over. Everyone else gasped in surprise to see her move instantly. I’ve been looking for you.

I hate it when you do that. Skylar pouted.

We have something to discuss. Silvia said. Skylar lowered her head as she was led along to the exit. Silvia stopped in the doorway and turned on her heel before shouting at the entire tavern. As for the rest of you dogs, clean this mess up! This place had better be in pristine condition by sunrise!

Silvia led Skylar through the harbor, passing by many of the shops she had ran past earlier. Everyone had stepped aside and made a path for the two women, displaying an equal amount of fear and respect to both of them. They made their way down the many wooden levels of the island’s harbor city until they reached the docks where they walked to a 50-gun warship. The large vessel was in immaculate condition, recently polished and painted. They moved to the captain’s quarters, an elegant and decorated room with many treasures, maps, and weapons across the walls. There in the room stood three familiar men. Irvin, Max, and Leon.

Immediately Irvin pointed at Skylar as she was led in, That’s her!

Skylar rolled her eyes. For the love of...

Silvia took a seat at her intricately carved desk, You mentioned something important, Sir Molls. Please repeat yourself.

Irvin grunted, "All I said was that there’s been talk of a Skylar Connor being posted on the Imperial blood list. They’ve got most of the major kingdoms on watch for her. But this can’t possibly be the same one."

Silvia nodded, It is. As much as she loves to say this herself, there is only one Skylar Connor.

No no no... the Skylar described on the board was a cunning wielder of forbidden magical arts. Irvin looked to Skylar who crossed her arms. You aren’t serious.

Inexplicably. Silvia said, crossing her legs on top of her desk.

That’s impossible.

Skylar has a gift she retained after being held prisoner in the Syronian Empire.

Irvin and his men laughed, Hahaha! Now I know you’re joking.  The Syronian people do not welcome outsiders. They take no prisoners... let alone set them free! They execute their own people for simply thinking against the rulers. Thinking!

We’re well aware, Sir Molls. Silvia smiled. Their island is not far from here. And we’ve been harassing them for years.

Well, whatever, I told you what you wanted me to say. Now, I demand what you promised me.

What promise?

My diamond.

What diamond?

The diamond she stole!

Silvia looked at the girl. Skylar, did you steal this man’s diamond?

No ma’am. Skylar shook her head.

Well that settles that. Silvia tapped her hands on her desk and smiled at Irvin before gesturing to the door. It was lovely chatting with you, my good sir.

But my diamond!

No one cares about your gems, sir. You should be more careful with your things. The streets are rampant with thieves.

Irvin glared at Skylar. And I’m looking right at one! I’m not leaving without it!

Silvia instantly appeared standing in front of Irvin, a flintlock pistol pressed to his forehead. You might not leave with your head either. Silvia began pushing him to the door. "Let me inform you, Sir Molls. I am Captain Silvia Weatherford. Pirate Knight of Shields, and Queen of the Fox Exchange market. This is my island, and if you’d like to leave it alive I suggest you get off my ship and never confront Miss Connor again."

But!

Silvia pulled back the hammer on her gun. Out!

The three men scurried out of the room and off the ship. Silvia shut the door and sighed before turning to face the young pirate. Skylar...

I’m sorry. Skylar said softly.

Silvia placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, It’s not your fault... but I warned you about this.

But I’m safe here, right? Skylar looked at Silvia who gave no response. Right? The Royal Empire wouldn’t come here. They never do!

Silvia walked around Skylar and faced the giant map on the wall, The Empire won’t... but that doesn’t mean they won’t pay someone else to. Someone we won’t see coming. Silvia turned and pointed a finger at Skylar, This has to remain a secret, understand? If word spreads out to the majority of the island... Silvia narrowed her eyes. "You didn’t do anything, did you?"

Skylar’s eyes shifted away, Of course not.

Skylar. Silvia put her hands on her hips.

Whaaat? Skylar moaned.

Damn it Skylar!

Oh come on! Skylar pulled the gray diamond from her pocket and held it up to the light. Have you seen this thing?

You promised you’d only use your magic in service as a Knight, not for petty thieving. It’s this magic that’s gotten you in trouble to begin with. Silvia sighed. Look, no one is harming my dear niece. But you need to help me, Skylar. You need to not draw attention to yourself. And until you learn to do that, you’re coming with me tomorrow. We have a rogue pirate that needs to be investigated. By the time we return my contact should be on the island.

Contact?

You’re on the Imperial blood list now, Skylar. There’s not much I can do for you here. We need outside help. I’ve sent word to a friend.

Silvia Weatherford doesn’t have friends. Just people that owe her favors.

Silvia smirked and ruffled Skylar’s hair. Get some rest.

Irvin paced about in the harbor city, clenching his fists. This place is a wretched cesspit of corruption. And you two! Irvin pointed at Max and Leon. How did you let her get away?!

Max pleaded, She’s too fast, sir. It’s like she’s always one step ahead! She could really be Skylar Connor!

Irvin scoffed, Don’t be ridiculous! But whether or not she is, doesn’t matter anymore. Her Majesty’s Empire wants a Skylar Connor... they’ll get one. Send word to the Clocktower.

But sir... Leon began, "...do you really want to call for them?"

Of course I do! They’ll be most interested, not to mention the best suited for this. Forget the diamond... when Skylar is brought to me, she’ll make us all rich.

Chapter Two:  The Siren’s Stone

She was the Wicked Lady, Silvia’s flagship. While the 50-gun warship was not the largest seen in any harbor, it was certainly the fastest on the planet. With two long front facing chase cannons, the Wicked Lady was known to hunt down any fleeing enemy its captain desired.

The sun was rising, reflecting off the ship’s golden accents and trimmings while the rest of the ship was painted black. Skylar leaned over a railing and watched the mirrored image of the ship off the water. With a long sigh she crossed her arms and stared out to sea adorning a pensive look on her face. Silvia had been giving orders to her crew, checking her compass every so often. It wasn’t long until she caught sight of her niece and walked over to her, resting against the rails.

The world never seems quite right when the brave Skylar Connor has a troubled look on her face. Silvia turned to Skylar, What’s wrong, darling?

Skylar took a moment to answer, Don’t know...

Silvia propped herself up and sat on the rails, It’s about your bounty, isn’t it?

Skylar looked to her aunt, I grew up among the most dreadful crowds this world has ever seen. I’ve been captured by the Syronian Empire, destined for death. And now? Skylar turned around, pressing her back against the railing. I can dig myself out of trouble I stir, but this... I can’t see what’s coming.

Silvia smirked and looked out toward the rising sun, You’re very much like your father once was. He always took the initiative. Always one step ahead of everyone else. But when the unexpected happened... he often panicked and... Silvia trailed off, and then huffed a sigh, I’m not going to lose another Connor. Not again. When the Syronians took you, your uncle and I thought you dead. For months we paced with little hope that we’d ever see you again. I made your parents a promise to protect you and I’ve already failed once. I won’t let that happen again.

What did you have in mind?

Silvia stared at Skylar, her lips curling to a frown, You’ll see when we go back. I can’t spare the details right now. She hopped off the railing and began to walk off.

Why not?

Silvia sighed, Because I need you focused, Skylar. This is a delicate mission. She flipped open her compass. There were no markings or needle. Just a black box with a glowing blue ethereal arrow. We’re hunting after a pirate named Marco Batista. By report, he’s been selling Syronian Exiles as slaves. He’s likely to have some on board.

Skylar faced her aunt. I doubt he’s going to just hand them over. Skylar ate another piece of taffy from her pocket.

He won’t. Silvia looked back at Skylar. That’s why I’m going to trade you over to him.

Skylar raised a finger. Pardon me...what was that about you making a promise to my parents?

Silvia walked over and patted Skylar on the head. You’ll be fine. It’s far too long a journey to Imperial shores, and they need you alive. The real importance, however, is not of freeing the slaves, but a secret Batista is holding aboard his ship.

Skylar tilted her head, What kind of secret?

Even my sources don’t know... but it could be a magical artifact of some kind. Something I would rather be in our hands than in his.

Taking a deep breath, Skylar nodded, Leave it to me.

By noon, Silvia had caught up to Batista’s ship, the Red Howl. Contrary to its name, it was mostly black, and haphazardly tarred. The closer the Wicked Lady drew to it, the more apparent a foul smell filled the air. Something was rotting, or dying. It was that, or the Red Howl’s crew. Silvia assumed the latter.

Hail! called the Wicked Lady’s helmsman.

The two ships floated parallel to each other, a dozen paces between them.

Silvia smiled and walked over to the edge of her deck, hands folded behind her back. Captain Batista!

The Red Howl’s crew gathered to see who it was, though a disheveled man wearing tattered leathers and a ruined tricorne pushed his way through. There stood Marco Batista, just as dirty and rank as Silvia expected. His scraggly beard still had bits of food hanging in it, and it was uncertain if his teeth were wooden, rotten, or both.

What do you want?! Batista shouted in a raspy voice.

Silvia calmly raised a finger beneath her nostrils, trying to mask the smell which was much stronger now, I humbly ask your permission to board your ship so that I might have a few words with you. Otherwise we’ll send you all to the depths. Your choice.

Batista flailed his arms. That’s no request! That’s a threat!

Silvia grinned and held up an arm. Lift the skirt! Without delay the Wicked Lady revealed its 24 starboard guns, fully loaded and ready to fire. Batista blinked in surprise before looking up at a grinning Silvia. What’ll it be? Batista growled as he signaled for his crew to prepare. Within minutes the two ships sat side-by-side, a small gangplank providing a bridge. Batista stood on one side of his ship while Silvia and her crew stepped aboard.

Silvia cleared her throat, Do you know who I am?

Batista grinned, Some wench who likes the color blue, apparently. His crew chuckled behind him.

Silvia stared forward, unamused, You stand before Captain Silvia Weatherford, Pirate Knight, and Queen of the Fox Exchange. Immediately the Red Howl’s crew looked uneasy. In other words, I’m in charge of the entire underground market. Silvia began to pace in front of the Red Howl’s crew. Every pirate, vagrant and criminal operates under certain codes and moral standards that I have set literally in stone. She pointed at Batista, You, Marco Batista, have been found with suspicion of selling Exile slaves to the mainland. Am I correct? Batista’s stare turned into a scowl. I’ll take your silence as a tacit agreement, Batista.

Batista spat to the floor. Captain Batista.

Silvia smirked. Captain Batista... while the Fox Exchange is a global outlaw community, we still have our code. The only way you survive in this community is by obeying those codes. Otherwise, the community, as a whole, rejects you. Silvia gave a stern look to the crew of the Red Howl. You are left without protection. Slave-trade is strictly forbidden. Many people within the Exchange were once slaves, if you didn’t know. As you can imagine they would rather not impose such a harsh life on others.

Batista laughed. You think I give a damn about their sensitivity? The way I see it, if you let yourself become a slave, you deserve to be one.

Silvia frowned. That’s too bad. In the blink of an eye, Silvia was seen holding a double-barreled pistol toward Batista. Immediately both crews took up their own weapons, drawing on swords, axes, and guns. I’d choose your next words carefully, Batista.

Batista hadn’t bothered to draw a weapon. He only offered a grin, You won’t kill me. If you— Silvia pulled the trigger on her gun, though nothing happened.

Silvia tilted her head, Never assume what I will and will not do. Batista growled but before anyone could make a move, Silvia appeared behind Batista while holding a gun to his back. Listen to me, and listen to me well. You will hand over these Exiles. I could care less how difficult it was to attain them. They do not belong to you.

You ask a man to part with hard labor and a week’s fortune? You’re not very convincing Captain Weatherford, not with all of your magic.

I know... so I will strike a deal. Silvia barked to her crew, Bring her out! There through the crowd walked Skylar, her wrists shackled in irons behind her back. This is Captain Skylar Connor, daughter of James Connor. She’s currently wanted on the Imperial Blood List for the knowledge and use of forbidden magic. Even if you fit this entire ship with Exiles, she would still be worth them all, ten-fold.

Batista grumbled in thought, Seeing as I have a gun to my back, I don’t have much of a choice.

Good man. Silvia remarked.

But let me ask you this... Batista turned to look at Silvia, ...why not just turn in the girl yourself?

Because, Captain Batista, Silvia put her gun down, some things are worth more than money. You cannot put a price on freedom. Now... the Exiles, hand them over. Silvia commanded Batista who gestured to his men to do so. It was only moments before Batista’s men came back from below deck with a line of giants trailing behind. The males and females were at least two heads taller than some of the tallest pirates on the ship, and the children were just as tall as the average human aboard. Their skin was tan, decorated with elaborate yet natural pearlescent markings, each uniquely designed and located on the body.  Their somber iridescent pupiless eyes stared at the ground as they were herded and presented to Silvia. Captain Weatherford looked at all of them, They’re famished, but stable. She said to herself as she frowned. You’ve made the right choice, Batista.

Batista growled, "Captain Batista, you half-faced bilge rat! And I won’t be correcting you again."

Indeed. Silvia gestured to Skylar, She’s yours.

Let me go! Skylar shouted, trying to wriggle free of her restraints. I didn’t do anything!

Batista grinned at Skylar. It’s a shame you didn’t turn out like your father, Miss Connor. Batista signaled to his men. Take her to the brig. The disheveled pirates shoved the resisting Skylar below deck.

A done deal. Silvia said as she turned around and headed back to her ship.  She stopped and turned her head to the side. I better not find you on my waters again, Batista.

Marco nearly foamed at the mouth in anger and reached for his pistol, I said I’m CAPTAIN BATISTA! 

Once Batista took aim at Silvia’s back, she disappeared. He suddenly felt the cold round barrel of Silvia’s gun pressed against his temple.

This is my only act of mercy, Batista, Silvia said grimly. Consider yourself living on borrowed time. Silvia vanished and was seen back on her ship walking away. Cast off, men! I’ve had enough of this rancid ship! It wasn’t long before Silvia captained the Wicked Lady off into the distance.

The Red Howl’s crew escorted Skylar to the brig, but not before she head-butted one in the nose and pushed another to the wall. She was struck in the back with a scabbard before they managed to shove her into a cell.

Oh, when I get out of here... Skylar pressed her face against the cell doors.  The crew only laughed as they walked away and shut the door. It was fairly dark in the brig for being midday. The cell was rusted, the walls dirty and splintering as hay barely coated the ground. The smell of the ship was growing worse. Skylar sighed and folded her legs before sitting quietly.

A voice from another cell broke the silence, The Maker must like me to put something so beautiful in the brig.

Skylar looked over to a shadow of a man. She rolled her eyes. Oh please, stop. I’m blushing. she said flatly.

Heh... can’t blame me for trying. Got a name, my lady?

Skylar Connor.

Oh? Connor? The man scurried to the edge of his cell. There sat a young blonde man, with a small tuft of a goatee. Like James Connor? His hazel eyes were bright enough to see in the dim lighting. Skylar looked away at the mention of her father. The man smirked and let out a deep breath before sitting back. Wow... Batista sure has been busy. First captures a vessel full of Exiles, next he’s got James Connor’s kid locked in the brig with me! Can’t imagine why.

None of your business... Skylar said, looking away.

You ain’t gotta tell me nothing. I get in trouble for asking too many questions anyway.

Skylar