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“I wonder what that damned cat has to talk about this late at night that’s so important?” Garin mumbled to himself, placing a hand over his mouth to cover a yawn as he walked across the docks, away from the lights of public houses and shops, towards the warehouses that touched the sands of the beach beneath the wharf. There, the moonlight and lights of the port mixed on the sand and on the walls of the last warehouse that stood along the docks, the spot where Sea Cat had requested he meet her.

Which was a bit out of the blue. He hadn’t seen her in months. He assumed, being an agent, that she was on a mission as per usual when she disappeared like she did… all the same, she usually would just show up and join with them again for some time before having to leave on duty, or whatever she referred to it as. She had never asked him to meet her in this kind of fashion, and the thought of it possibly being a trap had crossed his mind, a risk it would have to take to satisfy his curiosity.

“Garin, thank you for coming.”

The thoughts of a possible ambush were abolished by the sound of her voice coming from the shadows of the warehouse, and nearly made him jump back to a full state of awake. He turned to find the human girl standing there, not as he expected her. Typically, she wore clothes similar to pirate fashion, usually with a red sash around her waist and hair messily held up by a matching red headband, however, now she was wearing clothes of an entirely different sort. They were formal, and decorated with embroidery and what looked like jewels, and her usually short, choppy hair had grown out enough to be neatly tied back into a professional looking bun.

“What’s with the fine feathers?” Garin asked, not bothering to hide his amusement at her strange new appearance.

“Oh these?” the girl looked at herself with a small scoff. “Aye, well… they’re part of my new promotion.”

“Promotion? Well, congratulations.”

“…Yes, well… that’s why I’ve asked you here,” she said. “I need your help.”

“My help?” Garin’s head tilted to one side.

“It’s a bit difficult to explain… why don’t we sit down?” Sea Cat asked, motioning to a clutch of dry rocks just a short distance from where they stood, but still out of reach of the surf.

“Just as you like,” Garin said, shrugging as he turned and walked to the rocks. He hoisted himself up onto one and sat himself down, turning back to Sea Cat as she carefully brushed some sand away before seating herself. “How bad is it? Your trouble?”

“Bad.” Sea Cat says with a sigh. “My promotion… is part of the problem, you see.”

“Not one for a fancy title?” Garin asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, I dunno. I think ‘Acting Governor Flanchester’ may grow on me,” she replied with a smug looking smirk.

Garin’s ears pricked up in shock. “Whoa, whoa, hold fast!” he exclaimed, holding up a palm. “Run that by me again?”

“I’ve been made acting governor of a small island not far from here. There’s a village there that’s slowly becoming a city, and I…” Sea Cat paused when she saw Garin’s face still twisted in surprise and smiled. “Err… it might be best if I start from the beginning, aye?”

“Aye.”

“On my last mission, I found a set of documents, a journal, to be specific, that belonged to Sir Martin Fontaine. He was one of the first Agents of the Faerie Council, and one of the most renowned for his successful recoveries of hundreds of relics while in the service. He disappeared while transporting many undocumented relics in these very waters, and only wreckage of his ship was ever found, but a few months ago I found the journal, and… well, after reading it, discovered that days before his ship disappeared, he noticed another ship following them. Being a loyal one, he didn’t want to risk such an important cargo falling into the wrong hands, so he did what I suppose many pirates have been rumored to do…”

“He buried them?” Garin asked.

“Specifically, he put into a small port, found a secure location at the base of a mountain, and used a spell that created a kind of… I guess you could say vault. He hid the relics inside, then continued his voyage. His last entry was reporting the pursuing ship closing in for an attack.” Sea Cat paused and cleared her throat, looking at her folded hands. “I tracked down the vault, which is hidden in the village I’ve been assigned to govern over. The spell is still active, and though the vault is accessible, the spell makes it impossible to remove any of the relics inside.”

“So why do you need my help?”

“Even though the vault’s magic makes it impossible to remove anything, according to Fontaine’s journal, there was a key that cancels out that magic once it’s used. If someone should find the key before the Council does, they can just walk in and out of the vault with whatever they please. And if the port falls in the meantime, well… that renders a recovery mission mute.”

“If the port falls?” Garin furrowed his brow and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Isn’t the council giving you help from the navy?”

Sea Cat frowned, her folded hands closing to fists. “They tried to. But most of the recruits and officers they selected ‘respectfully declined’.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m human.”

Garin’s ears drooped a bit, hearing those words and seeing Sea Cat’s face becoming downcast by them, though they came from her own mouth. He’d heard of the prejudice against humans before, mostly in regions where magic and its practices were popular, because most humans couldn’t use magic at all, and those that could, were only able to use simple spells and charms rather than complex magic. And in many respects, they weren’t as strong, agile, or environmentally adept as most other Neopian species, so they were often seen as weak and helpless. He knew this wasn’t true for Sea Cat, but that was because he knew her well; those that didn’t may see her in an entirely different light.

“Without greater support, the port and the vault are at great risk. So are the people that have recently come to settle there, and all of those are now my responsibility.” Sea Cat went on. “That’s… where I hope you come in, Garin.”

She looked at him. “I’d like to commission you, your ship and crew to help me defend the vault as privateers.”

“Privateers? Us?” Garin asked, unable to hold back a scoff, though he tried to.

“I know, it’s not to your liking,” said Sea Cat. “But I honestly don’t know who else to turn to! I can’t keep waiting for the Council to find me someone, as that could take several more months!”

“No, I suppose you can’t…” Garin said with a sigh, rubbing his chin and looking out towards the surf in thought. He wanted to help, knowing her plight, but to become a privateer? The thought almost made him sick. He loved everything about being a pirate; the freedom, the adventure, the treasure, and the name he had made for himself and his ship was something he was well proud of. To suddenly change to a privateer seemed so wrong to him, however, if it was to help a friend…

“Tell you what,” Sea Cat interrupted his thoughts at seeing his pondering face. “If you agree to help me, it will only be for one year. One year exactly from the day you arrive at Tartaruga Island, even if I still haven’t received my permanent stations, you’re all free to leave of your own accord.”

“Tartaruga?” Garin echoed.

“You know it?”

“Aye, I’ve seen it on my charts… small port, fairly narrow crescent shaped bay, easy enough to defend from an anchorage…” Garin rubbed his chin as he mumbled to himself, then looked at her. “I’d have to talk this over with my crew before I give you an answer. When do you sail for Tartaruga?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

Garin stood. “Give me until tomorrow, then. I’ll talk to my mates and give you our answer by noon at the latest. Though I give you no solid promises.”

“Thank you, Garin.” Sea Cat said, standing up. “You don’t know how much this means to me, just having you hear me out, even.”

“I’ve got some idea.” Garin gave her a warm smile, which she returned, sticking out a hand for him to shake.

“Tomorrow at noon then. I respect whatever reply you give me, captain,” she said. “Good evening.”

Garin watched her as she walked back towards the wharf, waiting a few moments to think before he too started on his walk back towards his ship. He shook his head with a small chuckle as he pondered over her parting words, somewhat unable to believe the Sea Cat he knew so well could appear so refined.

He was also unable to believe he was about to possibly become a privateer…
Mini-series, START! X3

What do you guys think Garin's answer will be the following day? Let me know in the comments!

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RL-182 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017
Well I know he wants to help, but... in the sense of the greater good, its a noble cause, but to give up the freedom of the pirate life. Hmm.. wonder what the crew will choose?
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6SeaCat9 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Its only for a year, but you have a point.
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Dillusionist Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017
oh man :0 this looks really interesting!
something tells me that little island isn't gonna remain peaceful for long th FunnyIdea 
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6SeaCat9 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Nnnnnnnope. :D
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Unlimited-Tea Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh man oh man oh man this is all so good aaaaaah I feel faint :faint: 

I love how this is coming out! As for Garin's reply... Hm.... I say he would do it. Even if it's for a year. 
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6SeaCat9 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Well its up to the crew too. :D
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Unlimited-Tea Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh yeah for sure. It's all up to the crew now. (0v0)''
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6SeaCat9 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Yup.
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WingsOfASong Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
*screeches* Ahhhh I am so ready for this!! And I love how you've set it up! This is going to be so fun, I can't wait! :3
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6SeaCat9 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
:D
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WingsOfASong Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Seriously, I love how you've set it up. :D
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6SeaCat9 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Really? :la:
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WingsOfASong Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Yeah! It has potential for more episodes and doesn't leave too big of a cliffhanger where you'd get stuck. :3
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6SeaCat9 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah. ^^
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WingsOfASong Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I'm thinking of writing something for World War 1.
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6SeaCat9 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Oh yeah? I know you mentioned something once before...
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