Malevolent Mist on Spice Island

[orderispeace]

Who: Triton’s Mistress
Where: Spice Island
When: Oct. 10 - ??
What: As members of the crew touched by the mist grow more malicious they begin to cause turmoil on the ship turning a normal spice run chaotic.
Warnings: Possible fighting and language
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Closed to crew

The prow of the Mistress cut effortlessly through the salty water as the ship came to rest along side the dock. The uninhabited island was well known for its vast array of plant life, the bulk of which could be sold on the open market as spices or used to brighten up a weary sailor’s galley-cooked meals. Several large washtub sat on the dock just waiting for some one ambitious enough to fill them full of the island’s delicacies.

The trip to the island had been relatively calm with no major storms or hardships to slow their travel but now that they had docked odd things seemed to be happening all too frequently. Maybe the black mist the morning before had something to do with it?

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[bloodheels]

Something she wouldn't have seen? She had walked around the island at least once so she had started to wonder what she could have walked past when she had been looking before.

As she turned on her heels looking towards what she assumed would be the direction that he was talking about, after all it was the area she really hadn't yet explored fully.

"Alright, this way, right?" She said taking a few more steps towards the direction.

[orderispeace]

Her answer was Haytham stepping forward to pull a vine away from the entrance to the bounty box. Yes, this was the correct direction indeed. It had brought her to just where he had been hoping to.

"You should see inside. There is some interesting scribbling on the back wall, can't make out the language, but who ever has been here before might have left a message."

[bloodheels]

Lenalee paused slightly. Honestly she didn't want to go in there, it seemed small and damp and just brought about not so pleasant memories that she wish she could simply just forget, but knew very well she couldn't.

"I think I can see inside from here, but... Why would there be something like this here in the first place? I mean after all it doesn't seem to fit with the island itself. It's just odd."

[orderispeace]

"If it does not seem to fit it is probably because it was recently added to the island."

Recently added but still sitting here long enough for the vines and plat life to some what overgrow it. The box had been sitting here for a few months now.

Haytham's hand dropped to Lenalee's shoulder, giving her a firm push to send her on inside.

"The writing you can really only see when you are closer to it."

Or so he said. When they neared the back wall of the crate there was no writing there at all. There was only some chains that hung from the sides and a collar piece Haytham picked up to clamp against Lenalee's throat if she was not quick enough to avoid it.

[bloodheels]

When she was pushed she didn't quite understand why, if she didn't want to go in shouldn't that be it? At closer look at the chains she couldn't help but start to panic, the memories of her childhood flooding back.

In her panic she had moved quickly, trying to get around and get out. The place was small and she didn't an to be there. She wanted out and if she had to she would kick him.

"Let me out please, I didn't want to be in here in the first place."

[orderispeace]

The space was small, that gave him something of an advantage for when Lenalee tried to move around him he needed only to quickly shift his weight to block her path. She was also far too kind-natured as well. Just like the demon the horns hidden under his hat was making him act like Haytham had no kindness left. His fist flew at her before she even had the chance to protest his blocking her exit and the chains were tightly lashed to her wrist and neck.

"But if you left now you would miss your transport."