Voyage:

An old man with scruffy white hair, a scruffy white beard which creates a full circle around his face, sits down on a wooden oak bench of the main vessel that leads this traveling civilisation across the ocean through steel bridges that connect each ship as if they were all one giant ship, each ship would old different locations from markets, factories and resource gathering with fish being the main source of food upon the fleet. The old man was tall and muscular however he really wasn’t a fighter or anything and was simply someone who had lived a live working day by day. Turning to his right placing his eye on the seating spot next to him where a young boy is facing troubles of his heart. Placing his right hand on the boy's shoulder as his arm crosses his back he would speak. “I have seen lovers cross mountains, men go to war over a broken heart and boys getting creative as they take every step they can before all the ashe is burned to nothing” Taking a deep cough the old man, pushes the boy down a little. “I wonder if you realize, the only stranger here is me and not you or the pull of your heart “ “Em, I see you every day” “Shush you're ruining the moment”  “Huh”. The kid's eyes would open wide and eyebrows perking up as confusion spreads into his mind as he hadn’t realized this was a moment nor what a moment even meant. “I wonder…. Oh, i wonder….. If you turn the stone inside your tomb and fight for your love… I wonder”.

Two hours later the two would be walking in the street in matching outfits. Black Jumpsuits with red spots, black sunglasses and perfectly combed hair as they walk towards ship [3] dancing in synch in order to impress the young boy crush. Their arms would be held in the air straight up with their hands facing forward with a 90-degree angle to their arms. Shaking the arms left to right and back as they keep walking forward with a slight strut to every step. The Woman who was targeted for this bombardment of synced dancing would stand up from her workstation knowing their intention and the meaning behind it. In the far distance beyond the side of the ship three rowboats would creep into the visual range of the ship, however, no one would notice at this point in time. Suddenly the dance would shift as both the Old man and the Young boy place their left hand on their crotch and thrusting their waist forward with each step as their right shoots up and shoots down, and yet they seem to move forward with fluidity. The rowboats in the backgrounds continue to approach ship 3. The young girl would begin to speak to let the boy know she is interested in him and has been for quite some time however as soon as the words leave her lips, an arrow pierced through her throat and didn't stop until the steel arrowhead had breached the other side. Standing in front of Rune as she was struck from behind her blood would begin squirting over him from his love interest Rune throat not to mention the flood starting to flow from her mouth as she drops to her knees and to a face-down lying position with her blood slowly creating a pool on the deck of ship 3.

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Two hours earlier - Victoria arrival onboard the ships

Victoria had just survived a war between a truly evil force and the barracks of The Roaring Lion and as such she needed to mentally recover from all that had taken place, not to mention her faith in the Marine collectives true nature was coming into question and as such she had decided to visit this passing civilisation in order to gain perspective within herself. At 13 o hundred, Victoria would take her first step upon the wooden floors of this traveling empire; its name was The Fantasian Fleet of Independence. As Victoria was not visiting as a Marine but as an individual she would be wearing her personal attire consisting of a Red sleeveless top which only reached to just above her belly button, accompanied by a pair of white gloves reaching just passed her elbow with yellow and black trims at her joints [Fingers, wrists and elbow]. Black knee-high boots, right tights and a black skirt would complete her casual attire for this trip of hers; however, she would be armed with a pistol at her side.


For the most of her journey on board the vessel, she would simply be wandering around looking for anything to catch her interest and as such would end up helping a large number of people in their daily lives. During the two hours Victoria would start to build a bond with this community, every single person was nice and welcoming not to mention their own security forces helped each other in all aspects from carrying heavy objects, holding ladders and even playing with kids something Victoria felt the Marines lacked. She herself would play with several kids, help an old lady cook a nice meal for her family and was even given some advice from a wise veteran who apparently had been in several wars himself before joining the fleet. Victoria and the Veteran would end up making their way to an isolated bar at the bottom of the ship where only a few souls would ever travel. The further they traveled to the depths of the ship the more the vessel itself felt alive with its creaks, sings and laughs as currents, gas and stability shifts, it was clear however that it was well looked after and that the people put literally everything that had into this ship. The two would keep walking as their steps echoed throughout the narrowing hallways as they continued to chat along the way “You may have noticed this ship is more than a ship, more than a home but an object that houses the souls of the lost and found and that is the essence of the Fantasian Fleet” Victoria would smile as she truly understood the meaning to his words, in fact, she knew the second she stepped onboard. “It’s truly amazing”, “I thought as much, you're lost yourself are you not? You?” Victoria would take a moment to digest this question as they finally reached their destination, a somewhat loud screech would awaken as the Veteran opened the heavy door “Brian this thing really needs oiling, get your stuff together” “Sorry sir, so what can i get you?” “Something strong for both me and my friend”. “Coming right up”. Victoria would enter and both herself and the veteran would enter and take their seats.


*Smash* Brian would drop one class as he witnesses Victoria enter, it was the first time in quite some time that a beautiful woman had entered his establishment and he had become nervous with his cheeks growing red, and pawls starting to sweat.  Victoria would then answer the question put to her before with uncertainty in her voice “I wouldn’t say i was lost, but more like my eyes are opening to reality and unsure of what i see”. “Okay, i understand”. Having been in a war himself the veteran would fully understand what Victoria meant including the unspoken words of questioning the integrity of those above. 

The drinks would be placed on the table by the bartender Brian without a word spoken, as he returned to his bar. The Veteran was in deep thought thinking about a story a wise old man had told him within his youth. When one was falling into a far too familiar hole to only be joined by one who remembered how to get out. While Victoria was in deep thought about a black space within her mind, seeking a brick of stability. 

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The present

Victoria and the Veteran remain within the depths of the ship within an Isolated bar chatting away as the Veteran attempts to help Victoria through her issues meanwhile on the decks of all ships apart of this moving civilization would come under attack by a large pirate crew. Screams echo throughout the entire fleet with civilians hitting the floor as steel meets their flesh. The number of pirates boarding the fleet would number in the hundreds as they attacked everyone regardless of Race, Age, Gender or origins, in fact, the more innocent someone was the more painful the pirates would make their attacks by inflicted lethal but instant blows to their bodies. After ravaging for 30 minutes across the outer decks of the fleet one child no older than seven years old manages to reach an alarm bell and is rewarded with a cutlass piercing through the back of his skull and through his right eye.
As he falls down his blood scraps against the wall as if his head was a paintbrush. With the alarms now going the defensive military force now appear armed with muskets and began firing and all invaders. While their initial engagement goes their way as they drop a significant amount of the pirates due to their advantage in position as they used their access to higher ground to their advantage it was at this moment that several of the stronger pirates begin revealing their talents.

A man wielding a somewhat long cutlass in his right and a two-barreled pistol in his left would make quick work of some of the military units as he cut incoming bullets in half, and rapidly climbed; cutting his targets throats rapidly. “Is this the best you guys have to offer”, a large pirate wielding a large longsword would reply from another section as he decapitated several more military defenders. “Doesn’t seem so sir, nothing but amateurs”. “I totally agree with fatzoo, their nothing but target practice” A short green hair man wielding nothing but a spiked curved shield shouted, as he was using his spiked shield to rub against the back of an elderly woman who was slowly bleeding out in excruciating pain. Similar situations would be happening all over the ship from even more unique individuals and all the captain could do is watch from the command deck as all his options were gone. He was ignored by the Marine’s who suggested it wasn’t their jurisdiction, his military force was getting massacred along with the citizens of this fleet and there was no one on board who could fight these people. The Captain would take some time to consider his options when he remembered one man, one man who was asleep in one of the Hotel rooms, a Pirate who represented vengeance and as such, the captain would with haste go to visit his room. Knock Knock. “Come in”.     
                             
Meanwhile at the bottom of the ship; Victoria, Brian, and the Veteran would have no idea what was going on above deck as this was the one place one wouldn’t be able to hear the alarm or anything not to mention very few people would even know the room existed. Despite this with every scream, and every corpse crashing against the wooden floors above Victoria Heart would begin to hurt as if it was trying to tell her something.  Victoria would place her right hand upon her chest only inches away from her heart, she would gaze towards Brian who was blushing even more in response to Victoria gaze. Victoria would think for a moment to herself “Am i falling for this bartender?....” thinks for a bit longer as she continues to gaze his way; the bartender slips over as his heart beats faster “Nope it's not that”. The feeling would grow more intense forcing her to fall from her seat to the ground. The veteran would take a knee as he places one hand on each of her shoulders “Are you alright” “I Don’t know my heart is feeling something it shouldn’t and i don’t understand what i am feeling at all” “Lay down”. 


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The Captain turns the doorknob and opens the door entering the room of the Vendetta as his body trembled in fear; a Pirate known for killing a large number of Pirates, Marines and the Murder of 96 civilians in his time. The Pirate known as Vendetta wore a Maroon red jacket, a black silk T-shirt, and stained blood jeans, his boots were Red however it appeared as if they had been stained so much from stepping through pools of blood that they became Red, not due to the makers choice. His hair was black and messy with strange uneven cuts in the part that dropped across his face as if to forum eye-holes within his own hair.  “So Captain what do you want” he would ask in a relaxed mellowing manor as a cigarette would be crushed beneath his boot. Almost instantly the Captain would fall to his knees in an attempt to beg for his people “My people are under barbaric attack, I’m out of options Please will you help”. Every word that would leave the Captain's lips would be filled with terror, desperation and a smidge of reluctance. “Why are Humans drawn towards weapons? And why are weapons delicious? Is the taste of killing what makes them Beautiful? If so is the moment of stealing one's life a pedestal for reality? I can see you have been moved by the same wonder as I” Vendetta would stand up and walk passed the Captain “Alright, my knuckles are only a few hundred kills away from becoming legendary”. Vendetta would move outside with the objective and Vendetta to take out all pirates on the ship in order to reach 100 000 kills with his knuckles.   

As Vendetta reaches the outside of the fleet he takes a deep breath and is almost immediately greeted by several pirates who at this point had killed almost everyone outside and were attempting to break inside. Two Pirates working in sync would come at him from the front at quite a speed. The first would attempt to slice his upper half as he did a somersault before diving forward even faster, the second would go for his lower half also doing a somersault to increase his speed; in fact they would use the palms of each other shoes to push off in mid-air for the driving force of their attack. Vendetta would burst out in laughter during the mere seconds he had to respond. His eyes open wide as his eyes slowly grow red with excitement as he had entered conflict “ Yes Yes, it will take a mere second to turn your Treasure to Trash and your Life to” a second passes “That's Right nothing”. Rotating his arms like a clock in a circular motion Vendetta is able to suddenly meet both of the attacks head-on; his Knuckles clash against the metal blades hard and as a result, stops not only the swords but the two wielding them in midair. A wind shockwave shoots up in a perpendicular angle to the clash, which could be heard all over the ship in the form of a loud whooshing sound.  

Over the next hour, Vendetta would make his way around the ships killing every pirate he could find with none giving him much of a challenge until he started fighting the unique fighters as a group. Fatzoo comes crashing down from above with his Large Longsword with all his weight behind the attack; Vendetta is able to block the attack using both of his knuckles to block. At this moment Short Green darts through the floorboards and thrusts his spiked curved shield into the stomach of Vendetta creating several holes in Vendetta’s skin in the process. *Bang Bang* two bullets would hit the wrists of Vendetta as the Double Cut joined the battle as well. The injuries would force Vendetta to let Fatzoo attack through as he rolled back putting the three enemies in front of him however his escape wouldn’t be free Fatzoo long sword would successfully cut his left thigh as he rolled.  Vendetta would spit out a mouth full of blood as “Delightful”. Fatzoo, Short green and Double Cut would begin walking towards him as they slowly began spreading out in order to prevent any chance of escape “You think I’m going to run, fortune doesn’t favor fools”. “It seems not everyone on this ship is weak” “Sir he has taken out, nearly all of our forces” “Lucky I say “ Yeah Luck” Vendetta eye would raise as his enthusiasm lowered. “Did these guys just disrespect me, underestimate me and imply I’m a vessel of Luck” Anger would fill him as multiple veins would start rising across his entire body. “You three are going to die, and then I’m going to hunt down anyone youuuu” before he could finish all three pirates would charge him rapidly unleashing a flurry of in synch attacks. Vendetta could tell one couldn’t dodge such a barrage or block due to the area covered and variety of the attacks and as such he would decide how they would hit him. Diving into the spiked shield with his back causing the impact to literally wedge the shield into his back, the long sword would scrap across his twisting left leg and the bullets of the double-barreled gun would be caught in his left hand.

10 minutes later Vendette would be standing covered in blood as if mirroring the blood covered decks of this fleet while the pirates would lay dead on the ground with their faces hammered so hard that there was nothing left to recognize their bodies. 20 minutes later Vendette would have killed every pirate on the ship and several Civilians along with the captain would appear on the deck with mops, buckets and other cleaning supplies as they felt the incredible pain of losing so many of their family.  As the Civilians souls cried in pain, eyes dripping water as sorrow rose Vendette would begin counting within his head how many kills his knuckles had reached after the events that had taken place. “Hmm, only 329… that takes me to 99,985...Damm I only need 25 more kills to make my knuckles legendary”. The captain would approach Vendette “Thank you, is their anything you need just ask” Vendette would look at the captain as an evil grin would spawn on his face.

Meanwhile during the carnage Victoria who was still unaware of anything that had happened or what was happening had fallen into a fiver, her eyes closed or open could see rivers of blood rangering in a range of splatter patterns, echos of the deaths of those she had bonded with was starting to reach her through her heart. She had no idea what was going on or what was happening to her however the veteran was starting to develop suspicions.            


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Vendette would speak quietly so only the captain could hear him as he steps into the personal space of the Captain to the point his breath could be felt upon the nose of the captain “Anything you say” Vendette looks into the eyes of the captain “Twenty Five” the Captain would be filled with confusion “25? 25 what?” “25 targets” Vendette takes a deep breath “You see, i need 25 more to reach one hundred thozhan oh that legendary number” “I guess i could create some wooden targets for you” “You misunderstand me Captain” *Thud*. The captain is flung back into one of the ships blooded walls and drops to the floor unconscious at which point his skull is broken apart by a powerful punch to his forehead supplied by a rushing Vendette who would swing his fist forward from his hip into the face of the Captain. “25 Targets to kill”. As the captain died the rest of the civilians who had managed to swallow their sorrow in order to clean the ship were now running for their lives; however once they realized they couldn’t escape they would yell in sync “CLOSE THE DOORS”. The remaining population would close the outer doors and all access points in an attempt to hide from the enemy outside.   


After brutally killing the unfortunate civilians outside with his knuckles Vendette would still need 11 victims in order to consider his Knuckles to be legendary weapons to be feared and as such would move himself to the main doors of Ship 3. The double doors were made of Carbon steel and somewhat thick. Vendette world began punching the doors with his right hand again and again with 3 seconds passing between each attack. Vendette was completely covered in blood from head to toe and the smell was reaching beyond the doors. With each attack, the door would become more damaged and it would be only a matter of time until he broke through. “If” *Thud* “Don’t” *Thud* “Sacrifice” *Thud* “11” *Thud* “I will” *Thud* “KILL” *Thud* “You” *Thud* “All”. A crack would open in the door revealing several military defenders in training awaiting his arrival, Vendette would look through the gap with his right eye “PEEK A BOOOO”.


At that moment Victoria would suddenly and Rapidly raise from her laying position to a sitting up position with her eyes opening wide open and forehead tightening as if she had just seen the truth of the situation. She wasn’t sure or confident in what was going through her mind but for some reason, she could feel the death, the terror within the remaining souls flooding through the heart of the ship and a dark Aura seething through the ship. Victoria would stand up and start moving through the ship, in order to check if she was right, however, her very soul was praying she was incorrect about the situation. Opening a heavy door to the side of the ship Victoria is welcomed to the bloody sight of the dead. Looking ahead, to the left and to the right there was no part spared the traumatic events aftermath. The entire fleet was covered in blood, corpses and the organs of the dead and the vivid imagery was penetrating the mind of Victoria as she placed her shaking hand on her mouth in shock *Thud* *Thud*. Victoria entire body would begin shaking as started connecting the visions she had below deck with what she was seeing. *Thud*. Victoria would walk through the carnage until finally coming to one of the alarm bell pulleys where a kid had been brutally killed in an attempt to call for help. This was one of the kids Victoria was playing with and thus would become the spark that would cause the last string within her Sanity to snap. Victoria would clunch all her muscles tightened as she lent back slightly with her arms at her side and fist clenched tight; Victoria screamed in Pain, Anger and in a very animalistic manner. One could compare her scream to that of a Lion Roaring as the vibrations of her tightening muscles and anger could be felt within the scream. *Thud* *Thud*.


A silence would behold the area as Vendetta had realized someone was outside, and thus we would begin walking in Victoria direction. “Oh hello, there you're a brave one aren't you” Vendetta would say while lighting a cigarette. Victoria would rapidly turn to see Vendetta who was still covered in blood and her emotions would bubble over as she was fully filled with a burning fury of insane anger. Her eyes would become very white as she roared Loudly towards him “YOU DID THIS!”. The murderous intent could be felt within her words as she moved into a state of pure instinct and adrenaline in fact her current mental state could be compared more to a cornered animal out for blood than that of a Human.


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Within a moment Victoria would be within striking distance as her feet instantly started carrying her to Vendetta. Once within striking distance, Victoria would swing her right shoulder towards his right check putting all her weight being the attack *Smash* *Thud*. Victoria catches Vendetta by surprise as he is not only struck but flung into a nearby wall due to the force behind it. Within an instant of Vendetta impacting the carbon steel wall Victoria is once again within range as she unleashes a fury of attacks impacting him several times; the attacks would land strongly on his face with enough force to create echoing bangs that could be heard by almost everyone on the ship.  After the 5th punch Vendetta would manage to push Victoria back as he rolled forward in order to escape and to gather his thoughts however Victoria would kick the crouching Vendetta in the face with her right foot before punching again in his face. While her attacks would push Vendetta back quite a bit as he is driven into another wall he does manage to reach his feet. Victoria throws several more punches towards Vendetta with none resulting in contact, Vendetta rolls along the wall to avoid each attack successfully. Each attack would, however, leave several holes in their wake as Victoria kept up offensive nature.


Vendetta kicks himself from the wall and headbutts Victoria in her shoulder, using the same arm Victoria flicks her arm back and once again lands a punch to Vendetta face pushing him back into the wall. The more the fight went on the more angry Victoria would become with her teeth starting to bear towards her enemy, her nostrils widening and her eyes becoming somewhat bloodshot. If one didn't know better her face would be that of a raging dog on the hunt. Vendetta once again kicks off the wall but this time to catapult himself over Victoria, pushing himself even further by pushing off her shoulder.  Finally, Vendetta had gained some time to adapt to her speed and fightings style and was ready to fight back however he was growing extremely tired not to mention he was already quite injured before the fight started due to his battle with the pirates. Charging towards Vendetta Victoria would have her arms risen as she prepared to continue pummeling his face, Vendetta weaves in between her attacks only to receive slight grazes from each one. *BANG*. Victoria is struck with a right hook to her forehead and is sent flying back into the carbon steel wall head first, luckily for Victoria said wall was unstable due to all the attacks that had already been laid into it and thus it would break completely instead of Victoria.


Back on her feet Victoria is once again charging Vendetta who is expecting the same barrage of attacks however Victoria throws three faints as she rotates to grab Vendetta Right arm with all her might. With his arm locked Victoria is able to use it to guard against the other while thrusting her first into the back of Vendetta. He screams in pain as Victoria locates a previous injury caused by one of the Pirates. Victoria would continue to push her fist into the wound harder before opening her hand to grab anything she could before pulling out some Vendetta internal organs. Vendetta is able to break free from Victoria hold and begins to wobble away. Using his left-hand Vendetta pushes back in what came out and as he turns to gaze over Victoria he is cursed with the image of her once again dazing towards him with her closed right hand meeting his face once again.  Over the course of the next 20 minutes, the two would continue to fight. Victoria was punishing Vendetta with every attack and had no notion of ever stopping until he was dead. Vendetta would get in the odd shot and moment of his own in fact he would fracture Victoria left knee-cap at one point but his efforts would be in Vain as Victoria would eventually kill him due to the sheer number of Punches and Blood-Loss.


The fight would end with Vendetta laying face-up with Victoria sitting on his torso with one knee either side. Despite the fight being over and Vendetta being dead Victoria would continue to Punch him again and again and again for an entire hour until the veteran from before would place his hand on her shoulder “Enough”. Victoria had already regained her normal sense by this point and yet couldn’t stop herself from punching the corpse of Vendetta. The weather would take a turn as it began raining heavily cleaning the fleet of blood as the tears of the sky flowed throughout the fleet. Victoria stayed where she was as the rain rippled into her Hair, Clothes, and skin, however, she had stopped punching the Corpse. The Veteran and several other civilians of the fleet would pick Victoria up and carry her inside as a sign of respect. Over the next few hours, everyone would help in putting all corpse’s within the ocean and aiding the raid water in removing the blood from all over the ships furthermore Victoria would be provided with a dry set of clothes.  Victoria would spend a somewhat significant amount of time within her own head deep thinking “Why only give me flashes of information, why would you not tell me what was going on"; little did Victoria know she was unlocking a unique power to sense things around her “I WILL NEVER LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN” Victoria would say in the middle of the night when waking from a nightmare repeating events in order.


Aftermath Facts.
A total of 659 civilians would be killed by the Pirates
A total of 120 military personnel would be killed by the Pirates
14 members of the fleet would be killed by Vendetta
329 Pirates would be killed by Vendetta
51 Pirates would be killed by Military Personnel
Vendetta would be killed by Victoria
Shortly after helping the ship clean up, Victoria would return to the Roaring Lion Barracks with a damaged soul  
How it is reported
Vendetta would be marked as one of the Pirates while Victoria would be credited with the defeat of 330 Pirates including Vendetta by her own hand.

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