The sea of ba'hoot, also known as the sea of ghosts (called that because of the many wrecked ships you can find here and there) was a grand expanse of water that laid between to continents. Ceb to the west, and Trium to the east. these are treacherous waters but not because of the weather but because of the rampant piracy! Trading between the two continents is quite lucrative but, also very dangerous. And wherever there is wealth sailing around there are those out there trying to steal it.
a few members crew of the White bandit awake to silence on the sea of ghosts. On the deck Kaua (pronounced ko-ah) the recently turned crow harpy lookout/spy and former assassin, awakens on her back, her one good eye snapping open (she wears an eye patch on her left eye, witch is blind). For moment she wasn't sure where she was or who she was, but thoughts came racing back to her like waves in a grand storm. "We... were raiding some little merchant ship... then we found out it was a trap....", she thought trying to piece together what happened. She remembered the little ship sitting out in the open with no escort, seemingly easy prey... but it went against her and the captains "code" only go after the big fat fish, give the little ones a chance to get there someday. But the past few weeks something changed in her captain. he only ever went after the "fat" merchant ships belonging the greedy monarchs of Ceb. But recently he became a cruel and greed man... "How did that happen... did those crow harpy pirates do that to him?", she thought as she began to sit back up. looking around she saw no sign of the captain... actually she couldn't see anyone from were she was sitting. looking down at herself she could see her firm body was still in one piece. her C-but just barely not D-cups where still snuggly tucked away into her black leather corset. most of her hidden knives were still there, that gave her a little comfort. her black pants seemed to be ripped off leaving her only in her brown panties, her wide hips and grab-able ass only barely covered. She tried not to let that bother her. Her arms seemed ok... the black feathers looking slightly damp. her arms were almost nothing but feathers and wing just about all of her hands were lost in the transformation, leaving only her thumbs as the remaining digits. She hated what had happened to her hands and cursed the disease for taking them from her. it made it so she couldn't hold thing very well like for example her knives. down below feather coated her thighs down to the knee, below that her legs turned yellow and birdlike claws had replaced her feet. "Is anyone still here?!", she shouted in her harsh but still feminine voice.
a few members crew of the White bandit awake to silence on the sea of ghosts. On the deck Kaua (pronounced ko-ah) the recently turned crow harpy lookout/spy and former assassin, awakens on her back, her one good eye snapping open (she wears an eye patch on her left eye, witch is blind). For moment she wasn't sure where she was or who she was, but thoughts came racing back to her like waves in a grand storm. "We... were raiding some little merchant ship... then we found out it was a trap....", she thought trying to piece together what happened. She remembered the little ship sitting out in the open with no escort, seemingly easy prey... but it went against her and the captains "code" only go after the big fat fish, give the little ones a chance to get there someday. But the past few weeks something changed in her captain. he only ever went after the "fat" merchant ships belonging the greedy monarchs of Ceb. But recently he became a cruel and greed man... "How did that happen... did those crow harpy pirates do that to him?", she thought as she began to sit back up. looking around she saw no sign of the captain... actually she couldn't see anyone from were she was sitting. looking down at herself she could see her firm body was still in one piece. her C-but just barely not D-cups where still snuggly tucked away into her black leather corset. most of her hidden knives were still there, that gave her a little comfort. her black pants seemed to be ripped off leaving her only in her brown panties, her wide hips and grab-able ass only barely covered. She tried not to let that bother her. Her arms seemed ok... the black feathers looking slightly damp. her arms were almost nothing but feathers and wing just about all of her hands were lost in the transformation, leaving only her thumbs as the remaining digits. She hated what had happened to her hands and cursed the disease for taking them from her. it made it so she couldn't hold thing very well like for example her knives. down below feather coated her thighs down to the knee, below that her legs turned yellow and birdlike claws had replaced her feet. "Is anyone still here?!", she shouted in her harsh but still feminine voice.
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