The Prince and the Pirate

The island of Mayaale was vibrant in the sun's light. It's lush jungles stretched for miles, mostly untouched by humans. Due to all the rocky outcroppings around this part of the archipelago, ships rarely approached the island. As such, it was barely inhabited, all of the human settlers living on the south end of the island at a harbour on the only known safe route to the island.

Not that this bothered Sera at all. Since the island was part of the same archipelago as Gallanholm Atoll, she didn't have to worry about the distance between the islands. Without that holding her back, she had decided to take a vacation within a vacation. Sera had been stressed for a while running a pirate crew, everyone relying on her. This had come right on the heels of a devastating civil war, which saw her homeland destroyed as far as she was concerned. While on the surface she had told the crew that she was doing this so they could have time to come to terms with Alnora. The truth was simply that she needed the break more than anyone.

This is what lead to Sera's current situation, lying half-submerged in a pool in the jungle, the crystal clear waters helping cleanse her body and mind. An oasis at the base of a waterfall, this pool was nigh perfection. And she was determined to make what she could out of the few hours of solitude.

"Ah... this is Heaven..."