WIP of Chapter 5 Opening

In these waters if a man was found floating out at the edge, dangerously close to the storms; sailors were given one single guideline by the government. If they know where they are, pull them aboard and get them to dry land, if not, throw them back like an unwanted catch. It was a  simple line intended to remove outsiders from  whispering rumours about this place to the wider world, those that were indented to be killed and hapless citizens whose own stupidity had got them closer to a death worse than a mere drowning. It was also in these waters that the carcases of ships, and planes floated before being finally dragged down by stormy waves. The danger, crossed with a bounty; untold, unknown and unvalued was waiting to be scooped up by more daring captains and their crews and one such had found the wreckage of a burnt up ship.

"This is all going to be worthless. The lightning has burnt that mast and then those tempest ladies supercharged the fire or something. That mast has smashed most of it up and the fire's pretty much burnt anything that was carrying something heavy. There's no point, I'm not risking another storm so that miss high and mighty can go play in port. We're not pirates, you know that, I know that, we all do. This is all meant to be a stupid mask for it all but she's enjoying herself too much. You couldn't tell she was a spoilt little brat when she was younger. That was when her father...what the heck is that? Ah this is going to be good. Get the rope now!" Men scrabbled aboard deck, rope passed hands and into the sea. A net was thrown and hauled back in. The man stomped his foot four times of the deck "Now what do you want to ask this one?"

From under the deck a distinct heavy boot marched its way to up. The crew fell silent, and the man standing over what looked like a drowned man, smiled. "Alright boys, you know the drill. Someone grab me my vials please, and the needle."  Moments later a gold adorned dark wooden box was presented. Inside luxurious dark green velvet with inlay room for three tubular vials and a syringe and needle. One of out three vials had seemed to be missing for a while as its spot had slightly faded. The other two looked as though they had never been touched. A fresh glass vial was brought out and the syringe assembled. The metal tip was held in a flame and then held under a crystal fragment that cast a white shadow over the device. After a few seconds a length of cloth was tied around the now exposed arm of the drowned man. A vein was tapped for and she preceded to draw blood. The vial was filled, the rest of the blood thrown into the sea and the captain withdrew under deck. The towering man, nodded to the rest of the crew and kicked the man in the stomach.