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Beyond the Realms of Possibility [ 1 ]

CONTENT/WARNINGS: pirate au, pirate! Levi x reader, blood + violence, pirates, mythical creatures, slow burn, romance, eventual smut

NOTES: hi friends! i had fun writing this - sassy but actually soft levi + timid yet badass when pushed into a corner reader ?? yes pls. 🥺 also like I threw in a lil sinbad reference cause sinbad/pirate Levi is *chefs kiss* (if you know sinbad then you’re an og) as always thanks for reading - if you got past the prologue, thanks for making it here *muah*

[Prologue]

September 1740 | Aboard the Titan

“State your name and business,” a voice calls from behind the wooden door.

“William Knox, sir,” you reply hesitantly. Being in the presence of the Commander made you nervous, even if he was behind a closed door.

Finally, all your efforts led you to this moment; someone who could provide answers to all your questions. The leader of such a grand ship would have to be on par with legends like Blackbeard and Bartholomew.

“Blackbeard was a bloodthirsty pirate,” you recall your fathers eager words, “A cruel and heartless man but nonetheless a legendary explorer. Sailing through the West Indies, he conquered everything in his path, sparing nothing and no one.”

“And The Great Bartholomew,” your father had a tendency to ramble on during bedtime, not that you minded, “taking over 400 prizes during his life of active piracy, it is said he became one of the first Pirate Kings!”

Would the Commander of the Titan be on par with such legendary Pirate Kings? Just as bloodthirsty? Merciless? You twist the straps of your satchel anxiously as you stand outside of the door impatiently; each passing second feeling like forever.

When finally he calls for you to enter, you open the door tentatively. Peering in, your eyes immediately fall to a man who doesn’t acknowledge your presence. The room itself is quieter than the noisy deck. The Commander’s quarters were empty with the exception of a bed and a bookshelf that reminded you of your father’s - filled to the brim with books, scrolls and parchment paper. However, there is one thing you do note - it’s exceptionally cleaner than the rest of the other seen parts of the ship. Walking in with a little more confidence, you close the door behind you.

The man continues to write at his desk, as though you are not even there. To say the least, you were surprised...perhaps even disappointed? The Captain of the ship is nothing like how you imagined. He isn’t rugged, smelly, nor evil-looking in any way. He’s much more cleaner and a lot less taller than what you expected but nonetheless...he’s handsome.

When he finishes his last scribble, grey eyes, sharp as steel, meet yours and slowly drink in your appearance. The man’s piercing stare making you even more nervous. You feel the cold sweat drip down your back, dampening the binds that suffocated your breasts. Suddenly, it felt harder to breathe more than ever.

“Knox, was it?” He places the quill down. Leaning back in his seat, he crosses his arms seemingly disappointed at the sight of you. He looks upset and it makes you fidget.

Clearing your throat, making sure it’s an octave lower before speaking, “Yes, sir.”

“I hear you're good with maps,” he stands, strolling slowly around the desk. His eyes never leave you for a second causing your mouth to dry. On the outside you try to remain calm but your uneasy heart bangs from the inside of your chest, making it even harder to breathe with the constricting binds. At first, all you can manage is a nod but his piercing stare compels you to speak.

“I’d like to be a part of your crew sir,” you say, barely above a whisper. He scoffs. Not the reaction you were expecting.

His dark and cold eyes look at you, clearly unconvinced, “Cut the act.”

His response causes you to freeze. Had he caught on already? Were you too easy to read?

“You’re going to have to do a lot better than that,” he says dryly, before flicking the cap off your head. He’s fast. And before you can react, your long hair falls in curly waves, exposing who you truly are.

“I-...I can explain,” you say, nearly on the brink of tears. Is this where it all ends?

Leaning back on the edge of the desk, he tilts his head to the side, taking in your stuttering form. His lips turn upward slightly before shaking his head, “You’re lucky the crew is too stupid to see through your shitty ensemble.”

It takes a while but then it finally dawns on you that he’s amused. You huff, gathering your hair in its original bun, then finally concealing it under the snug cap.

“You didn’t have to be so rude about it,” you eye him sidedly, “I’m assuming you know why I’m here then. Did Kenny tell you everything?”

Ignoring you, he lifts a small teacup to his lips- slim fingers curve along the rim, careful not to smudge its shiny surface, before finally lifting to his thin lips to take a sip. The fine china contrasts the overall dungy aesthetic of the ship and the sight of the Commander and his delicate cup paints a beautiful composition, a duality that is dangerous, yet alluring.

“Does ignoring when addressed run in the family?” you ask, satire dripping off every word; Your impatient temper getting the best of you. He shoots you a dirty look and immediately you regret ever speaking.

“Don’t lump me together with that shitty man,” he scoffs.

“Isn’t he your uncle?” you ask, confused.

“Unfortunately,” he grunts before walking around to his desk again. After reaching into a drawer, he pulls out an iron key and tosses it over to you. Taken aback, the key bounces up and down against your palm clumsily before you get a firm grasp. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Are you really Samuel Reader’s daughter?”

You huff offendedly, “Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

For once his usual bored face has a change of emotion, his lips turning upward in what you would almost call a smile, “He was a great man.”

You roll your eyes, “I keep hearing that too, but trust me when I say it’s hard for me to believe.”

He shakes his head, crossing his arms once again, “Do you know nothing of you father?”

You blink once. Then twice. You were getting tired of people asking you why you knew nothing but insisted on keeping you in the dark.

“That’s kind of the premise of why I am here.”

Commander Levi sighs then gestures to the key in your hand, “Walk to the right and down the hall. The very last door on your left is your quarters. Although it was originally a cupboard, it’s the only room with a lock.”

“Thanks,” you grip it tightly before slipping it into your pocket. You want to ask him more questions but he raises a hand, motioning for you to leave.

“I’ll give you time to settle down,” he repositions himself in his seat, resumming what he was doing before your arrival.

When you leave Commander Levi’s quarters you follow his directions and eventually arrive. You twist the key and the door’s uneven hinges squeak loudly as it opens. There’s nothing but a bed and an empty bucket. You drop your satchel to the ground then flop onto the springy mattress. Moving from one place to another left you feeling exhausted. But after meeting Commander Levi, it finally seemed like you were on your way to uncovering some of your father’s secrets.

Later that evening, a loud banging wakes you from your sleep. You open the door and are surprised to see that it’s Commander Levi. He looks annoyed.

“You sure took your damn time,” he grunts, walking past you, inviting himself into your room.

“Well, come right in, I guess,” you mutter.

Despite the boat’s uneven rocks, he impressively paces back and forth, showing no signs of losing balance. His brow is furrowed, deep in thought. Now and then, he pauses to glance at you, scoffs, then resumes his pacing.

“Is everything alright?” you ask, not knowing if you want to hear his answer. The tension that arrived with the Commander made you nervous.

“The Captain is back,” he states bluntly, “And he is unaware of your...situation. But he thinks you’re some grand navigator - thanks to Oluo running his goddamn mouth - but that means you’ll be put to work a lot earlier than expected.”

“Oluo?” The name sounds familiar as it leaves your lips. Then you remember, “Oh, the man with the fluffy cravat and strange hairdo?”

Taking in the Commander’s appearance, the similarities in their attire dawn on you, making you giggle, “Hey, kind of like yours actually.”

He glares at you.

As usual, he doesn’t answer but shows obvious disdain for your voiced observation, “Can we focus on the bigger picture here? Can or can you not navigate for this ship?”

You’ve never had to work a job before but you were confident in the abilities you had acquired from years of practicing with your father.

“I can,” you say.

“Good,” his shoulders visibly relax at your answer.

In your cramped quarters, he stands close enough so that you manage to get a closer look at him.

Though short in stature, his physique is well-built, you note, after getting small glances of his defined chest through the slit in his linen shirt. Your curious eyes trial up to his narrow face, taking in the faint scar that runs down his right side of his cheek. Whatever monster or person he fought, managed to take a large chunk of flesh and although it was fully healed, you notice the slight cloudiness in his eye. When he speaks, the right side of his face wavers slightly but lacks most movement, making you realize he’s completely unsighted in that one eye. Most people fainted at the sight of his disfigured face, but when you don’t shy away, Levi turns, hiding his scar away from view.

“Come,” he says quietly, “everyone must be eating now.”

Aboard the Titan | The Mess Hall

Trailing behind Commander Levi, he leads you to the lowest level of the ship. It’s darker than other areas and smells heavily of mold and the salty sea. As you approach the double doors that lead to the mess hall, you overhear the muffled yells of the rowdy crew.

Before he opens the door, Levi eyes you cautiously, “Captain Erwin is a very calculating man. Do not waver in his presence- he’s already suspicious.”

You nod, licking your dry lips. However, after meeting Levi, you doubted there would be anyone more intimidating. With an easy shove, he opens the door, generating a deafening silence that falls among the unruly men. The mess hall is small and dimly lit, but manages to fit the entire crew.

Immediately, your eyes are drawn to a tall and muscular blonde who sits in the middle of the largest table- undoubtedly he sticks out from the rest of the crowd. Levi doesn’t greet him but takes the seat next to the unnamed man. Unsure of what to do, you quietly take the empty seat next to Levi.

Once the chatter returns amongst the curious crew, you begin to recognize familiar faces among the boisterous congregation. Eld gives you a small friendly wave before returning to his meal. Farlan, who just so happens to be sitting across from you, twirls his spoon absentmindedly, looking bored. And Oluo. Out of all of the crew, he was the most unwelcoming. Sitting at the otherside of the room, he glares daggers into your skull. It’s a little unnerving but irritates you more than anything.

“William Knox,” the large man next to Levi breaks your silent observations, “I apologize for not being able to welcome you personally but I wasn’t aware that you’d be joining us today.”

“We needed someone to read the maps,” Levi speaks up. He hasn’t touched his food, opting for another cup of tea “You said so yourself.”

“I did, didn't I?” Erwin are eyes calm yet amused, as they dart back and forth between you and Levi. He chuckles.

Levi stares at Erwin, the angry look never leaving.

“In that case, William,” he raises his iron chalice to drink, “I leave you under Commander Levi’s supervision.”

Levi shows visible signs of discontent at Erwin’s proposed arrangement for the both of you, but surprisingly, he doesn’t argue.

“It’s settled then,” Erwin grins, pleased at Levi’s - although very much against his will - complacency, “Welcome to the Titan, Mr. Knox.”

That evening, when everyone else has fallen asleep, you peer out into the dark hallway. When there is no sign of other people, you quietly close the door behind you and make your way up.

When you emerge from below the deck, you aren’t sure if it’s the whipping salty air that steals your breath away or the vast night sky. Never before have you seen the stars like this. Every single one gets a chance to shine and you absolutely revel in each of their performances. You search the sky with wide eyes until finally finding what you were looking for.

Just as your father told you, the Callisto Constellation decorates the left portion of night’s stage. She shimmies her skirt of twinkles, showing off, and living up to the rumors of her breathtaking beauty. Without thinking, you reach up, stretching your fingers, hoping to get a little closer. And as if you were Zeus himself, she draws you in. You lean forward, resting your face on the railing, completely mesmerized.

“What are you doing up so late,” a deep voice startles you out of your trance. When you whip around, you’re relieved to see Commander Levi.

“Don’t fucking scare me like that,” you hold the collar of your shirt, as though to soothe the raise in your heartbeat.

“It’s late,” he states again bluntly.

“Yes I know that,” you roll your eyes. The sarcastic tone clearly dampens his mood.

“You should really smile more, ya know?” you poke his chest, “it would make up for your grumpy personality.”

He snatches your hand roughly, pulling you forward so that you stumble into his hard chest, “Look, even though I know of your circumstances, I’m getting really tired of that mouth of yours.”

Your eyes widen with surprise and dart back and forth between his stern glare and the chilling threats that leave his lips.

“Got it?”

Despite the cold air, his fingers are warm. Your nervous breath fills the cold air and all you can do is nod fervently. When he releases you, his touch still lingers on your skin.

“...I was just admiring the sky,” Still a little spooked, you rub the remnants of his touch away as you turn back towards the dark sea, “I’ve never seen it like this.”

He flicks your forehead - in an almost playful manner, “Some navigator you are.”

You huff offensively and then scoot a few steps away from the taller man to emphasize your irritation.

The sounds of the calm waves splashing against the sides of the ship drowns your salty mood and a comfortable silence falls between the two of you.

Suddenly a crewmember emerges from the floor door and the abrupt outburst makes you jump. He flings half of his body over the railing and vomits. After spewing out all the remnants of his semi digested dinner, he slumps down against the rail drunkily before falling back asleep.

“Disgusting,” the commander comments. Without looking you can already picture his face contorted in utter revulsion and when you turn to see that his face is exactly how you imagined, it makes you stifle a giggle.

“What?” He asks bluntly.

“Nothing,” you quip, before hanging tightly onto the railing while stretching them from side to side.

When the silence overtakes the both of you again, you are the first to break it.

“How did you know my father?” You ask quietly.

For once, he glances up at you, the moon gracefully illuminating his handsome face in its light. The sight is breathtaking.

“Samuel was like a father to me,” he speaks slowly, gauging your relation to every single word, “Everything I am today, I owe it to him.”

“But what about Kenny?” you ask, genuinely curious.

He scoffs.

“He chose to dedicate his every breathing, waking moment to this marauding lifestyle,” breaking eye contact with you, he turns away bitterly, “And, I wasn’t a part of that…”

Your eyes soften at his pained expression. Clearly the relationship between the two was rocky.

Unsure of what to say, you nudge your shoulder playfully against his, attempting to lighten the mood, “Guess we’re two peas in a pod.”

His lips turn downward disapprovingly at the sudden contact, but says nothing to object to it.

“Your father,” he rubs his chin apprehensively before continuing his thought, “Raised me like his own...made me feel like I had a place to belong in this shitty excuse of a world.”

“That sounds like him,” you can’t help but smile, “I just wish he didn’t feel the need to exclude me from this part of his life.”

It was clear that Levi was the only person you could trust on this ship. Placing your head on crossed arms, you angle slightly towards him. With an outstretched hand, you dangle the map your father left you.

“Any idea where this leads?” you ask lazily, seemingly tired of running into dead ends. He shakes his head, causing you to feel lethargic.

Before he can speak, the sound of a splash interrupts your conversation. Levi runs to where the drunken man once stood and peers out into the sea.

“Hey!” He yells, “What the hell are you doing?”

You squint, searching the dark waters until finally your eyes land on the man who fell overboard. You rub your eyes for good measure, to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on you. It wasn’t. The waves seem to form into the shape of a slim arm, wrapping its limb around the man’s neck, pulling him under.

“What in God’s name is that?” Your question comes out barely above a whisper.

Another splash in the opposite direction attracts your attention. It suddenly dawns on you that these men were jumping into the water.

Levi is quick to act. Running swiftly across the deck, he grabs onto a dangling rope hanging from the masts. He pulls out a pistol, shooting the knot that kept it in place. You watch with wondrous eyes as the connecting weight falls instantly, yanking Levi up into the dark sky.

The rope swings around the mast, out towards the open sea. Using his upper body strength, Levi propels himself forward, reaching down just in time to grab his drowning mate, before oscillating back towards the ship.

He lands back onto the deck unscathed, taking no time to regain his footing. Although a little damp from the spraying waves, he returned in one piece. He drops the sputtering man to the ground.

“What the hell were you thinking,” he yells, delivering a punishing kick to the sputtering man. The man ignores his commander, crawling back towards the edge of the ship, looking desperate to get back out to the sea.

With both of them back on board safely, you squint out into the darkness.The water juts out and just for a brief moment you are able to make out its shape. The water bows deliciously in all the right places, looking plump, and accentuating all the cures of what looks to be a beautiful woman. Her hair flows elegantly behind her as she dips back to the sea, dissolving into the water. And out of the blue, she begins to sing her mesmerizing melody.

You squat down to stop the man from crawling back to the siren’s beckoning call. Glancing up towards your Commander, you begin to panic when you realize that Levi is not immune to its calls. Looking absolutely livid, he smashes his ears with flattened palms. Quickly analyzing the situation, he flings an unsheathed dagger, piercing it perfectly into the wooden deck near the whimpering crewmate.

“Keep him here,” Levi growls out before dashing towards the rear end of the ship. He disappears into the now growing crowd of crew members, leaving you unsure of what to do.

Thinking fast, you drag the heavy man towards the center of the ship. Along the way you grab any spare rope that you can find and do your best to tie him to the large mast. After securing a tight knot, you look up and realize hoards of men are reaching outwards, trying their best to propel themselves off board.

Panicked, you look around for Commander Levi but soon realize it was up to you to save the rest of the crew. Acting without much thought, you scramble towards the thick rings of ropes that hang off large hooks on the side of the deck. Without any hesitation, you snatch it and tug it loose from the binds. Once free, you dart along the edges of the ship, making sure to surround each member inside your snare. Using all of your body weight, you yank the rope, finding yourself in a tug-of-war with the group of loopy men.

Unable to overpower them, your eyes dart around the ship, hoping to find something that would help you.

Until, an idea pops into your head. It’s crazy, your inner voice quips. Ignoring it, your body moves with speed. You link the rope in hand to the ones connected with the second sail. When it’s securely fastened, you slice the knots that keep the foremast in its place. The large wooden sail swings out towards the side, sending all the men flying backwards, knocking each other unconscious. Taking a chance, you run around the men in circles, wrangling them together in a messy bind.

You step back and wipe the ocean spray from your eyes to look at your handiwork. Once you deem them to be immobile, a scream catches your attention. The alarming sound comes from out at sea. That wasn’t good.

Gripping tightly to the sides, you look out trying to make out any drowning figures. And then finally, you see him. Oluo bobs up and down, reaching outward to the alluring siren, swallowing sea water in a drunken state. Cursing, you knew there was only one way you were going to reach him. Darting to where Levi once stood, you grip the brim tightly.

Replaying Levi’s movements in your head, you wrap the cords around your hand several times. Your heart was beating fast against your chest, making your blood run cold with adrenaline. The spray makes it hard to process your thoughts, but it is now or never. If you took anymore time to think, Oluo was going to die.

Taking a deep breath to steel your nerves, you take the chance and slice.

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taixju · 3 years

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Beyond the Realms of Possibility

[Prologue]

CONTENT/WARNINGS: pirate au, pirate! Levi x reader, blood + violence, pirates, mythical creatures, slow burn, romance, eventual smut

NOTES: thank you to @lostcoves for the title idea and @queenofcurse for fueling my levi thirst 😫 and to the both of them for beta reading!! Please show both of their pages some love 💕

SUMMARY: One day your father goes missing, leaving you nothing but his knowledge of the stars and a map of uncharted waters that seemingly lead to the end of the world. You’re left with no choice but to acquire the help of a grumpy, ill-tempered, neat freak of an ex-fugitive. The objective seems clear: Sneak aboard the Titan as a male recruit. Master Celestial Navigation overnight. Find your father’s whereabouts. And don’t get caught. But assimilating to the life of piracy proves to be more difficult than you thought and you find yourself, in more than one instance, steering off course.

September 1740 | The Bard’s Tavern | Present Day

Faint flames from the fireplace illuminate the small but lively tavern. The atmosphere is warm and more than welcoming. Seated at the farthest table you bring the heavy metal mug to your lips, taking small sips of the bitter ale while watching the accordionist play a jolly tune. Humming along absentmindedly, your mind wanders back to your fool of a father who disappeared one morning without a trace. You were surprised to say the least. Living up to his mysterious reputation, he left you nothing but a pouch of shillings and a note, you didn’t find till months later.

Calista,

Go to the Bard’s Tavern. Ask for Kenny. Trust no one. Forgive me, I promise everything will be okay.

With love,

Father

The note left you with more questions than answers and not much to go off of. Although, when your father made promises, it was never a good sign and it was less reassuring when the governor sent soldiers to your home, demanding presence with your father. When they refused to give you a reason for their inquiry, it was then that you decided to disregard your father’s last message and take matters into your own hands. The both of you had lost your mother early on and ever since, you had felt it was your duty to keep your father out of trouble; as he had a tendency to do so.

“Now, what can I get you?” the plump short lady returned, dusting overworked hands on the front of her apron.

“Eggs and toast will be just fine,” you reply, not feeling hungry.

“Nonsense!” she chastised, “You look absolutely famished! How does some bacon sound?”

“Ma!” a young boy peeked out from the kitchen, “We’re fresh out of bacon!”

“Oh darn that boy,” she grumbles, “Connie! How many times have I told you to check the pantry!”

“We’ve got ham!” he yells out again.

“I’ll add some ham to your order, dearie,” she turns back to you with a warm smile.

You thank her and watch her as she walks away to tend to another table. Once she is out of earshot, you reach into your breast pocket, fishing out the crinkled bank notes you received from your family friend. The money would last you months. The Bott’s were like your second family and when your mother died, Mrs. Bott treated you as one of her own.

3 Months Prior | June 1740 | Bott Residence

“It’s dangerous,” Marco, the Bott family’s eldest son, insisted, “Pirates - they aren’t to be meddled with Calista.”

“You saw his study,” you insist, ignoring his protests. You roll out the tattered map that seemingly led to the end of the world, “It has my name on it. He wanted me to find this. Wherever it leads, I’m meant to go there and maybe- for all I know, it’ll lead to him!”

Your friend sighs exasperatedly, “Please rethink this - we can get married, you can settle down,” he grasps your arm gently to stop your back and forth pacing, “Let me take care of you.”

You meet his gaze lovingly. You cared for him - you did. He took care of you when you had no one else to turn to but the both of you knew that you would never love each other in the way he was implying.

“Oh Marco,” you murmur fondly, “We both know; you and I- it’s not possible.”

“It is,” he looks back at you with pained eyes, “We could make it work. I can make the rest of your days happy.”

“And what about Mina?” you counter, pulling your hand away, “Don’t throw your entire life away just to satiate your guilt. I can take care of myself.”

When he falls silent, you know he has accepted his defeat.

“You don’t even know where your father is,” he lowers his eyes tentatively, “for all you know he could be-...”

“Don’t,” you hiss, “He isn’t. I know he isn’t.”

“And you think this Kenny can help?”

“He has to,” you cradle yourself in your arms, “He’s the only lead I’ve got.”

“He’s a retired raider of the seas,” he seethes, disdain seeping with every word, “You heard what the chamberlain said, what makes you think he can help?”

“My father’s last words lead me to him,” you cross your arms defiantly.

“And you also think you’ll find answers wherever this map leads?”

Marcos’s eyes soften at the slight slump in your shoulders. Despite all your efforts to conceal your hidden sorrow, he notices. Although your father was always dragging you into his messes, he was a kind man and did his very best to raise you. But it wasn’t a secret that your father was no stranger to pirates. He wasn’t bound to the life of piracy but instead was a man of science and was well known for his aptitude in navigation. Growing up, he’d always tell you stories of his younger days - full of adventure and excitement, when he sailed the open seas, encountering all sorts of people and magical beings.

“He’s a pirate,” his words stressing on the taboo word, “They pillage, plunder, and care for nothing other than themselves. You think a man like that is going to be of help?”

“Here you go dearie,” the woman returns, placing the warm meal in front of you and interrupting your train of thought, “Dig in! Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Thank you,” the smokey fragrance satiates your appetite, making your mouth water. After taking a few bites, you wipe away the crumbs on the back of your hand. Leaning forward, you are careful so that your next words would be out of the earshot of other customers, “There is one other thing...I’m looking for a gentleman named Kenny, I was told this would be the place to find him.”

The mention of the name startles her causing her to instinctively bring a hand over her mouth, covering her gasp.

“Child...that man is no gentleman. Now, why would a young lass like you be looking for a ruffian like him?” She lowers her voice, “He’s nothing but trouble.”

“Please- I was told he could help me,” you urge, not willing to take ‘no’ for an answer. She sees the determined look in your eyes and then sighs.

“He’s usually the last customer of the night,” she cleans her hands nervously with her skirt, “Although, he doesn’t take too kindly to other people. If it’s Kenny you want to see, you’ll have to wait till closing dearie, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you ma’am,” she isn’t pleased by your request but doesn’t renounce her kindness.

“It’s Mrs. Springer, dearie. Now eat up before your food gets cold.”

The food was more than just a warm meal. It was delicious. Something that you came across on rare occasions. You neither your father belonged in the kitchen. There were many sleepless nights where your father invited you to his library, teaching you all the secrets of the stars and how the twinkling speckles were actually nature’s compass. He’d perch you on his lap, hoisting you high enough to peer through his large telescope, pointing out constellations of hydras, serpants, three headed beasts, demigods, and even the magnificent thunderbolt, belonging to Zeus himself.

1717 | Cornwall Observatory

“Why did I name you Calista?” your father repeats your question absentmindedly as he peers into the dark sky. When he doesn’t reply right away, you perch your chin on his knee, reminding him that you were anticipating his answer.

“Where is she?” He mutters under his breath. A silence falls and you sigh in exasperation, thinking he’s lost track of his thoughts. Suddenly, he throws his hands up in the air with exclamation, “Aha!”

You jump at the sudden outburst but look up at him, matching his excitement. “Come, come,” he gestures for you to stand, “Look here.”

Pinching your left eye, you peer through the large telescope with the other. The sky is vast and freckled with a million stars. Slightly disappointed, you realize that it’s nothing special. Just the same sky as yesterday’s.

“What am I looking at papa?” You ask.

“Angle it slightly to the left- yes just like that-,”he tilts the instrument, helping you out, “There! Do you see that star in the corner? It’ll seem to twinkle a little bit brighter than the rest!”

When your eye catches the extra twinkle, you nod enthusiastically. “That, my dear, is the brightest star in the Calista Constellation.”

The sound of your name causes you to gasp. You? Named after such a beautiful constellation?

“Callisto was a nymph, the daughter of Lycaon, the King of Arcadia,” he begins to explain, with a hint of mysterious wonder, “she was a fighter. A warrior. Stunningly strong yet her beauty could not be matched by any other.”

When he sees your tiny eyes flutter with awe, he continues, “She was a skillful hunter and a loyal follower of Artemis, the goddess of hunt. But alas her downfall was imminent. Seduced by the King of Olympus himself, she was exiled by Artemis, living out the rest of her days as a bear.”

Your tiny worried and furrowed brow makes him laugh boisterously, “Callisto was a misguided soul, not yet sure of herself. But you, Calista, possess all of what that made her good. Remember, your destiny is in your hands. Never forget that.”

The firm grip on your shoulder and his encouraging words elicit a small smile from you. “And if you ever find yourself lost at sea,” he points towards the brightest star in the sky,”Callisto will always help you find your way.”

The distant yet fond memory warms your heart. If there was any chance of finding your father, every sign was leading you towards the sea. And one thing was certain, before he left, he was sure to teach you all that he knew. Pirate or not, you were well equipped to navigate the seas.

After cleaning your plate, you notice that the tavern is still fairly crowded. People are still enjoying their meals and engaging in lively conversations. It would be a while before Kenny showed up. Taking a hearty sip of ale to wash down your meal, you lean back in your chair and stay quiet; making sure not to draw attention to yourself waiting for the moment in which the man of the hour would make his appearance.

Mrs. Springer wipes down the empty tables as Connie goes around to collect the dirty tableware. The tavern is silent except for the clanging of the metal spoons and plates in Connie’s arms. Despite the bustling dinner rush, you notice that Mrs. Springer and Connie are the only people manning the tavern. You stand up to offer your help, grabbing a rag from the bucket, you join Mrs. Springer in wiping the tabletops.

“Young lass! What do you think you’re doing?” she places her hands on her hips in a scolding motherly tone.

“The meal was wonderful,” you give her an appreciative smile. She huffs before snatching the towel from your hands, “It’s the very least I can do for allowing me to occupy a table for so long.”

“There will be none of that. You just go and have a seat,” she guides you back to your original table, “Can I get you a refill, perhaps?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” you try to resist her small shoves but it’s a losing battle. You sit back down and she grins.

“Now I don’t know what your story is and I’m not one to pry into people’s business,” she ignores your answer and refills your mug to the brim, “but anybody looking for Kenny, especially a young miss like yourself, is bound to encounter trouble.”

You heed her words carefully before taking a large gulp of the bubbly brew. The harsh taste makes you exhale harshly, the sharp stench of alcohol invades your nostrils.

“Drink up,” she fills your drink again, “You’re gonna need it.”

And as if on cue, the batwing doors at the front of the tavern swing open. A tall, slender man strolls in. He’s dressed in a dirty linen shirt, a long black waistcoat, and a large hat that hides his face. His steps are staggered, almost losing his footing several times, before he makes it to the bar and takes a seat. A drunkard?

Bringing the mug to your lips, you take one more chug, hoping to gain the liquid courage to walk over and introduce yourself to the stranger.

“...Are you Kenny?” you ask tentatively, taking precautions by sitting a few barstools away.

“Depends who’s askin,” he grunts, “Clara, I’ll have the usual.”

Mrs. Springer places her rag down and nods but hesitantly walks to the kitchen. Before stealing one last glance in your direction, Connie follows.

Ignoring your presence, Kenny removes his hat and begins to pick at a bowl of stale peanuts. The two of you fall into an uncomfortable silence; only the sounds of cracking peanuts fill the room. When you conclude that he isn’t threatening, you take a chance and scoot over to the stool right next to him. He peers over, side eyeing you suspiciously.

“My name is Calista Reader,” you lean forward, anxious to finally receive some answers, “I’m looking for my father, Samuel Reader.”

He raises a curious brow at the mention of your father’s name.

“I was told you’d be able to help,” you look up at him expectantly. He clicks his tongue condescendingly.

“Samuel ay’?” he says gruffly, before washing his pickings down with the ale. His nose and lips scrunch up at the bitter taste, before turning upward into a toothy grin, “Ahhhh- good as always Clara!”

“Please!” you beg, trying to regain his attention, “I need your help! He’s been missing for months and I’m at a dead end. He left a note with your name on it- telling me to find you. He said you’d be able to help.”

Mrs. Springer returns to the dining room, bringing out a platter of mysterious looking meat and a heaping pile of potatoes, “Here ya go Kenny.”

“Appreciate it Clara - always do,” he raises his fork and knife, preparing to dig into his meal.

“If you really do, then help this poor young lass,” she knocks the back of his head chastisingly, “She’s Samuel’s daughter ain’t she? You best help her!”

He rubs his head and grumbles, slinking down in his seat but manages to shove a large spoonful of potatoes into his mouth. You turn your attention to Mrs. Springer, “You knew my father?”

“Quite a bit, dearie,” her warm smile returning as she turns towards you, “He was a regular at the tavern. Always bringing over silly trinkets back for my son, Connie. Although, that was when he was just a wee babe.”

It seemed that your father had more secrets than you anticipated. Both Kenny and Mrs. Springer notice the change in your mood.

“Sam is a good man,” Mrs. Springer says, trying to lighten the atmosphere, “Wherever he is now, he knows what he’s doing.”

Kenny continues to shovel food into his mouth, chewing noisily. Mrs. Springer slaps his head again before huffing and turning around to head back into the kitchen, “Call me if you need anything, dearie. I’ll be in the back.”

A silence falls between the two of you once again. Thinking of your father, you gain the courage to speak again, “Please Mr. Kenny- sir, my father is in trouble. He wouldn’t leave so abruptly for such a long period of time-”

“How long?” Kenny interrupts. At this point, he’s finished his meal and picks his teeth with a fingernail, “How long has Sam been missing?”

“After today, it’ll be a little over three months,” you reply sorrowfully, “But he left me this.”

You hand the tattered map from your father’s study to Kenny. He eyes it curiously before opening it up.

“You can read this?” he asks quietly under his breath.

“A little,” you admit timidly, “I’m not much of a cartographer but my father was obsessed with the night skies. Although I’ve never practiced the skill, I picked up his passion for celestial navigation.”

“Obsessed he was,” Kenny chuckles. He runs his fingers along the tattered parchment in awe, “I thought this map was lost.”

“You’ve seen this before?” His comment piqued your interest. Kenny sighs before leaning back to rest his heels on the bar top. He continues to pick his teeth, thinking carefully before answering your question.

“Samuel had a few screws missin’,” he circles his finger in loops. His action makes you raise a doubting brow. It was like the pot calling the kettle black.

You scoff, “My father was a smart man.”

“Now, I didn’t say he wasn’t,” Kenny points towards you accusingly. Swinging his legs down, he leans forward and rests his chin on his hands, “He had the crazy idea that he could sail to the very ends of Earth! But there ain’t nobody sane enough to go knocking on Hades's door like that- nobody but your daddy.”

“What’s at the edge of Earth?” you hesitantly ask.

“Ain’t got a clue,” Kenny throws the rest of his ale back, emptying his cup, “But I ain’t crazy enough to find out.”

His answer makes your head hurt. You still had no idea where your father was.

“But it’s no mystery where he’s gone,” his answer makes your brows raise. What did he mean, no mystery? There was no way that your father would leave you all alone free of his will.

“If you can’t find him on land, there’s only one place Samuel Reader would be,” he chuckles dryly.

“I’ve looked everywhere,” you look at him with desperation in your eyes. You were running out of places to search but uncovered very little information.

“Everywhere but the sea.”

His answer has you at a loss for words. At sea? Despite the way his eyes would light up whenever he retold stories of his exciting youth, he’d always reassured that he was content with his current life. Was he not?

“Then you can help me, right?” you finally regain composure, “You were a pirate-”

“Ah ah ah,” he cuts you off, “Emphasis on the were. I’m no longer married to the seas. I’ve done my time and I vowed to never go back to her again.”

“But my father,” you insist, “he needs your help.”

“Look,” Kenny finally turns to face you. Upon closer inspection, you note that his face is tanned and wrinkled - a mark of a kiss by the sea goddess herself. “I wish I could help you but I can’t.”

“But-” he cuts you off again. “Hold your horses - sheesh, are you really Samuel’s daughter? I said I can’t help, but I’ll introduce you to someone who can.”

September 1740 | An Empty Harbor

The early morning salty air stings your nostrils. The sound of seagulls and the lulling slosh of waves kissing the shoreline rings throughout the dead harbor. There was not a single person in sight. Exactly why Kenny arranged for the both of you to meet at the dock at that time - he wanted to make sure the both of you wouldn’t be seen by unwanting eyes. The heavy fog obscures your vision but as you continue down the wooden dock, you approach the silhouette of a familiar tall man.

“You ready?” Kenny grunts.

“As I’ll ever be,” you reply shakily. You did as you were told. You arrived on time and came dressed as a man.

“There’s no way a pirate is gonna let a lass like you on his ship,” you recall Kenny’s wicked laugh, “Come tomorrow, be dressed as a lad.”

“Won’t they notice?” you ask doubtingly.

“As long as ya mind yer tits,” he cackles, “It’s going to be a bitch having to have those bound at all times.” Mrs. Springer is quick to pounce and reprimand the older man for his crude comment.

It was now or never. You stand next to Kenny on the empty dock. Looking around, there’s not a sailor in sight, making you uncertain of Kenny’s promise. The both of you were on the lookout for a single man in a rowboat. He was to take you to the ship of a particular Captain who would be able to help you find your father. The tight bindings cut into your skin causing you to fidget with the hem under your shirt.

“Stop that,” Kenny scolds, “you’ll have to get used to it, otherwise they’ll catch on.”

“But it’s so itchy,” you complain.

“It won’t be when they find out yer’ a lass,” he glances at you, gauging your reaction, “Making you walk the plank might be the kindest thing they do. Most of these men haven’t seen much as yet breathed the same air as a maiden, such as yer’self!”

You gasp at his crude words before you feel your cheeks heat up. Who’s he to be wagering the presence or absence of your virginity? How embarrassing. You open your mouth to complain but his wild cackle stops you.

“Don’t look so startled!” He slaps you on the back, sending you staggering forward. When you regain your footing, you adjust your hat and look back up at him expectantly. “Ha! You’d best get used to it now! It’ll be a lot worse once you get on the ship!”

You peer through the front of your shirt nervously. Was this really going to work?

“Stop thinking so hard,” Kenny shakes his head, “Yer’ just like yer’ father. Always overthinking things.”

“...How did you know my father?” You ask with quiet curiosity.

The tall man let’s his signature cackle whip through the cold but silent air, “He was the navigator on my ship! A great one at that - but don’t tell him I said that, don’t wanna stroke his ego too much!”

“A navigator,” you breathe. So there was some truth to his bedtime stories.

“He told me you were quite a talented gem,” Kenny peers at you from beneath the rim of his hat, “if I were still at sea, I’d invite you to be a part of my own crew!”

A crew? You never imagined in a million dreams you’d be following your father in his footsteps. Let alone be joining a pirate crew. Yet, the one you are waiting for isn‘t Kenny’s, you remind yourself.

“There he is,” Kenny interrupts your thoughts, “get ready now.” You fix your cap, making sure no loose strands of hair will fall, then clench your satchel closer to your side and take a deep breath.

“Farlan!” Kenny greets in a booming voice, “thanks for replying to my letter so quickly.”

“I owe you a favor,” the man named Farlan grunts, “now it’s paid.”

“Sure thing, kid,” Kenny chuckles dryly, “And my nephew? How’s he faring? Still a tiny runt?”

“Big bro is Commander now,” Farlan says almost boastingly.

Kenny scoffs, “Once a runt, always a runt. So what? He didn’t want to come and see his dear old Uncle?”

“Captain Erwin is away on business and it’s big bro’s job to act as Captain of the ship while he’s gone. He’s got bigger things to worry about. Don’t worry though, he sends his regards.”

“Oh yeah? What did he say?”

“Eat shit.”

Kenny let’s put a booming cackle which causes you to jump.

“Oh hell, where are my manners,” Kenny wipes away a tear, “This here is Will. William Knox- the young lad I mentioned in my letter. When you see the shit of a runt, tell him William here has something that might pique his interest.”

Kenny nudges your shoulder causing them to stiffen but nonetheless, you reach into your breast pocket, allowing Farland to get a peek of the corners of the hidden crickled parchment. It was the map that your father left you. Where it led, you had no idea.

“It leads to you know where,” Kenny whispered. Farlan’s eyes widen once he catches sight of the map. His interest was piqued.

“And William here, is quite the talented navigator- I can vouch for him myself. He can take you there,” Kenny shoves you forward and you stumble down, face forward into the small rowboat.

Farland laughs, “Are you sure? Don’t got much of a pair of sea legs, do ya?”

“Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly before sitting down properly in the boat. You clear your throat, making sure your voice is an octave lower each time you speak.

When the sun begins to peak over the horizon, Kenny nods to the both of you, “Well that’s my cue. Make sure to take care of young Will here and may Poseidon be on your side.”

Farlan nods as he begins to row away.

“W-wait-,” you call out, almost slipping into the water, “Thanks for everything Kenny! Will I ever see you again?”

His lips turn into, what you interpret as, a small smile. He doesn’t answer your question. But with a tilt of his hat, he turns around and strolls in the opposite direction. As you get farther away from the dock, Kenny’s figure gets smaller and smaller, until it disappears completely into the fog.

The boat ride with Farland was silent but it isn’t long before you begin to see a large ship in the far distance. It’s grandness makes you gasp.

“Beautiful ain’t she?” You nod, gripping onto your hat to make sure the gusty wind did not expose your hidden identity.

When the both of you approach the ship, it’s size is more daunting up close. It’s large hull casts a dark shadow, shielding the entirety of Farlan and yourself from the rising sun. Suddenly two lines are casted from the deck. Farlan’s skillful hands manage to catch both and reel them into the smaller rowboat. He ties one side to each end, tugging to make sure his knots are fastened.

“Pull us up!” he calls out. Suddenly, the boat begins to rise out of the water. You jump, grabbing onto the sides. You were deathly afraid of heights and the towering view of the seascape made you nervous. Careful not to let your emotions slip, you wipe clammy hands on your pants.

When you reach the top of the ship, you are greeted by two men. The taller man is the first to greet you, “Welcome aboard the Titan, kid.”

The shorter man grumbles as he continues to pull the rowboat onto the ship alone, “What the hell took you so long Farlan?”

Farlan laughs, slinging an overly friendly arm around your shoulders, “Kenny wanted to send his regards and he was kind enough to lend us this midget. Says he’s a master navigator.” The irony behind his tone makes you roll your eyes internally. They had no idea what you were capable of.

The short man raises his eyebrows doubtingly. He analyses you up and down then scoffs, “Don’t look like much. I highly doubt the captain needs this mutt’s services.”

His response causes you to huff. Did you hear him correctly? A mutt? Who the hell was this guy? And who was he to slander your skills. Him and his stupid semi-shaven hairdo.

“Disregard whatever Oluo says,” the taller man shoves him out of the way, “My name’s Eld. Welcome to the crew-...”

“William. William Knox,” you introduce yourself. He takes your outstretched hand and shakes it firmly, “The Commander is in his quarters, he’s expecting your arrival.” Farlan walks ahead, motioning for you to follow.

You bid Oluo and Eld a short goodbye then trail behind Farlan, quietly taking in the beauty of the Titan. The main mast is huge, towering over the entirety of the ship with its majestic cream colored sail whipping through the wind. Men run up and down the deck, securing ropes, tying knots, and turning large gears- most likely preparing to set sail.

“Commander Levi is just through these doors,” Farlan adjusts his cap, “He hates tardiness so best not to keep him waiting.”

You watch Farland climb up the large mast until he disappears into the crows nest. You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling nervous. All your efforts finally led you till the moment. You’d be meeting the man who could finally provide you with some answers. Gathering up all the courage left in you, you raise your hand and knock.

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