IkuSaari

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. 

Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. 

The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. 

Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king.

WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading.

discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

Serenica was a bit annoyed by the fact that she was apparently supposed to stand like a lowly peasant while the captain and his wife sat. She couldn't complain out loud out of fear of offending her hosts, though, and she didn't like to appear like a passenger.

She cleared her throat. This would take her some time and effort.

"I am the healer of our ship. Is there anyone who needs my attention?"

A strange noise was heard, the kind of noise that was produced when a lot of people said "oh" at the same time.

"Well, my father is…" someone said.

Yet no one managed to say what all these people suffered from. It seemed like the island was living in fear of words and name of diseases, which Serenica found absurd. Contracts had power, mere names had nothing except the ability to do what they were supposed to do – name things.

Suffering