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

"It is probably nothing. Stay calm." Spade looked around. The morning was dark and cloudy, and it had already been rather cold, so that the change in temperature left Serenica hoping for a warmer coat.

Suddenly the candles illuminating the cabin went out.

Serenica thought she heard someone or something breathing.

"It's not me," the king-captain said. His eyes were a little wider. Serenica thought she saw something dark in them, something that moved, something that had a purple tint, too vibrant, too unnatural in shade to be a part of the normal play of light in his irises.

Serenica heard a mouse squeak in terror.

Then Spade spoke, and his voice was not his own. Rather, it echoed too deeply, and yet there was a feminine melody in it. It was feasible that he could change his voice like that, but in this situation, he had no reason to do so and scare the healer so badly.

Reality Refusing to Behave