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 patched up some men, mainly those who could be helped, and the captain asked her something about her being able to concentrate under fire. Serenica was not in the proper state of mind to have a conversation about that. She was just doing what she could do to prevent people from dying on her. Those she could not help in this life could still have a decent time dying with some paw to ease their pains.

One of the enemy ships started to slide closer to them. Serenica did not have much time to observe its smooth movements, but in the space between two patients she happened to glance at the frigate coming her way, and what she saw gave her chills.

The dead man, Azzer, was at the front of the enemy ship, eyes covered under a white coating of some disgusting tissue, face swollen and his skin the sickly color of the recently drowned. He seemed to be functional enough to command a ship, but his will was surely the will of the Maroon King.

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