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

One would have thought that cannons firing at a person would make said person constantly jumpy and scared. It had to be so, with others, who were not as desensitized to warfare as Serenica was.

Ed was there, keeping her company and pleasantly chatting about everything that occupied her mind, so, naturally, it was not all that bad to be lounging in her workspace while the guns roared and were loaded and fired again. The endless cycle became almost boring to a degree; death became a mundane possibility.

"It does bother me terribly that no one has, to my knowledge, ever truly brought a person back," Serenica said, chewing her nails with an absent mind and some liquor in her goblet.

Ed did not partake in drinking – rather, he sought to keep his mind clear at all costs.

"To your knowledge…" He chuckled softly. "We should invite your man to join us. Perhaps he will be less of an awfully dusty weatherworn academic oaf than I am."

Four Witches