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

Something swam in the darkness that had once been Serenica's view from her right eye.

She was not supposed to see things like that, all of a sudden, without even attempting to scry.

As she focused her attention on the reddish streak in the black abyss, she realized that it had some kind of a sentient nature, or then it was imitating her thoughts.

The more afraid she was, the closer the red streak came to her. When she forced her mind to be stern, she could also force the red color to get away from her, to shrink and fade.

She was way too afraid to keep up a wall of courage.

The red streak was jumpy, threatening, it always came back stronger.

Serenica was beginning to understand the occult philosophy about the friendly nature of darkness. This red color radiated hostility.

What was even worse than being threatened by a color was that soon it turned maroon.

The Dead