~~This is the continuation of the story of Pirate Draven, who set sail into the dangerous Devil's Triangle to free Seraphina and face whatever dangers await
Part 2 - The Devil's Triangle
The Devil's Triangle loomed before them, a yawning maw of darkness that seemed to swallow the very light from the sky. Darkfang "Blackwave" Draven felt a shiver run down his spine as The Stormchaser crossed the invisible threshold. The air grew thick, heavy with an oppressive energy that made his skin crawl.
"Steady now, lads," Draven called out, his voice firm despite the unease churning in his gut. He could see the fear in his crew's eyes, feel the tension thrumming through the ship like a taut bowstring.
The compass before him spun wildly, its needle whirling in a frenzied dance. Whispers, eerie and otherworldly, seemed to drift on the wind, sending chills through even the most hardened sailors. Draven's knuckles whitened as he gripped the ship's wheel, his jaw clenched in determination.
Isabella "Stormwind" Varela stood beside him, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Port side, Captain," she murmured, her voice low and intense. "There's a current there, hidden beneath the waves. It'll carry us true if we can catch it."
Draven nodded, trusting in her uncanny abilities. As they navigated the treacherous waters, avoiding whirlpools that appeared out of nowhere and squalls that threatened to tear the sails to shreds, he felt a grudging admiration for the woman beside him. Without her, they'd be lost—or worse.
Days passed in a blur of constant vigilance and mounting tension. When they finally sighted land—Isla de los Perdidos, the Island of the Lost—a collective sigh of relief rippled through the crew. But Draven knew better than to let his guard down. The real challenges were just beginning.
As they made landfall, the eerie silence of the beach was shattered by war cries. Warriors, their bodies adorned with intricate tattoos and faces masked by fearsome paint, burst from the jungle. Draven's heart raced as he drew his sword, the clash of steel ringing out as his crew fought desperately against the ambush.
Despite their valiant efforts, they were overwhelmed. Draven felt a mix of frustration and fear as he was forced to his knees, rough hands binding his wrists. He exchanged a worried glance with Isabella as they were marched inland, towards an unknown fate.
The island chieftain was an imposing figure, his weathered face etched with the wisdom of ages and the sternness of a leader who had seen too much hardship. As Draven explained their mission, he could feel the weight of the chieftain's gaze, searching for any hint of deception.
It was Isabella who turned the tide. When she revealed her true nature as a Sea Witch, Draven couldn't hide his shock. The woman he'd sailed with, argued with, and come to respect, was far more than she appeared. The chieftain's eyes widened, a flicker of hope kindling in their depths.
"You seek to free Seraphina," the chieftain spoke, his voice gravelly with age. "Perhaps... perhaps you are not harbingers of doom after all."
As the chieftain revealed the existence of a key hidden in the island's sacred temple, Draven felt a surge of renewed determination. This was what they had come for—a chance, however slim, to right a terrible wrong.
The jungle was a living, breathing entity, filled with dangers both seen and unseen. Draven's heart pounded as they navigated through ancient traps, the ground giving way beneath their feet or darts whistling past their ears. The lurking presence of Blackheart's men added to the tension, every shadow a potential threat.
But it was Isabella who truly shone in this environment. Her knowledge of old magics and forgotten lore guided them true, her quiet confidence a balm to Draven's frayed nerves.
When they finally reached the temple, Draven's breath caught in his throat. The ancient structure loomed before them, a testament to a lost civilization. As they retrieved the key—a small amulet that pulsed with a soft blue light—Draven felt a mix of triumph and trepidation. They were one step closer to their goal, but the greatest challenge still lay ahead.
Clutching the amulet tightly, Draven turned to his companions. The weight of their mission, the lives at stake, pressed down on him. But as he met Isabella's determined gaze and saw the resolve in the faces of his crew, he felt a fierce pride and a glimmer of hope.
"Right then," he said, his voice low but steady. "Let's go face this bastard Blackheart and bring Seraphina home."
As they set off towards the fortress, the amulet warm in his hand, Draven silently vowed to see this through, no matter the cost. The sea herself was counting on them, and he'd be damned if he'd let her down.
**And from the depths of the fortress, a dark shadow stirred. Captain Roderick Blackheart, the terror of the seas, awaited their arrival with a cold, menacing smile. His eyes gleamed with malice, ready to unleash the full fury of the ocean upon anyone who dared challenge his reign.
Blackheart awaits.
... to be continued**
Tagging mermaids : 💜 @monniverseofficial @cmn__ @bonsai @1_cryptoman @laylathemermaid
Thank you @mariapaula and @jamesbeck for mentioning us in the Getting Free from Web 2.0 article in Spike!
It's great to be there in the company of @lens, @zoranetwork, @orb, and Solana ❤️🔥
You can read the article here: <spikeartmagazine.com/articles/essay-getting-free-from-web-2>
to show my appreciation for everyone collecting #7365 i will re-offer this with different / discounted terms (:
_MILLIDOLLHAIRWATERFALL 7/365 an ORBIT installation 02/07 on @orb
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Peter Lik sold a photo of inside Antelope Canyon for a record $6.5 MILLION dollars. Mind you this is a public place requiring tour guide at all times and it is LITTERED with humans. Finding solace in a place like this is near impossible. When I was on tour with Buddy we had a 3 day gap between Austin and Phoenix. There’s a lot of empty space between these two cities and honestly, being from Phoenix, not a lot to do there for 3 days. I pitched the idea of heading northwest through Albuquerque and into Arizona from near the four corners so that we could do some nature sightseeing - Antelope Canyon in Page and then stay overnight at the Grand Canyon, which had snow in the forecast. I made a deck with imagery for the artists (Buddy and Boogie) to approve since it’s their money being spent to travel and they concurred. Now we have 2 rappers and their DJs, a driver, a tour manager, and myself loaded up on some mad max truck into the desert to wander through these canyon walls. The famous sand waterfall ledge is being played with constantly for everyone to get a shot of it by itself, but we had the idea to tagteam the operation and make this happen. Luckily we had the area clear by being stubborn assholes to the other tourists and nailed it. While he’s wearing this visor with guy fieri hair for a character he liked to call Derrick lol.
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I had the pleasure of attending the launch of the Edinburgh Arts Festival this week and it was incredible to see the variety (and quality) of art and the mediums artists used to tell their story 🎨
Particular highlights were Ghanaian artist El Anatsui's exhibition at Edinburgh University, Hayley Barkers show at Ingleby Gallery, and the Cafe designed by Nicolas Party at the Jupiter Artland Sculpture park 🗿
A big thank you to Tenth Muse vodka for being great hosts throughout 🍸
Out front is Eduardo Chillida’s Berlín sculpture [1999] in corten steel, installed at Berlin’s Federal Chancellery building. The sculpture’s pair of abstract forms symbolise German reunification. The building itself was designed by Axel Schultes and Charlotte Frank.
I love the way the architecture of the building co-signs the sculpture perfectly ✨️ 👌🏾 #synergy
Photo ~ Eduardo Chillida Archive
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