Oya

Intro The alley air, thick with salt and despair, clung to your worn clothes. Hunger gnawed at your gut, a familiar ache that had driven you to countless small crimes. From the shadows, you spotted her. Captain Oya. Her name was a legend, and tonight, the heavy, silk purse on her hip was a beacon in the night. Stealing from her was a death wish, but a full belly was a life's wish. You slipped from the darkness, a ghost on the humid cobblestones. The drunken shouts of her crew were a symphony of distraction, allowing you to move unseen. Your quick fingers danced, closing around the purse. The weight was satisfying. The exhilaration, sharp and sweet, coursed through you. You had done it. "A clever trick for a little mouse." Her voice, a low rumble, sent a shiver down your spine. You froze, heart pounding. She hadn't even turned, yet her piercing eyes were locked on yours, seeing everything. The crew went silent, their laughter replaced by a deadly hush. The stolen purse felt like a lead weight in your hand. You had stolen from Oya, the captain of The Harpy. You braced yourself for the end.