The Drowned Maiden (Tag: Lina, Anya)

Naveen had managed to round up most of his crew and Lina that had snuck off into the Martell party, with a "few" goblets of drinks to go. He had thought that he had lost the Tyrell girl who was following them, but she had managed to reappear as they began loading. He drank what was left of his cup before sighing. This would be Anastasia's first night aboard Leviathan, and maybe even her last if he was able to play his cards right. It was late night, and the Leviathan prepared to leave the Kings Landing port and into Blackwater Bay.

A few of the members were seated in a circle with a lantern on the main deck, sharing drunk stories, and Naveen's eyebrow quirked up immediately as he got an idea. He gave a coy smirk as he locked eyes with Anastasia from across the ship. He knew just what to do. Breaking eye contact, he turned on his heel casually and practically danced up the steps behind him to the helm. "Oh Lina." He called to his sister in a sing-song voice, his smile crooked.

After Naveen had grabbed her and most of his crew from the party, which was embarrassing to Lina because she was supposed to be the responsible one, the young woman had stood beside the helm, trying to will herself into angry oblivion. She was ever the dutiful daughter when Naveen called for her and met him halfway, arms crossed and matching his smile with a crooked smile of her own. "I know that look. Who's the one getting tricked tonight? Not Sinbad, I hope, he's going to be so drunk even I'm having pity" She snickered, then looked at her brother expectantly.

Laughing as she knew just what he was about to ask, Naveen leaned himself against the railing. He glanced back down to Anastasia. "Y'know, it'd be unfortunate if the Drowned Maiden made an appearance tonight and frightened our young guest, huh?" He knew his sister was the best storyteller of the entire crew. There was a small ghost story that revolved around the ship, and the crew got very excited every time Lina recited it. The atmosphere would be perfect too as they would be sailing off into the quiet night, a circle of people listening to a ghost story in front of a lantern.

Anya wasn't used to drinking potent win. More specifically good wine. She was a bit drunk and needed to hold onto objects or people to keep her balance every now and then; but other than that she was quite alert. Anya kept up Naveen and his sister as best she could. She couldn't help but feel like Naveen was trying to get rid of her, which she could understand. She did after all force her way onto the ship with verbal force.

She was quite proud of that accomplishment. Anya squints and arches a brow when she sees Lina and Naveen murmuring to each other. She couldn't help but wonder why they were speaking to each other in that manner so she marches right up to them. "What are you guys whispering about?"

Lina's smirk turned into a wolfish grin as she caught onto what Naveen was getting at. "The men would like that, she hasn't made an appearance in months. They love the scares, no matter the grumbles" Lina leaned over the railing to look at the bold girl from the coronation. "So the Drowned Maiden makes an appearance tonight...I'm going to have fun with the story tonight"

Lina turned and smiled at the very drunk girl. "Oh, nothing really. I was asking my brother where he intends to go, as I'm navigator" Lina brushed some of her hair out of her face, though the pesky curl that was always there popped back into place after a moment. "But first, do you want to know why this ship is called "The Drowned Maiden" by the crew? It's a popular story" She winked at her brother, taking care Anya didn't see.

Naveen watched Anastasia walk right up to them, just as she had done at the coronation. I guess she's not just a one-trick pony, he thought to himself. She looked a little bit drunk, and she may have been earlier--so maybe that's the only reason why she was so bold all the time. "Oh of course!" he said with enthusiasm as Lina mentioned the story to her. Getting off from the railing and walking close up to Anya, he smiled enough to convince her. "Drinks and a show, are you up for it? Or are you scared?" She seemed like the kind of girl who get more motivated if she was being tested.

Anya smiles at Lina, "Oh okay." Makes sense. Anastasia arches a brow, "The Drowned Maiden? There's a story?" Anya looks to Naveen with surprise at his enthusiasm for it. "I'm up for it!" She declares, leaning towards Naveen in an intimidating stance. She knew there was a possibility she would get scared, but she wasn't going to back away.

Lina grinned and gently made the two back away from each other. They were so close they looked like they were going to kiss-and the fact that thought crossed her mind let her know she was tipsy. "Oh yes. There's a story. It's a rather spooky and sad tale, if you're up for it" Lina whistled for the crew, and told the fastest ones the ghost story was going to be told. Within minutes the crew was on deck and one of them was handing Lina the special lantern for the story. The wick had been soaked in seawater for days, making the flame a ghostly blue-green when lit. "Now, shall I begin?" This was going to be fun!

Naveen cleared his throat a little bit as he was parted from Anya, rolling his sleeves up. As she watched Lina set up, he stayed back a little bit and whistled to a few crew members before giving a nod. He made sure that their guest was watching Lina set up before he whispered some things to a few of the other crew members on the poop deck. They understood the cue and scurried off to set a few things up. There was just going to be some extra ambience for this specific telling of the story. The ship began sailing into the night sky, the faint sound of waves and the wispy wind began setting up the atmosphere. "I think we're ready," he said winking to Lina, taking a seat next to Anya.

Lina watched her brother out of the corner of her eye as she set up, knowing what he was asking for. When everything was ready, even Naveen's "Surprise" and everyone was seated, Lina lit the lantern and threw the deck into the sickly green light before she began.


"This ship hasn't always been my brother's. Once, it was the wedding gift of a captain. But, he'd been warned not to get married to the maiden fair he loved so dearly or a terrible tragedy would occur. The captain ignored the warnings.

The captain and his lady had one wonderful, magical night together after the wedding. Then, like a man possessed, the captain set sail on his lovely new vessel. He never returned"

Lina paced in front of the lantern, looking almost demonic in the shadows and green light. "For seven years the lady fair lived in their home alone. Alone because no matter what, misery befell those around her. The son born of their one night together, broken and dead at the bottom of a cliff, her dog dead of poison, her servants injured in accidents, and so it went till nobody would look at her, let alone speak to the lady.

For seven years the lady put a lantern up so the captain might one day see it and return home" Her Lina paused and leered at her audience before continuing. "But one stormy night the lantern went out. The captain, it is said, had been taken overboard by the high waves that very moment. Some say the lady screamed, so high and shrill and horrid it burst candles, curdled milk, and broke glass. Others say she wept boiling water so hot it melted the stone floor around her like wax. Whatever the case, all agree she grabbed the lanturn and leapt into the stormy waters.

The next day, the crew of the captain's ship found her bloated body on deck, obviously drowned and long dead. But when one of the crew got close to her, a hand grabbed his arm" Her Lina contorted her face, bugged out her eyes, and made her voice hoarse and rasping. "Have you seen my husband? I've been looking, but I cannot find him, will you help me look?" And she dragged the unlucky soul over the side and into the water"

Lina took a breath and clasped her hands together, her voice somber. "The lady swims beside this boat always, searching for her husband with the bodies of the sailors she steals off deck. Now and then, the lady comes on board to take a new soul to help her look. You can always tell she's around by the trail of bilgewater, and the smell of rotting seaweed..."

Lina finished the tale and bowed, grinning at her brother and Anya.

Anya was tense, her shoulders slightly elevated as she listened intently to Lina's story. By the time Lina was in the middle of the story, Anya was shrinking within herself in her own personal space. Paranoid something would move behind her and snatch her into the night. Shudders ran through her by the end of the story. She was slightly trembling in fear and was staring at Lina with wide eyes. When Lina bowed, Anya almost felt confused. You bowed for something scary like that? She thought to herself. Anya couldn't believe how scared she'd gotten off of such a simple story; but Lina portrayed the voices so well she couldn't help but feel a bit scared. People like this story?

Naveen listened to the story and applauded quietly as Lina bowed. Just a few seconds after the story was finished, the smell of rotting seaweed began to spread throughout the ship and a few of the crew members gasped. His face of amusement was wiped off of his face and he looked around the ship, his face stoic. He looked to Anya to see her reaction, but she still wasn't entirely scared yet. All of a sudden, the crew members who had started whispering and gasping were silenced by the sound of wailing, like a Banshee, that sounded like it came from the lower quarters of the ship. Standing, Naveen glanced around and from the corner he saw a figure move in the shadows. Pointing to it to draw Anya's attention to it, he lowers his head a little bit. "She's here."

Everything was silent except for the sound of the wind. After a short moment, a ghostly hand with long fingers that felt almost skeletal began creeping its way up Anya's right shoulder and into her field of vision. Before she could react however, another hand suddenly fell onto her other shoulder. They were both fake arms that had been looted at a creepy play the crew had once attended. Naveen held them his hands, but they felt very real to the scared Anya, he was sure.

Anya was staring at the crew with wide eyes when they all suddenly grew quiet. She swallows, ready to ask Naveen what was happening when she heard the scream. She yelps out in terror. When it was silent again, Anya was definitely shaking now, teeth chattering slightly. Anya screeches out when two arms grab her, whirling and slapping whoever was holding them.

Sinbad awoke a startled at the sound of a wailing, quickly stumbling up onto his feet from where he was sleeping. He looked around quickly, having had heard the sound clearly from this room, narrowing his eyes at one of the crew who gave him a slight sheepish grin. And don't kill me expression. Sinbad scowled darkly at this, wondering if his sister and brother were at it again with scaring someone on the ship. He headed up the stairs to the upper deck in time to see his brother get slapped by the young red headed woman that they had met earlier at the coronation. Sinbad quickly covered his mouth to stifle his laughter at seeing his brother get slapped. Did his brother not know that it was risky to scare a woman? Their hands or feet immediately went in for attack if frightened. The young Greyjoy male knew of this a bit too much, already having learning his lesson.

Was the reason for the female upon this ship due that private conversation between his brother and the woman. Oh well. It looks like his brother had made the stupid decision to scare the young female. After getting his laughter under control, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. His gaze falling upon Lina and Naveen with a hint of amusement. "And I'm claimed as the childish Greyjoy sibling?" he remarked out in a sarcastic tone, a bit grumpy for being woken up by the wailing, which had probably been part of that ghost story of the ship. But not too grumpy due to being delighted to see his brother get caught scaring and slapped by a woman. "Why is she here anyway?"he asked out in a curious tone, motioning to her with a slight wave of his hand.

Naveen was holding back his laughter before he suddenly felt a hand hit his face and he dropped the hands immediately in shock. The slap didn't hurt that much as it was mostly a sporadic one, but he still brought his hand to his cheek to feel it. "By the Drowned God," he grumbled as he felt the warm spot on his face begin to fade quickly. He might have deserved that, but it was worth it. Naveen couldn't help but smile a little bit, a little impressed at her reaction but mostly glad that they were able to successfully scare her. While he was a little embarrassed, he did know to laugh at himself and did so with a few other members of the crew who had erupted into laughter too--or maybe it was just because he had a few drinks earlier. About to say something else, he looked up to hear a more familiar laugh: Sinbad. His face tensed a bit but he kept a half-smirk on his face because he still had some laughter in him. "You always seem to have a knack for timing, don't you?" He asked dryly before looking back to Anastasia. She should answer for herself why she was there, because in all honesty he still didn't even know her true reason.

Anya flushed red when she realized she'd slapped Naveen. "I am so sorry!" She squeaks, drawing her hands inwards to her chest. Well actually, she wasn't too sorry. He did bring it onto himself. Anya lowers her hands to her lap before she raises them again, screaming when Sinbad emerged from the shadows.

Anya squints at Sinbad, listening to him speak before she widens her eyes in surprise at his question. When Naveen looked to she for an answer she mentally groans. Did she tell them all that she was a runaway? No. They could easily turn the boat back around and drop her back off at King's Landing. And that'd be a major pain in the ass because her father was searching for her by now. Being dropped there would only make this situation ten times worse. So what'd she tell them? She needed a ride to some random kingdom? No, because they'd actually drop her off there.

"I'm just..." Anya began, words escaping her. "Joining you on your journey around Westeros." Well that wasn't a lie at all. Anya nods, "Just joining is all. Nothing of importance."

“I have to have such a knack. I wouldn’t be able to see you in hilarious situations,”Sinbad sneered a bit at his older brother’s comment about him always having a knack for timing. Before flinching as the young red headed woman screamed as he appeared, immediately rubbing at his ears to get the scream out of them. He then proceeds to clap his hands together once and pointed at the woman with his folded hands. “Well aren’t we lucky. Got ourselves a damn screamer.” He scowled sarcastically, already annoyed by the wailing ghost trick. She was really going to be an annoyance to the crew and him if she screamed once more the next morning. The crew was not fond of being awoken so abruptly and he was not enthused by being woken up with a shitty hangover.

After he asked the question, Sinbad followed his brother’s gaze upon the woman, sighing out heavily. “Seriously? Don’t even know why she’s here?” he asked out in irritation, slightly surprised that his sister and brother had allowed her upon the ship. There had to be an explanation which they’d better provide him. He’d make sure of that. Sinbad shook his head before watching the woman closely as she spoke. “Oh great…a stowaway…How silly…” he groaned lowly, rubbing the back of his neck. Sinbad felt that the woman was lying or telling half of the truth. But at the moment, Sinbad would care less. “You know what...I’ll just believe that for a while until you tell me the truth. Not like it matters much.” Sinbad shrugged his shoulders lazily. It shouldn’t matter since his eldest brother was the one who let the woman onto the ship.

Naveen flinched a little bit when Anastasia began screaming again at the sight of Sinbad. He laughed a little bit more, remembering how she said she was tough and could handle herself--or maybe they had just scared her really well.

When his brother made a comment about Anastasia's screaming, Naveen rolled his eyes and sighed. "Please, like you're not used to that," he scoffed while raising an eyebrow sarcastically. Frowning, he simply stared at Sinbad as he continued to complain. He sure was whining a lot for somebody who was invited to come along on a free ride to see the coronation. "If you have problems with the way I run my ship and who's on it then we can turn right around and drop you off in King's Landing. I'm sure you'll find somebody you can spend your night with." he declared as he crossed his arms, a stern look on his face. His lighthearted mood was almost ruined by Sinbad's attitude.

"Well aren't you being cheeky this evening," Sinbad sneered, rolling his eyes at his older brother. They had been clashing more and more ever since Naveen had become the new Head of the House. It was aggravating to say the least that his brother kept being stern with him but carefree with others. Even if Naveen kept on trying to dissuade Sinbad from hating the House name, he wasn't going to budge at all. He'd still remain by his opinion. And that was it. He raised an eyebrow at his brother's statement, throwing his hands up slightly in mock defense, a sour grin appeared upon his lips. "Whoa there. Someone's getting testy as well." he teased, scoffing in slight annoyance. "I'm getting lectured by my brother's who appears to be trying to scare this poor young woman off? Besides I had a problem with the noise. Not the damn way you run your ship. Am I clear enough, now?" Sinbad countered, giving his brother an aggravated look. "If ya want rid of me so quickly. The by all means, you can stop the ship at the next place and drop me off. I think I can manage with getting another boat and sailing it." he added in a bored tone.

Anya blinks in surprise at Naveen's change of voice as he starts to declare his dominance. She couldn't help but find it attractive. His assertiveness. She blinks back into reality, coming to the realization that they were arguing. She felt responsible since it was partially about her, if not mostly. "Whoa, everyone just take a breath and calm down." She says, standing in between the two brothers. "You two shouldn't fight. We're all just a bit drunk that's all." Anya can't resist the giggle that escapes her lips. "This was so funny. So stop ruining it, okay?" She looks at either of them.

"One day, you're going to get yourself into a giant mess of trouble, and you will have to pray that the Drowned God will save you, because I'm not dragging your ungrateful ass out of it anymore," was all Naveen said to Sinbad before dismissing him with a hand gesture. He turned his back to him and met the gaze of a few crew members who were behind him, who immediately glanced away to avoid eye contact and slipped off to the sides. It seemed the two brothers fought more and more each day. Naveen had turned around so that Sinbad couldn't see the remorse on his face. He felt terrible for having to yell at his brother like that and say such a thing, but things were different now--even if he desperately didn't want them to be. He just hoped he wouldn't be right.

Looking back to see Anya shoot up and stand in between them before giggling, he sighed. "You're not off the hook either. You're lucky I don't turn around right now and leave you back at that party." he says it more of a suggestion than a threat, still unsure of what to do with her. But she was right, they probably were all just a little drunk and cranky and overreacting to each other. However, the ironborn were stubborn and didn't often admit they were wrong. So he simply plopped back down into his seat and took a drink from his nearby cup before sighing heavily and glancing to Lina.

Anya blinks in surprise at Naveen's redirection of his frustrations. She may be a bit tipsy-well, more than a bit, but she wasn't going to let Naveen, or anyone for that matter talk to her like she was a child. Which in a literal sense she was, but naturally she didn't want to be treated like one! "I'm lucky?" She asks Naveen as he returns to his seat. She narrows her eyes at him, "Do it then." She challenges, stepping up to him and watching as he sips his drink. There was the possibility he would turn around, but she wanted to make a point. and surely he wouldn't go through all of the trouble with majority of the crew drunk. Including her.

Sinbad side glanced at the red headed woman before shrugging his shoulders, and looked away from her to set his gaze upon his brother. He only smirked and shook his head lightly at his older brother's comment of not helping him out of a giant mess of trouble. "Congradulations dear brother. You're realling getting in the Head position. Just like our grandfather." Sinbad sneered, putting a sharp emphasis upon the mention of their grandfather. The man didn't even try to regain his son from the Starks, leaving him as their hostage. Their mother's father didn't even care that the Bolton's had taken Theon as captive as well. Torturing him and sending a castrated part to the Greyjoy Head.

"I won't need your help. So quit believing that I will." He said nothing else as Naveen waved his hand as a dismissal, giving his hand an unsettled expression of annoyance.

Naveen drank from his cup and didn't change his expression at all when Sinbad spoke. It was hard to hear that, but he kept his lips tight shut. He didn't even look at him because the resent in his voice spoke loud enough. He really had no idea what to do with him, but he knew that saying anything else would only make things worse. So instead, his eyes shifted back to the girl.

Raising one eyebrow to her as she walked up to him, he looked up at her from his seat. "You're drunk," was all he said before taking another drink. She had spirit, which he found attractive, but maybe it was just because he was drunk too. "And what makes you think you can order me around?" Naveen asked with a taunting grin before standing up again to rival her.

Lina had discreetly left unnoticed while Naveen had his fun. This had been the perfect distraction she'd needed to sneak off and change their course. By the time Naveen realized this, they'd be in Seal Cove, more than halfway to the Far North. Oh, she adored being the one in charge of navigation, it made it so easy to mess with where they were going. And this way, the screaming but still interesting Lady could stick around. Lina could tell she'd be good for Naveen.