First Captain of the Moon Shae

The senechal trembled on the floor as the man paced before him. He held out his hands as if to bed for mercy but dared not look at the pacing man, fearing his wrath and ire by even the slightest insult he could glean from eye contact. A gilded scimitar was clutched in the other man's hand and he toyed with the sharp curved of the blade's edge around the back of the man's exposed neck. 
"Please Captain, you must forgive me. We have been working tireless for months," he said. The other man roared and raised the sword as if to strike.
"Don't my love," a woman's voice cooed. "You'll dirty the carpets." The woman's voice seemed to soothe the man's rage and he turned back to smile at the woman. There was a reclining couch behind him loaded with thick plush pillows. A woman was draped across the chair and looked sultry as the man stared at her. Her skin was a light blue and seemed to ripple like ocean waters in a quiet lagoon. Everything about her was blue. Her hair, her eyes, and even the scant clothing with barely covered her voluptuous form.
"He has failed Sasan Mirizaii for the last time," the man said with a thick accent.
"You ask too much my love," the woman cooed.
"I ask only for what is rightfully mine," the man said and pointed the blade at her.
"Would his death truly make you feel better?" she asked. The man sighed and stared at the quivering man on the floor.
"Perhaps," he said with a shrug. The woman let out a small purr of affection and moved off the couch in a fluid and sensual movement. She waded over to the man slowly and reached down to cup his chin. She pulled him up onto his knees and stared at him with a curious look on her face.
"Please, have mercy." he said. She smiled again and then moved in to kiss the man, in a passionate kiss. The man seemed to relax for a second, taken back by the kiss but then melting into the passion of the embrace. His eyes suddenly shot open and he tried to move back, quivering and convulsing. There were gurgling moans and cries and his legs flailed as he tried to get away from the woman, her mouth still locked down his own. Water began to run down the sides of his face and his screams began gurgling chokes. His eyes bulged and his face began to swell under the pressure. After one more round of violent convulsions, he went limp. The woman waited a moment and the pulled back, still holding the man's lifeless corpse up with one hand with the ease that a child holds a toy. Water poured from the man's mouth and his eyes stared back at her - dead. She tossed the man to the side and rose to her feet, moving back to wrap herself around the other man.
"Did that help my love?" she asked. The man sighed and nodded.
"A little bit," he said. He pushed her away and moved back to the reclining couch and threw himself onto it. He was a large man, his gut from years of good eating and gluttony pushing through his open shirt. His dark skin glistened with sweat from the heat from the day and his chest was thick with hair. He wore loose trousers and a red sash for a belt. His head was shaved and he sported a close cropped beard on his face. His eyes were the most interesting part about him. One was a verdant green and the other a deep sea blue. There was intelligence in those eyes and an almost foreboding sense of knowing. The man was embellished in gold and jewels. Large rubies inset into rings on his fingers and a massive amulet hanging on a thick gold chain around his neck. The amulet had a large gem set into the center, the Kyanite with a marquise cut and the size of a peach is in magnificent condition. Lights flicker and shapes seem to swirl in the gem's depths.

The blue woman motions for two guards and the door to remove the body. She moves back towards the sulking man and kneels down in front of him.
"Am I not enough for the great Sasan Mirizaii, Pirate Lord of the Sea of Swords and First Captain of the Moonshae?" she pouts. Sasan reaches forward and grasps her firmly with his one hand. She gasps as he yanks her close to him.
"You are nothing to me," he seethes. He stares at her intently and then shoves her back, sending the beautiful woman spilling onto the floor. She whimpers for a moment and then slowly rises, staring at Sasan with a measure of both hatred and fear.
"I want what was taken from me," he said. "I have everything I want...gold, power, and of course other things," he says and holds out a hand in front of him. Blue flames flicker to life around his hand and the woman's eyes grow wide in fear. She steps back and raises her hands to shield herself.
"Please stop?" she whimpers. Sasan stares at her again, toying with the flames in his fingers. His dual-colored eyes staring at the flames with a wild look. He snaps his fingers and the flames dissipate. The woman exhales slowly, trying to recover an element of her composure.
"When did I collect you Aquila?" he asked.
"Two-hundred years ago my love," she replied.
"And have you ever considered leaving me?"
"Never, it is my honor to serve you Great Lord. You are the Master of us all. The wielder of the seven." she said and reached forward to delicately touch the jewel in the amulet around his neck.
"It would seem your sister does not share your devotion," he said. Aquila moved forward again and draped herself atop Sasan, pushing her face into his neck and planting dozens of kisses on him.
"My sister is not worth your love, my Prince," she said.
"None of you are," Sasan replied. Aquila tensed for a moment, waiting for another rebuke, but nothing came. They lay their quietly for a time, Aquila continuing to caress the man affectionately and Sasan brooding. Finally, he spoke up.
"I want you to find her?" he said. Aquila sat up. Staring at him intently.
"What?" she said.
"Find her," he said, eyes stern.
"But how can I leave you-" she began and gasped as Sasan snapped his fingers.
"I have broken the bonds tying you close to me. You may leave now. Take your sisters with you. Find her and bring her back to me...alive and in one piece," he said. She stood up and smiled, struggling to quell the excitement on her face. Suddenly she gasped and collapsed to the floor, body wracked with pain. Sasan had stood up and was standing over her, fist clenched and a purple light pulsing in his hand.
"Make no mistake - you are and always will be mine," he said. Aquila cried out in pain once again and managed to breathlessly reply.
"Yes, my Prince. Always...yours," she gasped. Content with her response, Sasan nodded and turned his back to her, and stared out the windows of the back on the back of the ship. The sun was beginning to set over the sea and the lanterns on the dozens of galleons and brigs behind them were being lit.
"Go," he said. "Bring her back to me. And be quick about it - I have grown tired of waiting." Aquila stood and tried to stand straight, wincing in pain as she did.
"Anything for you my love," she said through gritted teeth. She turned and hobbled from the room, walking through the closed door as if it was open.

Sasan stared out at the ships, admiring the power and wealth he commanded. None of it mattered though. He still felt incomplete. His hand reached up to the amulet around his neck and he brushed the gem with his thumb.
"I will be complete again soon," he said to the gem. "You will be mine again Petra - mark my words. Or I am not Sasan Mirizaii, Pirate Lord of the Sea of Sword and First Captain of the Moon Shae."

As the sun finally set over the horizon, a flicker of blue, green, and red light darted off the deck of the flagship like shooting stars. They arced up into the sky and then darted off towards the distance coastline of Faerûn.