DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Within the bunkers of Tanglewood, lay the dying captain. Her energy had been spent before, trying to call attention, trying to fight back in fruitless attempts. The gathering may have bought her time, but there was not much left to be had if her leg were to go untreated. Other prisoners had been left within the makeshift cells, stuck down in their own filth. If this was how she were to die, it would surely be disappointing, but at least she had not lived too short, left with too much to be done. The fates had warned her, told her this would be coming, even if she had not quite realized it at the time. She'd recognized the snake, the history they presented, but she'd not realized it was an omen. It was too little too late, and things would happen as they were meant to, she would not doubt that. No matter what, she knew her crew would prevail. The Typhoon was bigger than their archipelago - they were the oceans, the sky, the world around them. They were freedom, and they would not be contained by a man who sat upon a throne of thorns.

The noise above would catch her attention, her breaths hardened from the sickness taking over her. The tigress recognized the sound of battle, having lead one of the largest in the past. Now it was her quartermaster, her aunt, her family that'd been there since the beginning, and would be there to the end, if this were truly it. She thinks of her papa briefly - she'd done this, all of it, to make him proud. She knows he would be. She knows he would be proud of Roxie, too, and the group he'd once lead. They'd done everything they needed to. Pirates, a true force to be reckoned with.

The Gods would be on their sides. Though the thread is entangled, knotted tightly, strands torn from her right leg and burning her failing body, she still had means to fight. Just barely, let them know where she was. The fallen captain's paws twitch, using her electric elementals to create a brief spark around her, light their dark cage, then shooting it outward, upward, towards the entrance. It would cause a loud noise, electricity hitting against the entrance to the bunkers, and she would continue several more times. She'd no energy to yell anymore, but she could do this. They'd know it was her. Perhaps the members that guarded the entrance would be too busy attending to all the other shit. Perhaps this was her last chance. She would take it.