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--------Aha! She had escaped! She was free! Aha! This is what freedom tasted like! Yes! She had made it out! She ran out of Thaddeus ship with such a rush of joy and happiness that she tap danced on the bridge. Now, Michelle had no clue how to tap dance and had never danced that way before, but one might say that if they saw her that day, they would think she was a trained professional. Either way, once she hit the dance, she rolled, darted forward and looked to the destruction of the south. She had been gone for not that long, she had hardly left. She had only been in a ship for a little bit, and yet here everything was going to hell. People ran wild, marines attacked those whom they could. It was a very odd scene to watch, but she had to make a choice. She had escaped a marine, yes, but these other marines? Could she escape them? IF she went back to her home, sure she could, but then again, the power was all here. She could get everything she wanted right here. All she needed to do was find some wine! Yes, this was her major goal! She looked around to the people around her. There were other ships in the docks, which meant she could steal from them? Thaddeus had given her the idea. IF he was lying or not didn't matter to her, all that mattered was that she could take what she wanted from others and get the things she needed and move on. That's all she wanted. She wanted more wine and she would get more wine. The lie he had used about stealing from other pirates gave her a good idea, and with that, she would start moving to ships that had no one on them. Some ships were small, which meant she could take what she wanted from them. Other ships had some girth to them, but she would start with maybe a middle sized ship and make her way inside.
-------- The ship was a bit battered and bruised. Had there been a fight on it? All she was looking for was the kitchen dammit! She cared not for the others and the reasons they were here. Maybe the people here take care of their ship? Yes, that made more sense. She began to sprint, the sounds of outside getting worse. Maybe it was getting worse, and that meant she had to get out of here as fast as possible. She wasn't leaving without taking something from here, and when she stumbled across the kitchen, she dove into it. Of course, one would keep a cellar for wine, if they weren't an animal. If you let it ferment, it would taste ten times better, or even a hundred times more so dependent on the taste. Wine is a process, and Michelle knows this too well. For now, she looks for food, dives into a collection of breads and cheeses. She needs food for later, to go with the wine of course. This place doesn't have a collection of alcohol in the kitchen, so she moves down deeper into the ships deepest parts. She does indeed find a cellar, which makes her eyes go bright. Roll of bread in her mouth, she begins to tear through the collections of drinks. There are different alcoholic drinks, liquors that does not concern her, nor will she concern herself with. She is here for something, for a wine, red or white it does not matter. She needs it, and when she swallows down the bread she finds two bottles! She cheers and begins her run upstairs. There are only two bottles here, which she will take for herself, red and white! One of each! Yes! She cares not for who is the owner of this ship, she simply cares that she will get what she wants. Wine is her gift, her calling, but when she gets upstairs, ready to leave, a wounded pirate stumbles his way onto the ship. Michelle, whom is stuffing her face with more bread pauses, the bread falling from her mouth. The pirate, a man, looks to her confused. She looks to him and the man points at her. What are you doing on my ship!? He yelled, but she throws the first first bottle of wine at him and runs, hearing a large THUNK! followed by the sound of THUMP! She doesn't look back. She now has one wine, a white one and is off the ship. She sighs. This isn't the best start but there is more to look for...She looks to the South. If the whole place is going to hell, why not just add to to problem? Who's watching the brewery? She will find out soon enough.
-------- So begins her journey to the southern brewery. If she can find some wine, why not get it from the source? There doesn't seem to be any vineyards she can go to, so maybe she can find the brewery and get what she needs from there. It's just alcohol. She can simply barter, alcohol for wine. She isn't a fan of alcohol mostly, the harder liquor. It's barbaric and turns people to neanderthals! One who drinks wine is classy, sophisticated. Someone who drinks wine has ambitions, unlike an Ale drinker or someone who dives into the more harder forms of alcohol. Many know the term, Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker, which her line would be Ain't nothing fine like a bottle of wine!. She ponders this line as she moves through the town. She is not a target to anyone. She walks and the chaos envokes itself around her. She feels almost as if she can do no wrong with what she has done and is about to do. She knows she is going to steal, and already has stolen. She looks to the wine she has left, White. She has the white wine left. Fine, she can work with this. She would prefer the red, but it wouldn't matter. For now, all she would do was simply stop and look around her. People fought, slashed, shot and killed but no one looked at her. She shrugged, popped open the cork of the wine and chugged it. She let the world sing its beautiful song of death, murder and destruction that played against the melody of peace, revival and the holy light. She could have gone to the other side at anytime and yet she liked it, liked this moment of wonder and bliss. She was a pirate, maybe she should stand up and be one. Then she heard the crash of a table being thrown and almost choked.
-------- Her mind flashed with the image of the young marine that had thrown the table to block the door and she turned. Back in the distance was the ship she had left, the fight she had abandoned. How could she? She had left two pirates to fight a marine and was out and about, living her life....Sucks for them...She thinks to herself, no care or remorse for the situation. She left a pirate to fight a marine and then someone else joined in after, who was she to judge? She turned, tossing the bottle to the ruins of the south. Welp, she took off in a run. The wine had been crisp, a very good tasting wine with a nice aroma. She would remember that for later, making sure to try and replicate it when she made her own brew. She would continue her run in stride, running to the front door of the brewery. She licked her lips, mind filled with dreams of getting the items she wanted the most. If she could get wine or alcohol it wouldn't matter. She would just need to rob this place and continue on with her day. She needed it! She needed the wine, she needed the power! More wine! More time! She would manage to stumble across it after watching a bottle of wine roll out of a fleeing pirates grips. She nodded. It was a sign! She was meant to have this wine! Only she would appreciate the wine and its properties! If you had what you loved, you could recover from any and everything. She slowly stumbled her way in, stepping over any destroyed bottles or broken glass. The first thing she had to check was the register. Look, money was money, and if she was going to get more wine, she was going to need some money. The register wasn't that stacked, a couple Beli in it, but enough to pocket. "Thank you for your contribution to the Michelle G. Sonto Winery" She whispered as she looked to the ruins of the brewery. Now, here was the contradiction. You made liquor and alcohol at a brewery, not wine. Why was she here? A brewery did not vivify, as she saw no grapes here except for staff snack. A terrible snack for a brewery, but she assumed that the owners wanted the workers to be healthy and efficient when working. She moved past doors upon doors, ignoring the damage inside due to all of the raiding that had come to this place. Of course people would hit here, this is where alcohol was made. She was here for one thing. Making her way to the top office, she would break the already fragile door down, slamming against it. She then regretted the action as her right arm, her more dominant side that had been used to smash the door in, began pulsing in pain. She groaned, but the door was open. She pushed her way inside, massaging the more sore parts while also finding out where not to touch. Some parts of her arms hurt more than others, but for now, she knew one thing about businessmen. They kept their money close to them.
--------She flipped the light switch, the room coming alive. It was damaged, signs of fighting. Blood on the walls, scratch marks and pictures off to the side. She nodded, looking around for a bit. There was one picture that seemed to be not moved, or the most touched. It seemed too out of place, too perfect. She nodded, picked up the chair that the office held and threw it at the picture. The chair bounced off, a loud Thunk! That gave her exactly the information she needed. She continued to nod, walking up to the picture to feel behind it, around its sides. There should be some sort of mechanism, maybe a bu---click! The sound of a button activating the mechanisms. She watched, the picture moving to the side, revealing a large safe. Her nodding couldn't stop. If she took all this money, the brewery would plummet and she would profit. That's all she wanted, profit, and a failing Brewery. She looked at the large safe, wondering what she could do about it. It felt hard, it felt metallic, so she couldn't just punch threw it. Her nodding didn't stop, until she pushed over the table, moving it out of the way, clearing out everything so that she could have a straight run at the safe. She took a breath, and in an instant was off. A full sprint, a jump! BOOM! Her foot broke right into the safe, but now, she was stuck. The benefits of being a cook was some strong a** legs, the sad part was having a frail a** body. She pushed on the metal, pushing her body, stretching her leg. She felt some discomfort, but her leg slipped out, she fell and turned, spinning on her hands to kick at the safe. Down came half the metal and a flowing stack of money. She began to wonder if the owner thought they would come back to this? She nodded thrice, looked for a large bag, pocketed the money and made her way out. Maybe she should buy her own ship? She was tired of a rowboat.
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