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Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king. WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading. discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

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"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

The roar of the archer echoed through the edge of the jungle before the man could even be seen.

Spade and Serenica both raised their pistols, but Nayk was faster, he shot the archer in the belly, causing him to fall on his face, too shocked to even scream.

The men of the village came, yelling and waving their arms.

"No - can't you see?!"

"They have manipulated you!"

Some of them took weapons, such as wooden spears, and hurled them at the pirates and the artists, but they were no match against the flintlock pistols. Serenica counted six men shot at sight, and only one wounded poet who was a bit too slow and took a hit from a spear into his thigh.

She would have otherwise started to take care of him immediately, but she had to be quick to catch the only enemy with a firearm. Her aim was good and clean, and she shot him in the head, and then he didn't have a face anymore.