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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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"…Then she gazed into her vomit until she found out the cause," Spade finished a particularly hideous story about their life on the high seas.

Whiteman had laughed so much that his rash had received a moderate amount of extra blood from his lively circulation. He was now redder than ever. He still seemed to have a chuckle left in him, but Serenica began to fear he'd drink himself to death. She had to keep an eye on him.

"Relax and have some more," John said, noticing her worried expression. "A drop of rum never killed nobody!"

"That is blatantly untrue, my good fellow," Whiteman said. "I can dig up plenty of cases where a single drop of rum has resulted in an ultimately lethal binge and -"

"And you should dig them up and examine whether you might become a case study if you go on like this!" someone roared from another table.

Serenica turned and saw the Admiral, somber and most likely sober as well, staring at her murderously.