Board Thread:Fan Fiction/@comment-26767096-20160710043242

Jesse Theodore was leaning over the railing of his own ship, staring out into the great black expanse of the Zee. It wasn't as if he could see anything, though. The Unterzee was deep and dark, unforgiving and most of all, almost impossible to see out into.

"Doing a bit of thinking?" Asked an arrogant voice behind him. Jesse turned around to face the voice's owner, a young man called Simeon. Simeon was annoying, rude, and worst of all, suspicious. Everyone knew he had ties to the Grey Order. Jesse suspected that he was going to launch an assassination attempt at any time. Possibly now. Possibly in an hour. Possibly in a year.

"Yes, Simeon. I only wish the Zee weren't as dark. I long to return to my homeland." Jesse was careful with his words, since he didn't want to hint to Simeon his secret if the boy hadn't already guessed.

"..Where is your homeland, anyways? London?"

"You know I wasn't born in London, Simeon."

"The Elder Continent, then?" Simeon smiled mischieviously. "Speaking of the Continent.. Why do you have a particular obession with candles? You have them delivered to your cabin every day." At this, Jesse winced before producing a small knife from his belt.

"You've been sent to kill me, then?" Jesse asked coldly. Simeon nodded before attempting to push the ship's captain over the side. He barely got within a foot of Jesse before he was stuck in the chest by a knife.

"..You filthy candle-eating rat-" Was all he could get out before Jesse dumped him over the side.

(I hoped you like this little Fallen London-esque story! I'm actually going to make a Roleplay about sailing with captain Jesse on the SS Persephone through the Unterzee, having epic adventures and learning of the man's troubled past.) 