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Mikayla woke up from a little nap as the ship hit a rather large wave that sent her flying across the room. As she stood up she ruffled out her deep black feathers and began to walk out to the deck. She swiftly headed to the helm to take over the navigating from her trusted first mate. Since she was now out in the open she stretched out her wings and gave them a quick flutter to work out the muscle cramps. When the ship tosses violently and she lands on the floor her wings tend to get knots in them so she does this to work them out. Typically a fallen angel or even an angel wouldn't dare show their wings in public because their feathers are typically hunted for their magical properties, however her reputation of making the hunter the hunted well proceeds her.
After a few hours of commanding her precious ship, she walked down to the lower deck to begin her rounds of observing her crew. Although the crew respects her, it is not uncommon to find them sleeping on the job which will not be tolerated on her watch. This usually is not due to a lack of sleep, but rather laziness as she makes sure her crew is fully staffed and able to take shifts throughout the day. As she approaches the kitchen she hears the sound of the crew talking among each other as they take their meal breaks. As she passes she simply smiles to herself and passes by to check on the crew members who were tasked to upkeep the canons, it is one of the most important part of the ship after all.
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Nymth's days as a pirate captain look rather different than the others. She began her morning by taking out her hair curlers, carefully brushing them through with her fingers to achieve her typical wavy hairstyle. After this was out of the way she began her makeup routine, making sure she always looked approachable incase her charms were needed. She hummed a simple tune to herself as she did this, one her mother used to sing when she was younger. After this was finished she shimmied into her typical pink flowy dress, which was perfectly acceptable as she wouldn't be caught dead doing hard work on the ship. This was unless of course war was sieged between ships, it was for this case the sleeves and the skirt of the dress could be easily removed, changing into a jumpsuit instead.
When her morning get ready was finished she headed out onto the top deck to observe her crew at work. Her role on the ship was planning and commanding only as she had a more than full and competent staff to take care of all of the other more mundane roles. Truth be told she would only man the helm for an hour a day as she always found something more interesting to do. Typically she charted maps in the daylight and at night she charted the stars. Sometimes even she would take a risky swim alongside her ship as she often missed being able to be in the water at whenever she wanted.