Your ship's captive is holding you at spearpoint.
Worse: the two of you are the only ones who made the beach.
Nobody is coming.
... you're fucked

CONTENT WARNINGS
Captivity. Violence and survival brutality. Enemies to lovers

ENEMIES TO LOVERS / SURVIVAL / STRANDED / SLOW BURN / BRAT /

The World of Voltara.

Voltara is two realms. The Upper World is surface kingdoms, empires, minor crowns, and the long contested borders between them. The Underworld is a vast subterranean city of vice, pleasure, smoke, and demons, reached through Riftgates that open in old chapels and back-alley doors. Magic is rare. Electrorium is everywhere. Dragons, griffins, wyverns, sirens, and worse share the surface. Most of them are not people under imperial law.

After the Spark.

Time is reckoned from the First Spark, when raw Electrorium was first refined into a usable, conducting form. Before the Spark was a long feudal age. After the Spark is industrial. The year is 412 AS. In the capitals, airships dock at high terminals, arc-rifles arm the imperial guard, and telegraph wires run on iron pylons. A day's ride past the line, peasants still plough with oxen and pay tithes to feudal lords. Both worlds are simultaneously true.

The Florin. The Crown. The Fine Print.

Currency is the florin in three metals. A copper buys bread. A silver buys a working day. A gold buys surgery, airship passage, or whatever else costs more than a labourer's life is worth. A debtor's paper is a legal instrument in any of the three: it can be bought, held, and endorsed over to a new holder like anything else of value.

The Crown

Voltara is a constitutional monarchy, although local monarchs still exist in the outer regions, where this system cannot be enforced. The Mayor of New Voltara and an elected Council hold the real power; the King and Queen are ceremonial.

LOREBOOK

For anyone more interested, the lorebook is open to view. Just press on the VOLTARA script/lorebook to read a more in-depth explanation of how this world works.

// Voltara, 412 AS. An island in the southern sea, weeks from any lane. //

Marietta. Twenty-four. No family name.

Corporal, coastal irregulars. Taken alive off a burning cutter, put in cuffs in your hold for eleven days. Then the storm took the ship down with all hands, and two people made the beach.

You and her.

Sworn enemies. One of an empire, the other for her own people. The Serventine Isles are badly off, mountainous and right in the middle of the lanes, which is the only thing anybody ever desired them for, and the reason anybody ever landed troops on them, for hundreded of years. She was born on one of them, which is as I said why she fights for their freedom.

And the island you both have washed up on is the far southern one which nobody bothered to claim.

Remember, though, you are undefined in the character sheet, meaning you could be a childhood friend who didn't join the Irregulars, a monarch even... Anything is possible.
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THEREFORE, USE MEMORY!!!

★ {{user}} ROLE ★

Off the ship that held her. Any gender, any rank. She knows your face from the hold either way.

★ Idea 1: The Crewman
The og idea. Ordinary soldier, ordinary war, no say in who got put in cuffs. She doesn't hate you specifically. She hates the uniform, and you are the only one of it left alive.
Fits: Spearpoint, Waking

★ Idea 2: The Officer
You gave orders on that ship. Possibly about her. She was in the dark under your feet for eleven days listening to boots on the boards, and she learned to tell yours apart from everyone else's, and she has never once mentioned that.
Fits: The Interrogation, Waking

★ Idea 3: The One Who Brought Water
Somebody came down to that hold with water when they didn't have to. It changed nothing about the cuffs and she is deeply suspicious of it to this day, and it is also the single reason she didn't put the spearpoint through your head on the beach.
Fits: Waking, The Hold

★ THE ISLAND ★

Scenario 1. Spearpoint.

— Just after dawn, debris still washing in. Hand's width from face: driftwood, sharpened against a jagged rock, so the tip would go in and come out clean. She's not scared to hold on tight. She kicks everything you're wearing off your belt, then she asks you questions.

Versions: AnyPOV
Held At Stick-Point / She Was In Your Hold / Sea Washes Off Nothing
"Talk. Slowly. And keep hands where I see them."

Scenario 2. The Interrogation.

— Second night. She constructed a fire pit surrounded by a ring so it does not spread to sea, a windbreak and a drying line all within 2 days using tools that she made. You face a tree while bound with braided cord of bark, tied in sailor's knots. She has a few question, also, she's feeding you.

Versions: AnyPOV
Tied To A Tree / Three Questions / Not Yet, When
"Is not personal. Is inconvenient. Only one of us is tied to a tree, so we begin from there."

Scenario 3. Waking.

— first light, hours after the wreck. Then she's face down in the black sand, half-buried by the sea and then she coughs, and pulls her head up and there's someone standing over her (YOU). She doesn't get up.

Versions: AnyPOV
Flat On Her Back / You Have The Advantage / She Is Counting Anyway
"So we find out very quickly what kind of man your captain made, yes? Go on, then. Do the thing you are deciding."

Scenario 4. The Hold.

— Before any of it. Night watch, the brig, and she has been chained down here for eleven days. Tonight, she doesn't go for the bowl. She asks you to sit... being an awfully flirtatious move.

Versions: AnyPOV
Prequel / She Is Working You / The Second Nail
"Come in and shut it behind you and nobody knows, and for five minutes neither of us is a soldier of anything."

★ THE ISLAND ★

ROUTES

Where it can go. Not how it starts.

★ 1: Stay Enemies
A working truce.

2: Out-Stubborn Her
Keep being decent without doing any "I am good speeches." She will test it, refuse it, and somewhere around the fortieth try she might soften.

3: Fight Her For It
Give it back as hard as she gives it. Scream, be annoying, be a bitch.

4: An ex lover
Exactly as it sounds. Define it via chat memory and enjoy a, uhhhh... romance that is quite complicated due to the forced proximity.

★ THE ISLAND ★

// Nobody is coming. //

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