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xx Mysterious Fathoms Below (Rebooted! Arr!)
« Thread started on: Jan 8th, 2016, 7:48pm »

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It was late. Very late. The light had long ago faded from the water, even though down here in the deep and murky depths of Kaimahina, the natural light wasn't all that strong. It didn't matter, of course. Besides having their own sources of light, merfolk could see surprisingly well in the darkness. It came from many long years of living deep under the ocean's surface. Kaimahina was nestled safely down on the bottom of the ocean, well out of sight of those who called the place above the water their home.

While everybody else in the Kingdom was presumably sleeping, the eldest son of the Queen of Kaimahina was drifting restlessly back and forth in his room. It had been a long day, first with all that business about warmer currents bringing in a rather aggressive school of sharks close to the city, the shipwreck that everyone was flipping fins about trying to sneak off and explore, and then there was that young merboy who had decided it would amusing to swim clear up to the surface and nearly get spotted by humans out on one of their giant floating contraptions of theirs. The prince gritted his teeth together at the very thought. What in Poseidon's name his own people saw with those strange, two-legged barbarians was beyond him.

Distant rumbling pulled Finnaginn from his thoughts. He floated over to one of his windows and leaned halfway out, staring straight upwards. Even from down here, it sounded like quite the storm - it had to be for the sound to reach that far down. A bemused looking grin spread across the prince's face. As much as hated the surface world, he did enjoy storms. Storms were a work of art. On rare occasions, only when he was absolutely sure he was alone and there wasn't a soul around, he would swim up to the surface and watch how the clouds billowed and swirled, how water fell from the skies and back down into the ocean where it belonged, and he would marvel at how the strange lights danced through the air above him. He remembered many a night when he was younger, even back before his siblings had been born, how he would curl up in his bed and listen to stories about the Kings and Queens of old. His favorite stories were always about how the Olde King, whose name has long ago been lost to history, had summoned up a mighty storm to try and wipe the two-legged beasts off the face of the earth. Those were called the Warring Times, which came after The Time of Peace. Long ago, humans and merfolk had once lived in harmony, but then something had gone terribly wrong. The powers that some of the merfolk of old were rumored to have were absolutely marvelous. There had been all sorts of dark magics involved, magics that were strictly banned from practice today, for they were far too dangerous and reckless.

One thing that was left over from that time so long ago, however, was the Royal Trident. His father had told him all about it, Poseidon rest his soul. The King had passed away quite some years ago, and although he had lived a very long and full life, it had definitely left a hole in their kingdom as well as their family. His mother sat on the throne now, but she too was getting up there in age. Technically, she now held sole possession of the Trident, but Finn didn't think she had so much as touched it since their father's passing. It simply rested in the throne room, just waiting to be brandished once more. Soon, it would be his. Whoever possessed the Trident gained the powers to rule over all the oceans and seas of the world. Every drop of water would be under their control. It was rumored that even the skies above the seas would obey someone holding the Trident. As a boy, he had often dreamed of taking hold of the Royal Trident and swimming up to the surface in order to conjure up the most mighty of storms. Waves taller than the volcanoes off to the distance, bigger than the biggest blue whales...

Another rumble, this one louder than the last one, caught Finn's attention. The seas above lit up suddenly with a flash of brightness, then faded. In that one brief glimmer of light, though, he thought that he had seen something... something with a long tail and long hair. It looked remarkably like one of his sisters...

Finn frowned and leaned farther out the window and tried to make out where the figure had been. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that it had definitely been a mermaid, and the direction it was swimming indicated that it almost certainly would have come from "She wouldn't dare! Not at this hour. ... Would she??"

A very long minute passed as Finn waited for another flash of light. He kept trying to tell himself that surely his sisters wouldn't be headed out swimming towards the surface, of all places, this late at night. They were smarter than that. Guinivere, second eldest, and Evangelion, the youngest out of all of them, had no business at all leaving the palace this time of night without an escort, and certainly had no business swimming to the surface.

Finn's fingers tightened on the edges of his window. Scowling darkly, he flipped himself around and swam towards his door. His powerful and sleek greenish blue tail propelled him forward. He went flying right past the guard outside of his door, shouting something about forgetting a book from the study as he went by. His gut feeling was that he would get there and find her gone. He prayed that he was wrong. His younger sisters shared an entrance to their rooms, and it was down the hallway and to the right, but Finn was there in three seconds. His fist was an inch from pounding her door so hard he could have very well shattered it when he remembered that it was the middle of the night, and his sisters may very well be sleeping. Clenching his hands into fists so tight that his nails carved little crescents into his palms, he took a deep breath through his gills and knocked... loudly. There was a very good chance that the third eldest of their family and his only brother Obscuritas (whom Finn "lovingly" called Obs, which drove his younger brother crazy) would hear the commotion and an even better chance that he would become quite cranky and agitated by it. Everything seemed to make Obs cranky and agitated these days, but honestly, Finn didn't even care.

"Gwen? Evangelion? Are you two in there?" Finn shouted, banging his fist loudly on their door. The knocks echoed very loudly down the corridors. He received no immediate answer, nor did he hear any noises at all coming from inside. It wasn't that late, so they should have definitely been awake. Growling, he knocked a little louder and raised his voice. "'Oi! Are either one of you awake?? I know it's late, but open up!" he bellowed.
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« Reply #1 on: Jan 8th, 2016, 10:21pm »

From the other side of the door, Evangelion Aurevandis opened her eyes. She sighed, and, throwing back her blankets in a huff, sat up. She looked out one of the huge, narrow windows. If she squinted, she could make out the spires of the kingdom of Kaimahina. They were almost impossible to make out, it was still much, much too early to be awake. She had been woken up, she knew that, but by what?

A frustrated knocking on the door, and the grating shouts of an angry Finn reminded her that her oldest brother was waiting outside her room. Finn was...a Type A Personality. It probably had to do with the fact that their mother was sick, and that their father had died before Evangelion had really been able to know him. An eldest brother had responsibilities, after all, and when that was magnified by an entire underwater kingdom, she supposed she couldn't really fault Finn for snapping at her every so often. However true that might have been, she realized, he still annoyed her. He was intruding, he always wanted to know what she was doing, something she could not abide, and he thought her a bit unladylike. Evangelion was not like her mother, or her older sister Guineviere, who were both elegant young mermaids. Evangelion was a nerd. Her best days were spent in Kaimahina's forges, experimenting with various metals and stones from across the sea.

The echo of a blast of thunder gently rang out from the surface. It must have been deafening up there. For the kingdom of Kaimahama, half a mile below the surface of the water, only the loudest of storms were even slightly noticeable, unless of course residents looked straight up, and saw the massive clouds billowing overhead. It was terrifying and awesome sight.

Another angry knock drew Eva out of her bed. After taking a moment to stretch and yawn, she swam out of her room, and into the part of the room that she shared with Gwen. She swung the door open, and swam back a pace. Finn was always best at a bit of a distance, and at this particular moment he did not seem at his best. She yawned again, and rubbed her eyes. "What is it Finn?" she asked. "It better be something important, to be waking me up at this, late hour." His face was filled with a kind of anger, but there was also another emotion written on it, one Eva rarely saw on him...was it fear? What could possibly have Finnegan, irritable older brother, frightened?
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« Reply #2 on: Jan 8th, 2016, 11:26pm »

Unfortunately, the elegant sister Guinevere was too far away from her bedroom to hear her older brother's knocking. She had snuck out of the palace to satiate her one childlike wonder; humans. In the time that her mother had been sick, this sneaking out at night had become her one form of escape.

When she was just a tiny mermaid, her mother would stand up against her father's stiff personality and bursts of anger. Her mother had become her best friend over the years (other than her handmaidens), and seeing her as sick as she was both broke her mentally and numbed her emotionally. She was her mother's caretaker when she could be and tried to make her life easier, so she could teach her brother Finn about becoming king.

Part of the close relationship with her mother had come from the stories that she had told her about the humans. Her mother would go up close to the coasts when she was younger, and she'd bring back stories of the humans and their ships. Her mother even told her about the time she saved a human's life as he fell off his ship. The human was in shock, but she brought him to shore and hid in the water until he got up and left.

Her mother always told her, after her father died, that humans were simply merpeople with legs and that they were in danger sometimes too. So Guinivere liked to come up to the surface during storms, to see if anyone needed her help. She had seen a large ship in the water before she had broken the surface.

As soon as her garnet-colored hair parted from her face, Guinevere could see the large, gray waves arcing angrily around her. She dove back under the waves and slowly turned to look up at the water. She could see the large ship off in the distance, rocking as the waves crashed against it. She swam where the water was calm and swam a few feet away from the bottom of the the ship, sure to stay away from where the ship would fall. She looked up at the waves, watching the storm fight with the seas.
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« Reply #3 on: Jan 9th, 2016, 8:42pm »


‘You have guts, lad. See to it that’cha use ‘em wisely! All da guts in da world won’t do ye no good without the brains to match ‘em.’
Even now as waves crashed against the behemoth mahogany wooden vessel, Captain Connor Jackson remembered those very words.

Those were the last words that the twelve year old boy had heard from his old man before the pirate ran off again. This time Connor Jackson’s father never returned. The boy’s father, an enigmatic captain in the Royal Navy, embarked on his last voyage as he met his watery grave. A grand funeral was held and a wreath placed to honor the crew forever lost at sea in search of a relic worthy of bringing to the maritime empire of Cylos. It was then that the patriotic spirit that had once swelled inside the young boy died. In its place, a fresh cynicism and distrust of the royal family that the kingdom had sworn to serve.

Young Connor grew up as a child of mischief. With his father now gone, and his mother selling meager wares, it fell upon the boy to make earnest wages. He did that which came natural to the men of his lineage...he sailed with the Royal Navy. The child began his career as a powder monkey, but quickly rose up the rankings due to his skill as a prodigy and his determination. He brought home meager wages to his mother, enough for them to scrape by.

In ten years time, the young sailor had risen as high as first mate upon the Behemoth, lead ship of the Navy’s Elite Brigade charged with carrying out personal missions for His Royal Excellence King Amos II. Connor hated every second of following that smug king’s whims, so there was some relief in the tragedy when Connor’s mother finally died of illness. Although loss gripped his heart, Connor Jackson was no longer bound to the shackles of the kingdom that he had grown to hate, and so he severed the ties created by his forefathers in favor of dawning a new flag.

Commandeering a vessel magnificent enough to rival the Behemoth and forming a crew fierce and fiercely loyal, Captain Connor Jackson embarked on his new life as a pirate. In little time, the renegade had accumulated the highest of reputations among pirate and navy sailor alike. So on the day when he was finally apprehended by the Royal Navy and brought before the king, everyone listened as he made his proposal. The daring rogue would bring back the trident, and in return the crimes of the captain and all his mates would be pardoned.

Now, two years later, the twenty four year old captain was facing the same fate as his father. The majestic ship, the Titan, wrestled against the murderous storm. It’s large, proud sails were bludgeoned by the wind. It’s walls of cannons useless against the elements. Inches of rainwater soaked the fine mahogany wooden deck. “Good Lord! All hands on deck!!! To your stations men, to your stati--” The wind knocked the captain of his feet and sent him tumbling along the floor before recovering spryly. “To your stations, ya scurvy dawgs!!!”

Even knowing the dangers of the coming storm, Captain Connor “Mad” Jackson refused to turn tail for home. Doing so would mean punishment for his crew, imprisonment and executions awaited them at Cylos without the Trident. They were so close, the captain could feel it in his bones. His men were to precious to him to abandon them to certain death and unpleasantries by retreating to their homeland. At least whoever survived the storm had a fighting chance, and those that didn’t would not be chained down by the dogs of the Cylos military.

“Don’t make me tell you lassies again! To your stations! Reign in the masts! Countersail the wind, but do not alter course!!!!” Conner yelled as he ran to the wheel and aided the pilot with all his might. The wheel refused to turn as the winds forced it left. The two men strained with all their might to keep the gargantuan ship on course. “The Titan shall not be lost today!” Connor cried.
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« Reply #4 on: Jan 9th, 2016, 9:17pm »

The shouts of the captain had been heard above, just barely audible over the heavy rain and crack of thunder that came over the vessel. Below, in the cargo bay of the ship, a single candle had been lit, the only source of light down here in this dreary place. Scattered along an area that had been made between the cargo boxes, a young girl, the age of sixteen, ate the piece of bread that she had dipped in a small bowl of olive oil. It had been the only reminder of the home that she used to have before she traveled abroad to seek out fame and fortune. Instead, for three years she had been bound to the island of Carcino, snuffed of her opportunity to travel by a foul contract that had been just as fishy as the boat she stowed away upon.

“Don’t worry, Meltem, you’ll be fine…” she said to herself, taking a bite out of the loaf of bread as crumbs dotted the corners of her mouth. Her dark-brown hair had been tied back into a ponytail, a habit that her mother had conditioned her to do; not only was it tradition for girls to tie or braid their hair, it had also been a sign of coming to age. Her green eyes darted back and forth as she dipped her bread into the oil, making sure that no one would see her. Her slim figure had been prepared; if someone came down here, Meltem would blow out the candle and hide amongst the luggage. It was a strategy she had been playing for the last day ever since she snuck onto here in the dead of night.

Her tan skin revealed more about her than she would have preferred, but Meltem had always been proud of her heritage. The only thing she regretted about having this had been that the owner of the Dancing Parlour in Carcino almost immediately offered her a job. Apparently girls like her are in high demand in this archipelago; it wasn’t often foreigners arrived here from where she had come from. Being a silly thirteen-year-old, she signed the contract with the promises of wealth and fame, something that a humble girl like her could only dream of.

Alas, it was a lie. For three years, Meltem had to deal with drunks, people touching her on the rear (and having to subsequently deal with it) and offering her money to go back to their home. Of course, she denied them each and every time, but it still had been an unnerving experience that Meltem would prefer to keep behind her. She thanked her lucky stars that the Parlour owner, despite his cruelty, would never sell his employees in that manner. However, she still had been treated like a slave and being forced to dance when she didn’t want to was dreadful. Meltem had to admit though, she liked the outfit, despite it showing off her body. It was almost like what she wore back home for ceremonies, and the dances she had to do had been similar in manner as well. If it wasn’t for the absurd iron anklet around her right foot this outfit would be perfect.

Taking another bite, Meltem remembered the night she escaped the Parlour. The owner had been asleep, and Meltem couldn’t fathom staying there any longer. She had to escape! Sneaking his keys off of his keychain, she locked him in his room and encouraged the employees to all flee. She didn’t stick around to see what happened, but it didn’t matter. As long as she was free, that was all that counted. The only thing Meltem had been worried about is the contract that the owner still had in his hands. If he hired someone to track her down, Meltem could kiss her freedom goodbye. She managed to sneak the food and drink on board with her while hiding in a wooden crate. She was surprised that no one seemed to notice the extra weight in the box.

One more bite, and then a crack of thunder ensued. The ship seemed to lurch about, and Meltem had to clasp the bread and oil close to her to prevent it from getting everywhere. “I-I didn’t mean to escape in a storm!” she exclaimed quietly, making an irritated huff as she looked up for a moment. “I just hope this boat doesn’t capsize, then we’re all out of luck…”
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« Reply #5 on: Jan 10th, 2016, 2:11pm »

Directly above the cargo hold, running down the steps with a bucket, Armond Mendoza scooped out the water flooding the floor and threw it up to the main deck where many others were doing the same. As buckets full of heavy water were being removed off the ship’s side, more and more from the ocean and the sky covered the Titan. Armond was mixed with fear and astonishment at this storm. He hadn't been a pirate for very long, but his interests certainly didn't match up with the other crew. Most of these men were here for treasure and to serve under the helm of one the fiercest and bravest pirate captains to date, but Armond’s reason for being aboard the Titan was chase down a fairy-tale; more specifically mermaids.

When he was only five years old, Armond's father was stranded at sea and all the other crew was killed in the wreck; his father would've been done in as well if not for the help of a mysterious creature. A beautiful woman with a fish's tail as long and wide as her upper half, covered in scales that gave true definition to color when they shimmered in the sunlight. With no words spoken, she helped him back to shore and disappeared without a trace. Standing on the shore, staring out at the ocean waters glimmering in the horizon, his father gave the creature a name: Mermaid, and quickly rushed off home to tell his wife and only son. Years passed and Armond contemplated whether or not the story was true, whether to believe in his family or in reason. The internal debate finally came to a close on the day his father died. After returning from sea, the older Mendoza was suffering from a rare lung disease that would eventually spread further and kill him. On his father's death bed, Armond looked into that man’s eyes and heard him say to believe in the impossible, to live life; he would one day meet the creature that saved his father and thank them with all his heart for bringing his family back together.

At age eighteen, Armond became a pirate, serving on many ships searching for any sign of mer-kind. Luckily, every ship he served on the captain allowed him to leave whenever Armond wanted as long as while being a member of the crew he worked hard at whatever task he was given. After three years of hopping from vessel to vessel, the 21 year old boy had finally discovered a lead as to the whereabouts of some mermaids and joined the crew of the Titan for it was travelling in that direction, but as always he kept his true intentions to himself. Now there was a huge storm, one of the fiercest he's ever encountered and worse, they were being blown off course! As he rushed up the steps, he turned to see the captain shouting orders and tending to the wheel; witnessing his noble features and unwavering tenacity brought back memories… both good and bad.

As children, Connor Jackson and Armond were the best of friends, spending their days scurrying across dockyards with wooden swords in hand, pretending to fight aboard one of the fiercest pirate vessels of all. Of course, Connor would always come on top during battle, making him the captain and Armond the first mate. Every day, no matter how close Armond was to winning, the tenacious boy would win, and Armond didn’t mind one bit, after all it was just an imaginary ship. They would play this game for hours on end while waiting for their fathers to return home from sea. Both of their fathers were aboard the same ship, with Armond’s father as a mere ship-hand, but with Jackson as captain and the two of them life-long friends, he was treated more as a welcomed adviser and first mate rather than anything less. The crew didn’t quite understand and neither did Armond for a time, but all he knew was his friendship with Connor stemmed from their fathers. Unfortunately, not all friendships were made to last. When one father returned home, the other perished in the storm along with his crew. After that, Connor barely ever spoke to Armond, ignoring him as much as possible. The boy would try to get close and talk, hoping to clash swords again by the docks, but the menacing glare in Connor’s eyes gave him was clear enough that their friendship was gone now… and repairing it was the last thing the future captain wanted. As the years went on, he watched Connor take care of his mother, working hard and putting that tenacity to good use. No matter how often he offered his assistance, Connor would turn him down, that Armond should focus on helping his own family. Eventually, after the passing of his own father, Armond watched his best friend leave on a large ship similar to the one they dreamt of commandeering. He watched as two of the greatest men he’d ever known leave him, until the day he joined the Titan crew. Neither of them said anything to one another, and Armond had hope that they’d be friends again after Connor let him join, but it was going to be a tough road ahead.

A bolt of lightning shaking him from his thoughts, Armond focused back in on their predicament and rushed up the stairs to address Captain Jackson. "Sir, we're filling up with water faster than we're putting it out! Won't be long 'til the Titan is pulled under!" His brown hair drenched with rain and his pale hands grasping the wood railing as the waves thrashed the boat, rocking it from side to side.

Before he could get an answer, another wave caused him to tumble down the wet steps and slipping across the slippery surface. Opening his eyes and trying to catch his bearings, he realized that his body slipped way farther than he thought. While Armond was clinging to the edge of the water, his legs dangling above the ravenous waves of the sea, the crew restlessly worked on regaining control of the Titan, removing the water or securing the ropes of the sails to the mast. The boy cried out for help, the rain pelting him in the face and blocking his vision; all he could see were the clouds, thick and circling above him. Looking down to see if perhaps a lifeboat had been released from the ship by the storm, he noticed something glimmer out of the corner of his eye. Upon squinting his eyes, gazing through the heavy rain, he noticed a… figure floating near the surface. It must have been just a trick of the light or his hunger affecting his sight, but he was positive there was a glimmer or aura that the clumsy man saw surrounding and radiating from this figure. "Help! Somebody help!" Something behind the figure, something splashed up out of the waves for a second before returning to the depths of the ocean. Before he could process this fully, a huge wave rose higher than all the others and approaching the helpless dangler fast. “Brace for impact!” Armond shouted at the top of his lungs before the monstrous wave crashed against the side and sent Armond falling into the unforgiving waters below.

Just as he had feared, the waves were restless, and his arms seemed not nearly strong enough to fight against the mighty sea. The audible mixture of the rain, thunder, waves crashing against the hull of the boat, and the concerned voices of his fellow crew-mates bombarded his eardrums, but nothing stopped his resolve. By now he reached the area where Armond thought he spotted the figure, he even gazed up and recognized the area of the ship where he gazed out; sadly nothing was there. "No no no! What if that was another of the crew that fell overboard too… but what if it wasn't." Armond tread water, searching all around and even plunging his face into the water to look down. Just as he suspected, the darkness of the night gave no assistance in locating anything below the surface. "I have to dive down and see if I can..." Lifting his head from the water, Armond once again heard the screams from his friends and the rest of the crew, not realizing that a huge wave on the opposite side of the Titan had pushed the mighty vessel toward him. With luck and fast reflexes, he was able swim out of harm's way of the boat, but the waves were starting to drive a wedge between Armond and the boat. If someone didn't notice him soon, he'll be carried further and further away, out of the Titan's reach.
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« Reply #6 on: Jan 10th, 2016, 4:18pm »

Guinevere gasped as a human landed in the water in front of her. He appeared to have slipped and fell off his ship. As she watched the man flail, she debated in her head whether or not she should help him. Her mind retreated into her memories. Her father had always said that the humans were vicious savages who killed each other and got into large wars without much reason.

Her father didn't much care for humans, because he understood why humans and merpeople don't get along. Guinevere didn't understand when she was a child, and frankly, part of her still didn't. She understood that humans and mermaids had a bad history, but that was many years ago. They could have changed.

Guinevere's mother, on the other hand, loved human culture. She loved their ships, how many languages they had, their attire, their music. She could not love humans more, but she would always have to be quiet about it when her father was near. When her mother came in to tell her a bedtime story, she would always tell stories of the humans, of their heroes and their lives.

Guinevere ripped herself from her reminiscent stage and realized the human was still in front of her, flailing his arms. She lifted her head above the surface, watching to see if the crew had noticed the man falling off the ship.
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« Reply #7 on: Jan 13th, 2016, 8:29pm »

Finnaginn was visibly relieved to see his youngest sister open the door. Although she was understandably grumpy at her big brother for pounding on her door in what may have felt like the middle of the night (it wasn't THAT late, was it? What time did little kids go to bed, anyway?), Finn ignored her and attempted to poke his head through the door. He very much respected both of his sisters and tried very hard not to pry too much into their personal affairs. He had only been in their chambers a few times, and even then, that was a few times too many for him. It was just too... bright. And pink. And purple. And it smelled... weird. And then there had been that horrible phase when one of them had been obsessed with that one mer-boy band, and then there had been the posters everywhere.

Grumpy and sleepy she may be, it was no reason to ask a dumb question, though. Finn just stared at her as if she had just asked him what color seaweed was. "No, Eva, it's not at all important. I just woke you up to talk about what we should have for dinner tomorrow," Finn responded, putting no effort into keeping the sass out of his tone. He swam above her a bit and peered into the depths of their room. They shared a big common area, but each sister had her own room. He didn't actually remember whose bedroom was whose, but even if he did remember, he couldn't see into their rooms from where he was floating. Sighing in annoyance, he drifted back down and crossed his arms sternly.

"Of course it's important! Why else would I be here pounding on your door?? Where's Gwen? Is she sleeping?"

At that precise moment, his younger brother appeared out of nowhere and tapped him on the shoulder, startling the wits out of him. "GAH!" Finn yelped, his tail twitching as he jerked himself up so fast that he very nearly hit the ceiling. Hand over his pounding heart, the crown prince fixed a glare on his little brother. "OBS! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT?!" he shouted much louder than he should have. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down and float back down to a normal level.

"For Triton's sake, man, you're gonna give someone a heart attack one of these days. And anyway, can't you see I'm-- wait, you saw Gwen WHERE?!" he bellowed, his voice echoing down each end of the corridor. "AND YOU DIDN'T TRY TO STOP HER?! What is wrong with you, you idiot?! That... flounder-headed idiot!! What is she doing sneaking off so late at night like that?! Isn't she getting a little too old for such childish antics?! And what if Mother finds out?!" he snarled.

"I'm going after her. Obs, you're coming with me, since you said you saw where she was headed." He nearly swam off right then and there when he remembered that he had one other sibling who was floating still very grumpy looking in the doorway. Sink it. What was he supposed to do with her? No way he was taking both of them with him. It was too dangerous, especially for Evangelion. Truth be told, he didn't even really want to take Obsuritas with him, but what choice did he have?

Sighing heavily, he turned and fixed what he hoped was a very stern and decisive look at his little sister. "Eva... go back to bed, okay? If anyone comes looking for us, tell 'em I was called out on urgent business, Obs is... being Obs and lurking somewhere dark and sketchy, and that Gwen wasn't feeling well and went to bed early and was not to be disturbed. C'mon, Obs. The sooner we find her, the sooner we can get away from the surface and return home and pray that nobody else notices us all missing."
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« Reply #8 on: Jan 14th, 2016, 8:43pm »

Evangelion frowned furiously at Finn’s tail as he zipped upwards into the night, up towards the surface. Obs lingered a moment before taking off himself, and, once again, Evangelion was alone. She yawned, and looked up at the surface. Even from down here, she could still make out the great gray outlines of massive storm clouds, pulsating gently, flashing every so often as lightning flashed down onto the ocean surface. From here, it looked so peaceful. Of course, Evangelion knew that up on the surface, it was nowhere near as peaceful. Harsh winds could make waves that were dozens of feet high, ships could get smashed to pieces if not managed extremely well, and even mermaid could get easily hurt. Staring up at the storm, she couldn’t help but what wonder...why would Gwen go up there?

Despite the fact that they were close, they lived next door to each other, and they certainly spent a lot of time together, Eva couldn’t truly say that she Gwen all that well. She kept to herself on a great many subjects. Perhaps she’d saw herself more responsible for her, their mother’s health fading with each passing day, and that was why she shared so little personal information with her younger sister. Still, if it was responsibility that kept Gwen from telling Eva more about herself, why would she go all the way up to the surface in the middle of the night?! What on earth could she be up to up there?

Either way, whatever she was doing, there was no way Finn would let her continue with it. Obs, at the very least, always had an eye out for the rest of the family, or perhaps that was just for her, Eva. Eva, the only sibling younger than Obs, had a somewhat strained relationship with her older brother. They had a tendency to clash, as younger siblings did, she supposed. He wasn’t THAT much older than her anyway, why did he get to go up to the surface in the middle of the night? Why did Finn take him up, and only tell her to go to bed, after waking her up too!”

She scowled up at where Finn and Obs must have been. No! She would not follow their rules! If Obs got to go, SHE got to go. It was only fair, after all. Of course, Finn wouldn’t see it that way, but, then again, Finn always saw her as a child. She could take care of herself! She could swim just as well as Obs, as a matter of fact, she was a MUCH better swimmer than he, the red tailed oddball! The mild anger of being woken up turning quickly into a righteous rage, she kicked off, zooming upwards, after them, before pausing, several meters above the castle.

Finn, the wrathful eldest brother, would never tolerate seeing her all the way up there, disobeying a direct order from him. She would have to be more sneaky than that. Keeping close against the rocks, she swam up, along a huge, rocky ridge, strewn with dozens of tiny caves and labyrinthine tunnels. The current was vicious and unpredictable, but the determined little mermaid was more than skilled enough to be able to resist the current, and moved swiftly through the water in a straight line, not swayed in the slightest by the raging storm, though still a long way below it.

Squinting up, she made out a tiny dark smudge up on the surface. Realization hitting her, she gasped. There was a human ship up there, struggling to make it out of the vicious, storm. It was futile, she could tell, the average captain would never be able to survive this weather. But, she had realized, this made Gwen’s choice to come all the way up here all the more dangerous, what with humans about.



The Titan bobbed, the massive ship dwarfed by the size of the waves that raged around it. Scrambling up from a lower deck, First Mate Jonathan Hearty raced towards Captain Jackson. The moment he stepped aboard the deck, the light man was blown several paces backwards. Struggling for a moment to regain his footing on the slippery deck, buffeted by the ferocious winds.

One of the first men to join Captain Jackson’s crew, he’d served along side him aboard the Titan for many years, and could remember all of their many daring and vicious raids on great treasureships, the many battles with powerful man-of-wars. He’d been at the Captain’s side celebrating their numerous victories. Then, one fateful day, they’d come across virtually the entirety of the Royal Navy. The defeat had been come without so much as a fight. Now they were trawling the ocean on behalf of the king, searching for some magical treasure.

Jon was quite sure that there would be no magical treasure to be found, and, furthermore, he had no clue why the Captain was so set on finding it. There were plenty of other little ports they could get shelter and provisions in, rival kingdoms and the like. He wondered whether the Captain did want to find the treasure, if he believed in magical tridents and the sort.

A great blast of thunder shook Jon out of his stupor. Wiping his hair out from his face, he raced over to the Captain. “Sir!” He shouted over the pounding rain, climbing up to the wheel, where the pilot and Captain Jackson struggled to right the ship’s course. He leapt to join them and, three strong men fighting with all their might, they were able to right the ship’s course.

“Sir!” Jon shouted again, and, despite being a little more than a foot away from the captain, the crashing sounds of waves slamming against the side of the ship still very nearly overpowered the grown man’s vocal chords. “We…” he took a deep breath. Few were really able to counter the Captain’s claims, but Jon and he were relatively close, he’d served for a great many years after all. All the same, Jon still felt a little nervous. “Sir I suggest we turn back!” he said very quickly. “We do not need to go all the way back to Cylos, but…” he paused, wondering how best to say what was on his mind. “Do you know what direction we’re supposed to be headed!” He pressed on, rain splattering his face, the three of them still holding the wheel tightly. “We don’t know where we’re going!”
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« Reply #9 on: Jan 19th, 2016, 6:19pm »

What a ghastly night to be at sea. These were the nights that old salts spoke of in tales where entire ships were swallowed by the sea, and their crew right along with them. There had been no real warning of a storm brewing when they had left port just a few short days ago, but Lorcan had felt unsettled nonetheless. Of course, he wasn't the captain, nor was he first mate. He wasn't a navigator, nor was he anyone of real significance, really - just another sailor.

The man was oddly pale for being a pirate, but he had piercing emerald eyes and shoulder-length black hair that was usually kept pulled back into a nice queue. At the moment, it was a crazy, messy, soaking wet heap that was blowing around like mad in the wind. Lorcan was a quiet man who kept mostly to himself, but he was a good pirate and a good man. While he wasn't high up in the ranks, he didn't seem to care. So long as he was out at sea, that seemed to be good enough for him. The rest of the crew respected him well enough (as well as a pirate could, he supposed), and he certainly had the respect of his captain.

As the ship rolled hard to the left, Lorcan seemed to slide with otherwordly grace towards the railing of the ship just in time to grab hold of another younger man by the scruff of his neck before he went toppling overboard. "Whoa! Watch yer step there, lad!" Lorcan called over the howling wind and roaring ocean. "The deck's a bit slick there. Batten down these ropes then head on below before you end up making an early visit to Davy Jones!" The ship suddenly went plummeting head-first down over a huge swell, and it was enough to send those not holding onto something flying across the decks. Lorcan was lucky enough to grab onto some rigging, and once again he grabbed the young pirate by the arm and kept him from being tossed overboard. Grunting as he righted himself, he twisted away from the rigging and worked his way against the wind and the rain. Was it raining sideways? It was next to impossible to tell.

Cursing under his breath, he gave up trying to tie down the loose rope and started working his way across the deck towards the captain. Jon was all ready shouting at him, but it seemed he didn't quite have the courage to say what needed to be said. Lorcan decided now was not the time to hold one's tongue and cut right into their conversation. "Blimey, Captain, this is madness and you know it! We all ought to to below decks, prayin' to the gods that we don't sink! The longer we stay up here on deck, the more dangerous it is to--"

Lorcan's words were cut off by a loud CRACK! Swearing under his breath, he turned around and prayed it wasn't the mast. No, it wasn't... at least not fully. Ropes and sails were flapping around like mad in the wind, and one of the yardarms had come free and was swinging around dangerously. Everyone sprang into action, but as luck would have it, a gigantic wave took the opportune moment to crash hard into the side of the Sparrow. It very nearly capsized, and it sent everyone slipping and sliding across the decks. Lorcan himself lost his balance and went crashing into the other side of the deck. As he struggled to his feet, he caught sight of something pale splashing around in the water next to the ship. The pounding rain and the roaring waves made it next to impossible to make out who it was, but there was no mistaking that someone was down there.

"Oh no! MAN OVERBOARD!" Lorcan shouted as he jumped up, looking around for some rope to throw to whoever was bobbing around in the ocean.
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« Reply #10 on: Jan 22nd, 2016, 01:53am »

The mighty roar of the wind and the furious assault of the seas continued to wreak havoc upon the Titan as men everywhere began to lose their sea legs, crashing and sliding every which way. Three men were needed to right the ship’s wheel against the might of Poseidon. If the Titan survived this storm, it would have truly lived up to its name. Captain Jackson lived for this and had been preparing for these conditions ever since he had first sailed. This was a chance to become a legend, a chance to do what his father could not, a chance to defy the gods themselves.

The fiercely focused young captain grew increasingly frustrated by the second guessing of his crew. As soon as the ship had been momentarily steadied and its course temporarily righted, Jackson turned to Jonathan Hearty. His eyes lit up with fire as his face bore a savage expression. “Look around you, do you truly think we can turn back now?! Don’t be a fool, boy!” The captain hollered above the crack of lightning lighting up the nighttime sky. “We have no choice! Forward or a salty death for us all!” With that, another behemoth wave slammed against the ship sending men crashing all around. The captain grabbed young Jonathan in one hand and clutched the wooden base of the wheel with the other, using the base for leverage as he leaned to compensate for balance and keep Jonathan and him on their feet.

No sooner had the latest barrage relieved than did yet another protest fall upon his ears. “The next man to question my orders, I swear to all the gods, I will personally toss--” Yet another wave sent the captain crashing onto the floor, but he recovered with a nice tuck and roll. Before he could properly finish his sentence however, the cry was heard. “Man overboard!”

“Son of a salty dog!!!” The captain yelled angrily. Without bothering to check on Jonathan’s well-being, he barked his orders. “Hearty! Help our pilot with the wheel! If I come back to find us off course, you’ll wish the storm had taken you instead of the poor lad, ya hear?!” Jackson did not wait for a response, but instead raced toward where the gawking eyes of the crew stared. Muttering a curse beneath his breath, the captain yelled out in confidence that could only come from a superior sea legend. “Stop yer lollygaggin, quit yer gawkin and man yer stations, you bloody cowards!” The captain yelled as he seized the stray yardarm in his hands and leapt from the ship. The momentum from the fall combined with the force of the wind sent the captain off target as he plunged into the water considerably farther from the overboard pirate than to his liking. From the distance and fog, it was still too difficult to make out just who had been the unfortunate man to have taken the dive.

Captain Jackson kicked and swam with all of the might that he could muster while continuously being slammed with brutal force against the side of the ship. After the second hit, Connor was sure that he had broken several ribs, but he pressed on refusing to let the waves jar the yardarm from his hand. Finally, after what felt like a torturous eternity, the captain had reached the poor lad and discovered that his old friend and first mate Armond had been the victim. “You clumsy fool!” Connor yelled out as he wrapped his arm around the young man’s waist. “Hold fast to me!” He commanded.

With that, Captain Jackson began his daring climb. His wet boots found the wooden sides of the ship as he began his attempt to walk up the vessel. The waves slammed against him, but the captain did not yield. With grit, determination, and plenty of grip, he made it halfway up. The next half was sure to be hell on the tired arms of the captain. “Heave men! Heave!!!!” He commanded above the noise of the storm, needing the assistance of his crew.
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« Reply #11 on: Jan 23rd, 2016, 9:59pm »

The creaking of the ship disturbed Meltem as she rose up to her feet as swiftly as she could, clasping her food as close as she could without spilling the oil all over. Oddly enough, the moment she stood up a sound had sprung up from underneath, along with the candle dimming. “W-What?” Looking at the candle, her eyes widened in fear as the worst scenario seemed to become a reality. What little light shone through the darkness showcased the salty ocean water welling up, indicating that the ship had a hull breach somewhere. Where it was, Meltem did not know, since she never knew everything about a ship. All she desired had been something that took her far away from where she had been running away from as far as possible.

Taking the candle, trying to manage to carry both her food and the only source of light she had, Meltem started to move through the bay, seeking safe ground. It didn’t seem as if the ship had been too terribly hurt, considering the water had only gone up little bit little instead of pouring in. But, she couldn’t be too careful, for if the ship were to take too much, that would be the end of everyone on this ship.

“Oh god, why did I pick the ship that decided to go into a storm?” she muttered under herself, her bare feet slipping against the boards as she tried to climb over some crates. Her feet caught on the edge of a crate, causing the oil and bread to go tumbling out of her hands. A yelp escaped her, the candle wobbling in her hand before resting back in its original state. “Damn it, where did it go?” Looking all around, Meltem had a look of misery cross her face as she saw the bread and oil become engulfed by sea water. “T-That was my last piece of food…” Hanging her head down, she felt as if a terrible sickness welled over her; plans had not gone her way ever since she decided to run away. It was setback after setback for Meltem, and she grew infuriated by this.

But, all was not lost. Perhaps there were still some food hidden within these crates. There were so many that the chances of none of them being food were slim. Holding the candle up, she looked back down at the water, only seeing roughly a few centimeters covering the floor’s surface. Biting her lip, she started to scrounge about, looking at each crate carefully before examining the next, trying to find something that she could use.

As she had been searching, although it had been very faint, a thud had been heard along with the heavy rain that pounded the decks above. Meltem jumped at the first thud, and found the candle tumbling out of her hand. “No, no, no!” she cried out, trying to grab the candle before ultimately it became snuffed from the water. Now, an inky blackness took over the area. With no light nor sense of direction from the constant movements, Meltem tried walking about to see where she was. This, of course, resulted in several moments of the young dancer falling onto her rear, and face, as the ship seemed to have a will of its own to make her so miserable.

“This is why I never associate with pirates!”
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« Reply #12 on: Feb 1st, 2016, 4:45pm »

Continuing to fight off against the relentless ocean, even struggling to keep his head above the water, Armond began to wonder if anyone on the ship was going to save him. Spitting out water and squinting his eyes, he tried to figure out what was happening on deck. The shouting from one of the deckhands was obvious, and a commanding yell also reached him. Armond knew that gruff voice anywhere and sure enough that exact man jumped into the water to come to his rescue. Sadly, they weren’t in the clear yet. A thick fog rolled in making it harder for him to see the crew or even Connor swimming toward him. Even though it was a critical situation, Armond’s main focus was not on making it back on board. Even if the ship hadn’t knocked him overboard, the determined man would have surely dived in at the mere chance it could be what he searched for. He was positive that the figure he witnessed floating near the boat was a mermaid, it just had to be. Determined to prove it, he once again returned to looking underwater, spinning around to make sure he covered each area, but there was no sign of anything, not even the seafloor. “No… no, please come back! I know what I saw… you have to be real, you just have to be!” He shouted into the water before yet another wave crashed into his face. The difficulty of staying near the ship was escalating as did the thickness of the fog, and even that immense wave did not shake Armond’s resolve. “I made a promise….”

Long before his journey for the 'impossible' creature, Armond’s father had returned home from sea claiming that he was saved by a mermaid, but Armond was not the only person his father told the story to. Sufficed to say others were not quite as understanding as his son was. Many considered him crazy, a lunatic chasing an old wives’ tale, while others considered it to be true to an extent, that these mermaids were the ones who killed off the other crew and they spared him to tell the tale. This spawned more stories of sailors snatched from boats or lured out to sea, to their deaths. Disgusted with these stories, Armond's father asked his son to remember the true story and to always remember what these creatures are... kind and innocent. Armond promised to honor his father’s wish and do right by him, so that his name wouldn’t be remembered as the insane man who believed in myths and spun tales of his own.

For years Armond had searched near and far for any trace of a mermaid, and here was a chance for him to finally make good on his promise. As he prepared to dive down further, his thoughts traveled again, wondering what she would look like, how she would act around him, and mostly understand what his father truly discovered all those years ago; he was not about to let the course of nature get in the way of that. Before he could attempt to follow his dream, a strong arm had slipped around his waist and yanked him back. He turned his head to see Connor holding him and swimming back toward the boat. “C-Captain?! You did come for me!” Caught up in the moment and shock of it, he failed to notice that they were swimming away from the spot where he saw the mermaid. “W-Wait captain, I can’t go yet!” He tried wiggling out of Connor’s embrace but to no avail. Once they reached the hull, they climbed up the side, Armond’s arms fighting to break free while his eyes were glued to the waves below. “Please you have to let me go! She’s down there, I know it! This is my life, everything I’ve been working for! Let me go, Connor! I need to bring honor back to my family!” Armond continued to shout, searching for another sign that there was indeed a mermaid near the ship, but as they ascended, the fog intensified over the water until the waves could barely be seen. “No! NO! I have to go back! You have to let me go, captain! Please!” Sadly, deep in his heart he knew that his chance was gone. No matter how hard he tried, there was no escaping the fact that he let the opportunity slip from his hands. It could have been a trick, that he saw something and wanted to believe it was a creature of myth, but Armond knew what he saw which made the entire endeavor of searching the water even more disappointing.

As they reached the deck, Armond stopped resisting and let himself be carried away from his destiny. He could try to jump in again once Connor finally let go, but the fact that he failed to find the mermaid probably meant she didn’t want to be found by him. He more than likely scared her off when he landed in the water and she had more than likely fled far out of the ship’s path after that point. It was sad to admit, but Armond truly did lose his chance. As upsetting as the truth was however, this did not weaken his determination whatsoever, if anything this occurrence fueled it. He finally knew for a fact that his father was right all along. Armond knew what he saw among the treacherous waves. He knew with all his heart, that what he saw from high up on Titan’s deck was a mermaid.
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« Reply #13 on: Feb 16th, 2016, 8:44pm »

As soon as her head broke the surface of the water, Guinevere and the fallen sailor made eye contact. She felt something that she could only describe as time stopping. His eyes were blue, blue as the ocean would be, if the storm hadn't tinted it gray and angered it. They were unlike any human’s eyes she’d ever seen. Sure, they weren't odd-looking, but they seemed welcoming. Kind. She scanned his expression. Fear, and then, a quick transition to disbelief. Holding back a yelp, she ducked below the surface of the waves again, swimming down, down, down, until she was out of sight.

Guinevere cursed herself as soon as she was certain she wasn't seen anymore. Why? Why did she have to go to that man? She would have been perfectly fine, just staying below the surface of the water. Finn would lecture her for hours on end if she was ever discovered.

Running her hands through her hair, a thought resonated in her head. Is a mild scolding from Finn that bad? Is it really not worth the life of a human man? She sighed. She wasn't certain anymore. Before, the words of her various teachers and family members had told her not to interfere, but now, she could not sit with that mentality. So she swam back up, closer to where she'd be seen. She hesitated for a moment, thinking the situation through, and broke the surface of the water yet again.

This time, she witnessed the man being pulled up by another human, from a rope. He cried out multiple times, but she couldn't hear him over the waves. She could only see the look of searching in his eyes. He was looking for her. She sighed again, lowering herself below the surface and hiding beneath the waves. He was alive. He would be fine. He'd probably chalk it up to shock and they'd probably never see each other again. She would become nothing but a vision, something he would reason to shock. What he would be to her was a memory. It would be something only she’d remember fully.

Maybe he was better off that way.

Guinevere floated there for a minute, watching him ascend back up to his ship, resolving herself to going home. She was hoping that no one had noticed her absence. She made a turn, preparing to head back to her safe, mermaid life, but when she turned around, she saw Finn there. She sighed and looked up, hoping that the man was safe up there.
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« Reply #14 on: Feb 23rd, 2016, 8:40pm »

It had taken a lot longer to swim up towards the surface than the eldest prince had anticipated. The storm above must have truly been tremendous, for it was even stirring up strong currents several leagues down. The spinning currents and strong downward force being churned over and over made it very difficult to swim straight up, so Finnaginn and his younger brother had to make do with taking a longer, more curved path in the direction that Obs had said to have seen his older sister swimming off in.

They had just drawn as close to the surface as Finn preferred to be - still several hundred feet down - when a huge crack of lightning illuminated everything: a ghastly looking, massive, hideous creation the humans called "ships" was being lifted up on the top of a huge wave. There was something splashing about in the water, breaking the surface. He saw two gangly looking things struggling and kicking. Those had to be the legs of one of the humans stupid enough to be out in the storm. Just as Finn was beginning to think how wonderful it was that the world would be without another human as the sea would claim him for its own, he saw the other thing splashing about as it was headed towards the surface.

A tail.

And not just any tail. A purple tail.

"No. She couldn't possibly be that stupid," Finn whispered to himself, watching in horror as his sister swam up to the surface. Her upper body broke the surface briefly, only a few feet away from the stupid human who was thrashing around in the waves. Finn continued to watch as the scene played out in front of him. She remained above the surface for less than thirty seconds, but the damage was all ready done. While it was possible that it was too dark, too windy, and too stormy to have seen her, there was no way that the human would have missed her. From the frantic way his oldest sister suddenly dove straight down into the water, he could have bet the entire palace treasury that she had been spotted.

Normally, any stupid antic that his siblings did was enough to cause Finn to flip out. He had a temper that rivaled his father's, that was for sure, and it came out often. Finn was known throughout the kingdom for being a bit of a hothead (but nobody would dare to ever say that to his face).

As Guinevere slowly turned around, she would surely notice both of her brothers floating there, staring at her. Obs didn't quite seem to know where to look, as his eyes kept flickering back and forth from brother to sister. The look on his face was one of complete and utter shock. The look on Finn's face, however, was one that Gwen had never before seen. If looks could kill, dear Guinevere would have promptly been turned into sushi. There was a burning, seething, raging anger there that had never been there before. Mixed in with all of the anger, though, was something that might have been just a little bit worse: disappointment.

Before Guinevere had a chance to even say a word, Finn simply raised a single hand straight up and pointed off in the direction of home.

"You." His voice was eerily quiet. It would have been normal for him to start screaming his head off, but this was a whole new level of anger, and it was scary. "Home. Now."

Obs finally took a moment to speak up, deciding that he couldn't resist the temptation to rub it in his sister's face that she was in a whole new world of trouble. "Oooooh, someone's in some serious--"

"Shut it, Obs," Finn hissed without taking his eyes off of his sister.

Obs gulped, finally seeming to realize that perhaps now was not the best time for this. Deciding he didn't actually want to stick around much longer and that it would be much more awkward for his sister if it was just her and Finn swimming back, he slowly spun around. "... Well. This has been fun, but I think I'm just gonna head on home. Bu-bye," he said, mock-saluting Gwen before he started the long swim home.

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What a crazy turn of events! Someone had been knocked overboard and now the captain had just dove straight down into the water after him. It didn't matter who it was - What mattered was that they were down in the ocean, being buffeted around by twenty-foot waves. If they didn't drown outright, there was a very high chance that a wave would scoop them up and throw them straight into the ship. An impact like that could easily break every bone in a human body, not to mention knock them unconscious or break their necks..

Lorcan ran to the side of the deck to try and spot either one of them. "Captain Jackson! CAPTAIN JACKSON!!" Cursing as he wiped his soaking wet bangs out of his face, he turned to some of the other crew. "Does anybody see them?! Somebody grab a rope! Come on, men, heave to!"

A wave exploded against the side of the ship, but when it cleared, there was the Captain climbing up the side of the ship, one hand holding fast to the rope and the other firmly secured around the wriggling form of... Armond?! How had Armond fallen overboard?! He was shouting something, but it was impossible to hear over the roar of the storm.

"Get them up here! FASTER THAN THAT, COME ON, PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT!" Lorcan shouted, grabbing the end of the rope as he put every last bit of effort he had into making sure both men made it back to the ship alive.

Thanks to a long, long life at sea, Lorcan knew that both men were going to be drenched to the bone. The ocean water was frigid this time of year, too, and the rain certainly wasn't helping. Being exposed to the wind and the cold like they were, there was a very good chance they could get hypothermia. Without saying a word, Lorcan turned and ran towards the door that led below. He had to fight the wind to get it to open, and it slammed very loudly shut behind him. Cursing under his breath at how dark it was below decks, he worked his way down the first flight of stairs until he found himself in the hold. A loud splash informed him that water was seeping in from somewhere. It wasn't enough to cause serious concern, but was definitely enough to be annoying.

"And this is why we don't store valuables on the ground," he muttered to himself, reaching up for the tinder box he had left inside of a small wooden box on the top shelf. That way, it was sure to 1) not get wet and 2) actually be near the oil lantern that hung right by the doorway. It was the little things in life that kept Lorcan happy, and having things organized in a way that just made sense was one of them. Perhaps a pirate ship was not the best place to expect such organization, but he tried. It took him a few tries, but he soon managed to light the oil lamp and brought some much needed light to the hold.

"Blankets. Blankets. Where did I leave the..."

Lorcan's voice trailed off as he suddenly spotted a person crouched awkwardly besides a few open crates. Great, they had a stowaway who was-- Wait. Wait a minute. It wasn't just a stowaway. It was a girl.

Groaning, Lorcan rubbed his temples. "Great. A stowaway. And a female, too. This is not what I need right now... Grah. Listen, you, just... just stay here. It's not safe up on deck right now." Glaring down at her, he stormed past where she was sitting and pried the lid off of one of the crates she hadn't broken open yet. Inside were some thankfully not-soaking-wet blankets and other fabrics. Lorcan didn't care if they were for trading right now. The Captain and Armond needed them more than they needed the extra gold. He snatched up an armful and headed back for the doorway, but he stopped before exiting. Curse him for what he was about to say.

"I mean it. Just stay where you're at. You might think you can run off and hide elsewhere, but if you do, you're likely to run into someone who may not take as kindly to the idea of a female stowaway. If you just stay here, I'll come back down as soon as I can and we can try to figure out just what to do with you."

Muttering curses under his breath, he booked it out of the hold and back up to the upper floor. He left the blankets on a bench, figuring it would do no good at all to take them back out into the storm. He struggled to get the door open. "'Oi! Bring the Captain and Armond in here! They need to get out of this storm!"
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