Cap'n Ellisa Jones and Annelise~ The Wrath of the Siren
"Cap'n?"
"Ay?"
"We're about to hit a giant rock."
Ellisa's eyes widened. Sure enough, Annelise wasn't lying. Her long poker-straight raven hair was blowing in the wind, slapping around her face and sticking to her pale skin. Her parrot cawed. Annelise calmly gave it a crushed and stale piece of bread.
Ellisa jerked the steering wheel, and quickly looked down onto the deck. "Do something." She told Annelise, her voice slightly shaking.
"Hey!" Annelise called out, cupping a hand around her mouth. "Do somethin' drunk boy!" She yelled at Leon.
"Not exactly what I thought ... but--" Ellisa jerked the wheel again. A siren let out a loud cry. "Dammit!" She screamed, grabbing her gun from its holster and shooting the monster square in the head.
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Sorry its short and un-detailed. Its the morning and I'm trying to bring this back ...
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
He broke out of his daze when the shipped jerked. He looked and saw a siren coming at him and he briskly whacked on the head with the broad side of his sword. The siren, temporarily dazed did not notice when Leon beheaded it, returning it once more into water.
"Do somethin' drunk boy!" He heard a cry coming from the wheeland saw Captain Ellisa trying to beat down on a Siren with her pistol while maintaining a hand on the wheel. Soon enough, after a lood crack, the siren returned into the water substance from which it came.
"What do you want me to do?" He yelled back frustrated. What the hell were they talking about. Annelise shrugged and the parrat came flying over to him and croaked loudly in Leon's ear.
"Rroooawwwk."
Leon turned his head an saw the giant grey rock looming closer. "Dammit." He breathed. He broke out into a run towards the center of the boat where the chaos went on undisturbed. He grabbed an roped and kept running. Soon enough he had hefted him self on it and swung onto the net connected to the largest mast, that was folded away nicely. The repairs weren't full done, but they would have to do.
Climbing farther and grabbed a rope, he releases one half of the mast to full expansion and already the boat shifted to the west with the power of the wind.
Leon struggled to get to the other side and pull the rope that would release the other half, and soon enough he completed it. Providing a bowline knot to hold the rope, he felt backwards and sat on the narrow piece of wood.
Sure enough the boat swurved out of the way, but unfortunately, a corner of the rock snagged the tail-side of stern. The rudder. Leon thought immediately. The rudder could have been knocked off. He did not know yet.
"The rudder!" He called, shouting to the captain furiously. Fridau's eyes seemed to widen and he looked over at Ellisa with surprise. Ellisa catching Friday's worrisome look, she already knew something excrutiatingly bad had presided.
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
After scaling down the ladder attatched to the mast, Leon ran towards Mr. Collins as he went towards the stern of the boat, readying himself to inspect it. He was pale as a ghost looked incredibly frail. Mr. Collins just stared off to blue chruning water. Their wake behind them trailed behind in a white froth. They were moving too quickly for a proper examination.
"Sir, I believe we may have damaged the rudder when we tapped the rock." Leon said joining Mr. Collins at the rail.
"Aye." His voice was weary and tired.
"We are moving at great speeds."
"Aye." Mr. Collins hard gaze never moved off the blue water. It was incredibly eerie to see the weathered man standing there with the appearance of being defeated, shoulders hunched, his thoughts lost at sea.
The last person who had examined the rudder just recently died, hitting his head against the solid wooded plank. The memories of that man were still clear as day, with his broad smile and strawberry blonde hair. That man had been Mr. Collin's brother.
"I will help you sir, with anything you may need." Leon said weakly and grasping Mr. Collins shoulder sharply, reasuringly. Leon had every intent here to be here at this time.
"No need, son. D'ere is no need." Mr. Collins voice came out strong surprisingly. "Can ye hand me that bit of loose rope there?" He repferred to the whole real looped around the cabin beside the extra steering wheel. Leon grabbed it and handed it over, feeling queasy. His heart leapt as Mr. Collins tied the loose end of the rope around his body and handed Leon the other end. The whole length of the rope was about a couple hundred yards.
"What am I suppposed to do with this?"
"Just don' let go." Mr. Collins stated and sure enough he returned his gaze to the sea. "See ye soon, chap. Be good for me eh?"
"Sure thing." Leon felt a small smile curl onto his lips but it soon unfurled as soon as he saw Mr. Collins crawl over the railing and lift up his arms into the air to make the form of a dive. Leon stirred into action tied the rope against the post on the railing and took grabbed a bit of it because he did not know when he would have to pull Mr. Collins back up.
And Mr. Collins dived into the great blue sea just like that, without much thought. The wail of siren's echoed around Leon making him fall to his knees covering his ears.
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
"Thank ya, Cap'n!" Ellisa bowed to Carl. After her quick bow, she swung up using a thick rope, hanging down, and started to call out commands. "Annelise: Don't worry about the deck! Get helping Leon! Carl, cover your ears and ensure that no more sirens hop on board. And i will ensure that Mr. Collins does not get killed!"
Ellisa hopped down from her perch and hurried over to the rail, where she leaned over. The cold, salty water misted her face, flowing her blonde curtains back into a mass of tangles. She stared down at the burly Mr. Collins, who had just dove under again. She heard a cry -- and a terrible one at that. She spun around, taking her gun from its holster. She stop the siren point blank in the head. She blew the smoke that came steaming from it.
"Land ahoy!" someone called out.
"Ah-ha! Ellisa prevails! The best damn cap'n in all the lands, if I do say so meself!"
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Sorry its short.
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
Leon watched as Annelise ran over, still carrying her mop and grabbed hold of the rope that he had unfortunately let go of. And as soon as that was established, the shreiking was silence, and he eloquently staggered to his feet looking balefully around himself seraching for what had happened. Captain Ellisa was standing there looking triumphant, her pistol smoking.
Leon did not dwell on the matter, he grabbed the rope and waited for the reasuring tug from Collins meaning for him to tug him up. But none had come yet. He felt the sudden longing to pull up the man anyways. He could not bear if anything would happen to Collins especially for something that he had parcially caused.
Then to his minor surprise he heard a familiar call echo across the ship. "Land ahoy!" Leon nearly let go of the rope and he turned quickly to look at Ellisa who looked like a child in a candy shop.
"Ah-ha! Ellisa prevails! The best damn cap'n in all the lands, if I do say so meself!"
"Not just yet." Leon felt himself growl at her. "We still have to get past the reefs, and at this speed we will certainly sink this ship ourselves."
She somewhat seemed to pout at that moment but then regained her composure. "Right. I will get to that as soon as possible."
"Which in our terms means now." Leon looked at her, watching her carefully. If it was his captain, Carl would have already snapped on him. "Mind, I recommend you go talk to Captain Carl though. I believe I made a mess with the masts."
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though. — J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
