09-14-2017, 03:17 AM
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XXXXXX Octavian could hear the captain barking out orders to his crew somewhere to his left, but even though that was the person he felt had more knowledge of the situation that the scared men losing their wits, Octavian wasn't able to reach him — not with the entire crew still running about in either sheer panic or moving to follow through with their orders of maintaining the ship above water. Octavian stepped forward and caught one of the crew members by the arm, halting his hurried steps to wherever he was headed. "What's going on, boy? What did we hit?" Octavian questioned loudly over the noise. A string of utter gibberish fell from the younger man's lips as he shook his head frantically. Deciding in that moment that the younger male was of no use to him, Octavian gave a low growl and tossed him aside. He stalked over to the starboard, dodging around the scattering mass of people as he went. The man leaned over the railing and searched the water, looking for any clue as to what they'd hit. "These are veteran sailors. How did they not manage to avoid crashing into something that was large enough to cause a disturbance like that? Surely they'd have seen an obstruction like that jutting up from the water..." Octavian muttered lowly. The ship was rocked ever so slightly and Octavian knew then that there was something down there. He had heard the tales of travelers from distant lands peacefully traversing the seas just to have fantastical sea beast follow their vessels and capsize them. We didn't sail into anything, were Octavian's worried thoughts.
XXXXX A sudden cacophony of shrieks and wails of absolute disrepair rose up from the mouths of all aboard, but it wasn't enough to draw Octavian from his thoughts. In fact, the mercenary stayed uncharacteristically quiet even while his mouth was hanging slightly agape as he stared intently at the dark waters stretching toward the horizon with unease. He gasped in surprise all of a sudden, his one eye wide in a mix of shock and horror as he felt whatever it was from before push roughly against the lower portion of the ship again nearly sending him plummeting into the cold sea below.
XXXXX Yep, much to Octavian's disbelief, their ship was definitely being attacked by a sea monster.
XXXXX He stood there with his hands gripping the wooden railing of the ship's rail so hard that his knuckles were beginning to turn white as the gravity of the situation hit him like a sack-full of stones, forming a knot of dread deep in his stomach. The mercenary swore aloud in frustration, pushing himself off the railing and turning on his heel to bolt back toward the stairs that led down to the lower half of the ship. He needed to get to his cabin. His coin purse, his sword, the parchment detailing important information about this job he had taken — his clothes! — were down there. He was not going to be washed ashore and found in nothing but his night tunic! Octavian could barely hear some of the others above deck shouting for him to come back over the pounding of blood in his ears as adrenaline rushed though his veins, fueling his sprint to get below deck. Tuning the frantic crew out, Octavian focused on the task at hand: getting back to his cabin before the hull was actually breached and flooded by this malevolent creature of the deep and the ship capsized.
XXXXXX Octavian could hear the captain barking out orders to his crew somewhere to his left, but even though that was the person he felt had more knowledge of the situation that the scared men losing their wits, Octavian wasn't able to reach him — not with the entire crew still running about in either sheer panic or moving to follow through with their orders of maintaining the ship above water. Octavian stepped forward and caught one of the crew members by the arm, halting his hurried steps to wherever he was headed. "What's going on, boy? What did we hit?" Octavian questioned loudly over the noise. A string of utter gibberish fell from the younger man's lips as he shook his head frantically. Deciding in that moment that the younger male was of no use to him, Octavian gave a low growl and tossed him aside. He stalked over to the starboard, dodging around the scattering mass of people as he went. The man leaned over the railing and searched the water, looking for any clue as to what they'd hit. "These are veteran sailors. How did they not manage to avoid crashing into something that was large enough to cause a disturbance like that? Surely they'd have seen an obstruction like that jutting up from the water..." Octavian muttered lowly. The ship was rocked ever so slightly and Octavian knew then that there was something down there. He had heard the tales of travelers from distant lands peacefully traversing the seas just to have fantastical sea beast follow their vessels and capsize them. We didn't sail into anything, were Octavian's worried thoughts.
XXXXX A sudden cacophony of shrieks and wails of absolute disrepair rose up from the mouths of all aboard, but it wasn't enough to draw Octavian from his thoughts. In fact, the mercenary stayed uncharacteristically quiet even while his mouth was hanging slightly agape as he stared intently at the dark waters stretching toward the horizon with unease. He gasped in surprise all of a sudden, his one eye wide in a mix of shock and horror as he felt whatever it was from before push roughly against the lower portion of the ship again nearly sending him plummeting into the cold sea below.
XXXXX Yep, much to Octavian's disbelief, their ship was definitely being attacked by a sea monster.
XXXXX He stood there with his hands gripping the wooden railing of the ship's rail so hard that his knuckles were beginning to turn white as the gravity of the situation hit him like a sack-full of stones, forming a knot of dread deep in his stomach. The mercenary swore aloud in frustration, pushing himself off the railing and turning on his heel to bolt back toward the stairs that led down to the lower half of the ship. He needed to get to his cabin. His coin purse, his sword, the parchment detailing important information about this job he had taken — his clothes! — were down there. He was not going to be washed ashore and found in nothing but his night tunic! Octavian could barely hear some of the others above deck shouting for him to come back over the pounding of blood in his ears as adrenaline rushed though his veins, fueling his sprint to get below deck. Tuning the frantic crew out, Octavian focused on the task at hand: getting back to his cabin before the hull was actually breached and flooded by this malevolent creature of the deep and the ship capsized.