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Private Let Me Be Your Anchor, Your Pull Onto The Shore

Discussion in 'Myrtle Beach and the Shimmering Sea' started by Rikki Chadwick, Jul 6, 2018.

  1. Rikki Chadwick

    Rikki Chadwick H2O: Just Add Water

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    @John Silver | July 15th | close to Pandora Town
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    The wind was raging across the waves, sending lightning into the water and rain onto the planks of any ship that dared to be out still - or that was unfortunate to not have gotten the chance to return into the harbour before the storm hit. No lucky soul was still out there. But, perhaps, the sole ship's sailor wasn't exactly lucky.

    Some feet beneath the surface, the sea was serene, as if Rikki was caught in the eye of the storm, while everything around her fell apart. Or, above her, in this case. The storm didn't affect her there, swimming across the floor of the sea, and the only way she knew at all that there was a storm happening, was a random glance she'd thrown upwards a few minutes ago, seen the waves dancing wildly, and the sky dark with clouds.

    It wasn't as if she could entirely forget the fact that she wasn't home anymore. Diving for artifacts, to create some feeling of familiarity, wasn't making her forget the weirdness of this place. Vampires, aliens, demigods, goddamn spaceships - everything existed here, and somehow didn't just result in the biggest chaos. Rikki didn't have any idea how that was supposed to work, but apparently it did.
    But, when she was diving over the reef - that was the same. It didn't feel entirely out of place and time, like so many other things here did. She could pretend she was diving through the Mariana Trench or the Eastern Sea or somewhere else; even the fish she'd never seen back home didn't feel weird to look at. There were so many things that she hadn't seen on the ground of the ocean yet, and pretending that this was one of them, was easy. Too easy.

    Another glance towards the surface, just in case the storm had moved on.

    Rikki frowned. A shape was darkening the waves, jumping from one wave to the next, but not in the most gracious way.
    Why would someone still be out here in that storm?
    Slowly, she pushed herself off of the ground where she'd been searching for things in the sand, and ascended towards the dangerously dancing ship. Not, because she had a worry for the passengers, sitting in the pit of her stomach, but because this somehow attracted her interest. A single ship, out alone on sea, all the while the weather was that awful.
    Who is stupid enough to sail out during a lightning storm, really?
    The mermaid knew the sea by now. She knew when to stay at shore, and when it was safe to dive. Rikki was certainly better suited for diving during dangerous weathers, but that didn't mean she was invincible. And most definitely not stupid either.
     
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    John Silver Black Sails
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    The sea was roaring like a beast unleashed - waves grasping at the hull, trying to pull it under. Tossing the boat from side to side while its lone sailor slithered across the wet deck, from rope to rope. Tugging, adjusting, pulling the sails in.

    John saved himself the curses he wanted to shout to the skies, because he needed the breath.
    His leg was aching, and he was trying his best not to slip and fall overboard.

    The boat was creaking but it was holding strong, and all he could do was hope that she'd make it.
    He's never been an owner of a boat before, but now finally he could understand the look in Flint's eyes whenever the Walrus was wrecked. It was made all the worse for the fact that John had build this boat himself. Partly, anyway. And he loved her dearly.

    It had been his fault, his stupid mistake to assume the storm would move along, around the shores, that he'd have enough time to outrun it.
    But he's never been a captain, and sailing had never quite come easy to him. His knowledge had its holes and stumbles, and all the times he's experienced a storm at sea, it had been as a sailor, a cook, a quartermaster, following commands thrown his way - and, he's never been alone before.

    It was crazy, how much difference a crew made.
    He had a small boat now, and still the absence of any support was noticeable immensely.
    If only he'd have a few helping hands, if only he'd have a few men to rely on.

    With another harsh tug the remaining sail was pulled in and fixed.
    John clung to the mast for just a moment longer, trying to secure his stance before returning to the helm and gripping it tight.
    It was slippery from the water, his knuckles drawing white against it, and the ache in his muscles made the task all the harder.
    John was soaked to the bone, water dripping from his curls which weren't quite long enough yet to be tied back but were certainly getting there. It was hard to see much of anything, and frankly he didn't even know which course he was sailing on any longer.

    His calm demeanor was slowly slipping, panic climbing its way out of its shell, and he wished Flint would be here, to seize control of the situation with his usual determination and commanding tone.
    But Flint wasn't here, and if John didn't want to drown, he needed to find his way out of this storm and onto calmer waters once more.
    For that, however, he would need to know which direction the storm was moving into, and sail against it. And, frankly, he had no clue how to do that.

    The next wave that fell send him sliding across deck, fingers grasping for the railing before he could fall - into the water or onto the wet wood, either way. His hair clung to his skin, making it hard to see beneath the already near-black skies, and John quickly brushed them back with a hand.
    That was when he caught sight of something in the water.
    It could have been a rock, or just a peculiar gleam of water, but he hesitated for just long enough to realize that it was ... tail ?

    It wouldn't be his first time encountering a mermaid - and now was certainly not the right moment to wonder about it, but when the creature emerged from the water, though only briefly in the raging waves, John felt his breath halt in his throat.
    "Rikki?"

    It was only half a shout against the forces of nature, perhaps not enough for her to hear at all - but he couldn't muster much else at the moment.
    In the water and the darkness and the winds he couldn't realize what it was that looked subtly different about her.
    His grip on the railing weakened, memories seeming to grasp at his wrists instead, and once more he felt like he was being thrown back into a grave he thought to have sealed.

    Another wave crashed into the side of the boat and John's leg gave out under him.
    He fell, hitting his shoulder against the anchor windlass painfully.

    He had to bring the boat ahull, lean it beam on to the wind, now that she was finally under bare poles.
    That was how one rode out a storm, he believed to remember.
    For that he'd first need to lash the helm, pointing the vessel leewards; that was what he'd been trying to do before the next wave had crashed and send him against the railing, but his fingers were slipping off the wood, and every tug the wind enforced was so exhausting to counter. It ached, in his leg especially.
    And John wasn't certain for how much longer he'd be able to keep this up at such a pace.

     
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    Rikki Chadwick H2O: Just Add Water

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    She hadn't meant to come so near, but the waves made the ship dance like a puppet, strings in hand and their grip so tight it nearly broke the wooden cross to which the strings were attached, and they made it dance into her direction. For a moment only, she emerged from the water, immediately moving her fin against the motion, but she heard the sailor's yell, before the waves swallowed every sound again.

    Rikki.
    Her name.
    How in the world would a random sailor in this hard-to-understand dimension know her very name?!
    No, that was ridiculous. It had probably been something entirely different, twisted by the overall soundscape, the waves, the storm.

    Whatever it was though, that he had yelled, it had sounded a bit hopeful. Maybe that too was just imagination, but it tore at her regardless. Secret keeping aside, there were good chances this man would drown if nobody helped him navigate through the storm, back to the coast, into the harbour. And maybe Rikki wasn't the most social butterfly to swim under the sun, but she didn't want that blood on her hands, she didn't want to toss and turn at night, wondering whether or not he'd made it back home safely in the end. She was not cruel, just not a people pleaser.

    Pushing the confused frown out of her face, the mermaid came back up to the surface - only faster this time, her tail making heavy motions through the waves and a trail of white bubbles indicating how she picked up speed.
    Rikki broke through the surface, the cold wind catching her, but being unable to manipulate her course - she was too fast for that.
    The wooden planks gave a loud tumbling sound, when her body crashed onto the ship, rolling a few more feet, before her back hit the railing, momentarily knocking the air out of her lungs.

    "Ugh, fucking--" The idea to propel herself onto the ship, to then grab a rope and jump back into the sea, hadn't included crashing hard against wood, but she should've thought of that before starting a rescue mission, probably.

    Rikki's eyes scanned her surroundings, landing on the sailor himself, and how he was desperately holding onto however that part of the ship was called, face pulled into a deep, exhausted frown and fingers white from the tension of holding onto the slippery wood. Better, she hurried to drag him out of here. For her, on the ground of the ocean, it wouldn't be hard to find back to shore, but up here, she could perfectly understand why he had problems getting any sense of direction.

    "Can you throw me a rope?" she yelled over the storm while stemming her hands onto the planks. "I'll drag you back to the coast!" God, she hoped he wouldn't faint after seeing a mermaid for the first time. Dragging herself across the wooden floor to get that rope herself, and then back to the railing, would exhaust her more than it would do any good.
     
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