Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The moment her foot hit the hull of the ship, it shook, the vibrations rattling through her along with the sound of a dull thud. Her eyes narrowed as she paused to take in the scene. The shivering merchant stood next to her along with her first mate, Spook, who looked equally shaken by the sudden bump. Her own crew knew well enough to avoid crashing the ships into each other, and it hadn't felt like that was the case. But then where had the impact come from?
A small trickle of water led her eyes to a crack spreading across the wood near some crates and a locked chest. Before she could give any kind of direction to secure the treasure, another slam wracked the wooden vessel, and she could've sworn she saw teeth poke through the hull. She might have pushed aside the worry if the water hadn't started pouring from the cracks with alarming speed.
Jumping into action, she grabbed the merchant's arm, shoving him upstairs. "Get your people on your lifeboat! Now!" Shock and fear made him freeze for a moment, trying to decide whether she was being merciful or not. Perhaps it was a little of that mixed with the need to rid herself of any dead weight as she dragged Spook towards the chest. "Grab that end." Despite his thin frame, he moved with surprising speed and strength, helping her lift the heavy container towards the stairs. A pang of disappointment for the other valuables potentially lost was shoved down as she prioritized mitigating any losses.
They made it up top quickly, alarming the crew with their hurried movements. Thal didn't ease into her commands. "Prepare to disembark! Keep your eyes to the water! We're under attack!" They'd dealt with plenty of sea creatures, and the sailors hopped into action, pulling away the gangplanks and aiming harpoons at the dark water below. Their eyes were serious, all signs of amusement gone as they watched the waves for signs of an enemy.
A small trickle of water led her eyes to a crack spreading across the wood near some crates and a locked chest. Before she could give any kind of direction to secure the treasure, another slam wracked the wooden vessel, and she could've sworn she saw teeth poke through the hull. She might have pushed aside the worry if the water hadn't started pouring from the cracks with alarming speed.
Jumping into action, she grabbed the merchant's arm, shoving him upstairs. "Get your people on your lifeboat! Now!" Shock and fear made him freeze for a moment, trying to decide whether she was being merciful or not. Perhaps it was a little of that mixed with the need to rid herself of any dead weight as she dragged Spook towards the chest. "Grab that end." Despite his thin frame, he moved with surprising speed and strength, helping her lift the heavy container towards the stairs. A pang of disappointment for the other valuables potentially lost was shoved down as she prioritized mitigating any losses.
They made it up top quickly, alarming the crew with their hurried movements. Thal didn't ease into her commands. "Prepare to disembark! Keep your eyes to the water! We're under attack!" They'd dealt with plenty of sea creatures, and the sailors hopped into action, pulling away the gangplanks and aiming harpoons at the dark water below. Their eyes were serious, all signs of amusement gone as they watched the waves for signs of an enemy.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
