see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
Oh well fuck. Sailor you may not be, but you recognize the telltale sign of ghost whales as well as any of the rest of 'em, your skin going appropriately pale. The tied-off net is left behind in favor of responding to Jack's call for aid, though hopefully the rope will help create drag and slow this beauty down.
There's a very expressive grunt exchanged between you, as well as a meaningful look, and of course the psychic bullshit you're not aware of. "We'll keep 'er afloat," you promise Jack, nudging him away from the helm of the Ark and taking the wheel into your own rough hands. He's got a whole crew to boss around and get in position. You can manage the helm for a bit.
Gritting your teeth against the strain (and high-key elated by the grand power that is steering a fucking ship), you haul the wheel around to get the Ark turning so that the whales are better in Melita's sight (starboard? We're gonna say starboard. It's a better word than port).
Zeph takes over the helm and tries to turn the ark so that the cannons are facing the ghost whales
There's a very expressive grunt exchanged between you, as well as a meaningful look, and of course the psychic bullshit you're not aware of. "We'll keep 'er afloat," you promise Jack, nudging him away from the helm of the Ark and taking the wheel into your own rough hands. He's got a whole crew to boss around and get in position. You can manage the helm for a bit.
Gritting your teeth against the strain (and high-key elated by the grand power that is steering a fucking ship), you haul the wheel around to get the Ark turning so that the whales are better in Melita's sight (starboard? We're gonna say starboard. It's a better word than port).
Zeph takes over the helm and tries to turn the ark so that the cannons are facing the ghost whales
ZEPHYR
