Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140606235802/@comment-24449631-20140610174021

That evening.

Dark clouds had gathered over the abecean sea. As if the weather was trying to tell something.

Rowan looked up from the ship’s starboard side. The clouds on the open seas seemed to be even more restless then the thundering and booming clouds overhead.

It was a haunting situation, somehow.

There was no rain as of yet. The air was hot and moist, this really irritated Rowan as he swept away some sweat from his forehead.

“Rowan! Help me with these ropes!” Bjornalf shouted from the dock as he loosened the first knot that kept the ship at bay.

Rowan nodded without hesitation and jumped off the ship and ran to the other knot.

“The storm is getting worse!” he shouted as he struggled with the tight knot around the dock poles.

“Aye… And the captain wants to sail into it. What’s that man thinking!” Bjornalf obviously didn’t like going the idea of going into open seas during this storm.

Bjornalf jumped back on the ship as he was ready with his knot and threw the rope on the deck.

The captain waited hastily at the tiller, waiting for Rowan to jump aboard.

Rowan’s head became red as he tried to loosen the knot, but because of a combination of stress and panic it seemed impossible, the fact that it felt as if he was timed only made matters worse.

“Captain, why are we going ‘now’?” Bjornalf pleaded as he walked up to him.

“Can’t we wait till morning?”

“No. We cannot.” The captain replied shortly.

“Didn’t you see the red beacon?” He then asked his fellow Nord.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bjornalf looked a bit confused

<p class="MsoNormal">“No… me and Rowan were in the town. Remember?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sigh.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“War will soon be upon us, if we stay here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why?” Bjornalf asked still not entirely sure as to why the captain was so tense.

<p class="MsoNormal">Cap wanted to reply but he as quickly interrupted as he saw something in the corner of his eye, at starboard.

<p class="MsoNormal">He quickly turned his whole body and walked over to the edge of the deck.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh mara preserve us…” He muttered quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal">He turned back to Bjornalf.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s why…” He pointed in the distance.

<p class="MsoNormal">Three mighty galleons had just appeared on the horizon.

<p class="MsoNormal">Three mighty Alinorian Battleships.

<p class="MsoNormal">The captain quickly jumped overboard and unto the deck and ran over to Rowan.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah cap. I’ve got a…” Rowan tried to explain

<p class="MsoNormal">But the captain simply cut the rope with his sword.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But…” Rowan tried to mutter

<p class="MsoNormal">“Get on the Fucking boat!” The captain said with a great deal of urgency.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan nodded and jumped up.

<p class="MsoNormal">He already knew what to do because of months of experience. Bjornalf and him quickly loosened the sail and the wind was caught. Just before the ship bolted out of the docks the captain jumped back up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Captain… What is…” Rowan tried to ask but was hold back by Bjornalf.

<p class="MsoNormal">Who simply pointed at the ships who’d gotten even closer since last time he checked.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan got the jest.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Rowan don’t just stand there, turn the sail!” The captain shouted as he just reached the tiller.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We need to get out of here! Godspeed!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I don’t want to get caught by an Adamantine battleship!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Where to captain?” Rowan shouted over a large thunder boom.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Avil!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Make for the port of Anvil, I don’t care if we’re not supposed to go there!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan nodded and did what he was told, with all his might and muscle he pulled at the ropes to turn the sail. That way the man at the tiller, the captain, could easily turn his ship as a whole.

<p class="MsoNormal">Though, Anvil seemed to be unflavoured by the wind, so they wouldn’t go as fast.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Damn…” The captain sounded as he realised the wind didn’t favour the Gold Coast, just ahead of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked up as another thunderstrike could be heard in the distance, followed by a drop falling on his cheek.

<p class="MsoNormal">Quickly followed by another, and another.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Great, it’s starting now…” The Nord muttered, referring to the rain.

<p class="MsoNormal">Along with the rain the sea got rougher. Not a problem for an Alinorian Galleon but for the Mjolnir Drakkar… It would make things more difficult for sure. This was evident as the Captain started to struggle with the tiller. The waves under the ship started to become stronger than he could handle, causing the ship to sway from left to right on the already restless sea.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Is he mad! We’re going deeper into the storm.” Bjornalf said to Rowan as he joined him on the upper deck.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan didn’t know what to think, despite his months on this boat, he had never taken the time to really get acquainted with the two others on it: Bjornalf and Captain.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan smiled.

<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t even know the captain’s name. Although Bjorn probably didn’t either. So there was some comfort in that fact. It’s not like he wasn’t trusted. If that was the case he wouldn’t have been on this drakkar in the first place.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">“Captain.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The altmer gave his superior a golden plated spyglass.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well well… Once of them thinks he can get away…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“probably a spyship” the sailor commented.

<p class="MsoNormal">“My thoughts exactly.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well. Signal the others we’re going after it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The sailor nodded and quickly moved over to the morse box on the side of the ship and signalled the ship next to it that it was going to divert its course.

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