Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140623222942/@comment-24449631-20140625153023

The dark turquoise sea was still ever so wild in the eye of the storm.

It didn’t make sense.

Rowan had his eyes closed as he felt himself being tossed around as if he was some sort of tiny plaything to the gods of the sea.

He felt himself being pulled down, and pushed out without any real rhythm, which caused him to panic.

Unable to make sense of his surroundings because of the bad weather he started to try and fight it to no avail.

As his head was tugged down the sea barrier everything became hauntingly quiet. Everything sounded muffled and peaceful. He stopped fighting for a few short seconds. After that, he quickly opened his eyes and realised the situation he was in.

As fast as he could he swam back up to the surface. When he reappeared back on the ocean theatre he loudly gasped for air. Though the sound of the waves and storm were far too overwhelming to make his desperate attempts to stay alive audible.

He looked around as he felt himself being hoisted up and down by enormous waves. Trying yet again to make sense of his situation.

“Uh! Help!” He gasped.

The only things that seemed to be sticking out by now, were pieces of wood drifting along on the ocean’s waves.

The Nord didn’t hesitate to swim to the piece nearest to him and grab on, literally, for dear live.

Luckily the wood was strong enough to keep both of them afloat, which made Rowan sort of relax a bit more, for he was exhausted after fighting his battle with the ocean, trying to pull him under.

He drifted aimlessly around, holding on to the piece of wood which wasn’t even big enough for him to sit on.

“Someone! Help!” He shouted, this time he had more control over his voice. Though no matter how hard he tried his calls remained unanswered.

The large waves also obscured all horizons from every direction. There was no way of telling where there could be any land. Neither could he rely on the sun, for it was completely engulfed by the dark clouds of the storm.

It seemed hopeless to try anything, yet he had to do something!

<p class="MsoNormal">Maybe he’d find a bigger part for him to float on.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Hold on Rowan. You can do this. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He sounded to himself as he peddled around, trying to look over the large shifting and rolling hills of the Abecean sea.

<p class="MsoNormal">While he did so he assessed the situation, and whatever had happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We were chased by an Elven galleon… And…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh gods, the captain shot Bjorn…” He realised as a cold shiver went down his spine.

<p class="MsoNormal">“then… There was a moment of quiet tension…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The captain ordered me back to my post then…”

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">“Rowan get back to your post! Now!” The mad seadog barked at the younger Nord. He had obviously lost it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan with his hands gently in the air walked back to the bow of the drakkar. But before he could turn back he heard the most gruesome noise.

<p class="MsoNormal">A loud bang.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan stiffened.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Did he just shot me!” Rowan couldn’t help but speak out loud.

<p class="MsoNormal">Quickly after Rowan turned around and looked back at the captain.

<p class="MsoNormal">Who now started to tumble back as his head seemed to be completely gone. Bits of blood and other gory entrails were plastered over the tiller of the ship.

<p class="MsoNormal">The headless captain’s body simply walked over to the side of the ship, with nothing to control any of the nerves in his body, and stumbled over board.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan slowly dropped his arms as he felt tears well up in his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">He stumbled back to the front and looked down at the pool of blood and bits of brain, or eye… that were spread across floorboards. The rain of the storm was quick to wash it away though. Rowan quickly stumbled backwards as a bit of broken skull was flung to his right boot by the rain. He didn’t want to come into any contact with the bloody thing.

<p class="MsoNormal">He eventually started to pull himself together, and realised he now actually had what he had always wanted: solitude.

<p class="MsoNormal">It made him realise that even in solitude he was no better off than with friends.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh gods… Manja… Why was I so stupid” He said to himself as he held his hand in front of his eyes and lightly shook his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">By the time he looked back up it seemed to have been time.

<p class="MsoNormal">The giant Elven galleon had caught up with the little drakkar and towered over it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan gasped as he looked in awe and terrified at the three deck, fifty cannons pointed right at the Nordic longboat.

<p class="MsoNormal">Without any real thinking Rowan ran as fast as could to the side of the drakkar and jumped off.

<p class="MsoNormal">If he had waited any longer he would’ve been pulverised by mighty cannon fire. While Rowan was still in the air the sound of the galleon releasing its raw fire power could be heard right behind him. Followed by the crushing sound of the drakkar being torn to pieces by the large iron bullets. Bits of splintery wood and floorboards surpassed Rowan with spikes of fire just before he landed into the water and dived down. Trying to avoid any debris following him down into the watery abyss.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan didn’t seem to find any more pieces of the ship, not anything notable on which you could actually float at least.

<p class="MsoNormal">It seemed most of it had already sunken to the bottom of the ocean by now.

<p class="MsoNormal">Somewhere over here…

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan dropped his head. It was up to the gods now… Whatever his faith would be…

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