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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 29, 2016 22:42:08 GMT -6
 The stallion watched as the brilliant, blood tinted sails unfurled, the wind whipping into them wildly. Lurching forward like an angry beast just waiting to be unleashed. It was magnificent. The rain and sea spray soaked Samael's coat as he stared in awe of the brilliant sight. It never got old, his ship in all her glory. She was why the pirate did what he did. She was freedom incarnate. A sense of of peace washed over him like a wave as he stood undaunted in the face of the storm, feeling the ocean rock the massive brigantine. The familiar feeling the sea's power paired with his ship's strength gave him confidence as he prepared for the dangerous trip ahead, even as the thunder rumbled overhead like an angry jaguar ready for the kill. And then... There it was, the miracle the stallion had been begging for. Bright rays of sunlight broke through the dark cloud cover, shining down over the ocean as if it were a prize to be won. A mild break in the storm, a gift from the goddesses themselves. Whispering a prayer of thanks, he shouted to Rory. "Weigh anchor, this is our chance!" The stallion immediately took hold of the ship's helm, cranking it to the side as to steer the 80 foot long vessel out of the harbor. "Hang on ladies and gents, this is it!" He hollered to the rest of makeshift crew, a shit eating grin plastered on his face as the ship lunged toward the open sea. [Post 8, Word Count: 256] |
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 29, 2016 22:45:44 GMT -6
 Checkpoint 3// You have a small window to set sail as the massive storm seems to have calmed for a short time. Now is the time to make your move and set sail! Wrapping Up!Hey guys, this is just a heads up to let you know our plot is nearing it's end  You'll each get to post at least once more, maybe twice if time permits it. |
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Post by fediarwoods on Mar 7, 2016 13:41:44 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
The waves crashed into the ship's sides with violence, the storm raging in the ocean's waters. As the storm was luring in closer and closer she was starting to worry if they were ever going to be given a change to lift up the anchor from the ocean's depths and go for the adventure. But just as she did - there it was. The clouds cracked open, sunlight breaking through. As the rays shone down upon the ocean the foam that lingered upon the waves shone like thousands of little crystals, lightning their way. She could feel the adrenaline cruising through her veins, letting her heart rage in her shallow chest. The ship rocked on the waves, given enough resistance to stay in it's place, but gave in just enough to dance upon them.
Curls dancing in the wind she turned her head to look at the captain as his heavy voice cut through the air. It wasn't often that she prayed to the Gods above, but at the moment, she truly shot a few. Let us arrive on land safely, please, she thought in silence, as she toughened her footwork on the ship's wooden floor beneath them. ''Well, I could use another drink now,'' she grinned, shooting a glance sideways to the rest of the captain's makeshift crew. It was just than that the ship cracked, it bend and than, just as his crew raised the anchor and readied the ropes, the ship cut itself free and shot forward towards the open sea, towards the rays of sunlight shining down from the heavens above them. She could feel the salty wind lifting her curls, feeling like adventure was calling for them. And it was - it was luring them in, pulling on the ship's sides, pushing her forward on the storm's rage.
'Travel safely.' The words still pondered through her head. It brought a smile to her dark muzzle. Travel safely, he'd said. Safely you couldn't call it - but to be fair, safety wasn't what was pulling her in either. It was adventure, and that was exactly where they were going with this. And they would be coming back - that was something she was convinced about. The thin layer of doubt lingering in the back of her mind she pushed aside even further. She hadn't got time to think that way now - she had to be ready to step in to help wherever she was needed, so they were heading this ship to whatever damned destination they were heading for.
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