Black seas and black ink mix and dance. The captain steps from it's shadows, though not alone. A dull golden crown sits atop a broken ink jar, the liquid running and staining Conrad. Every color he once wore now dulled, his eye wild with wrath and a teeth-baring smile where there once was a playful one. The sword he carries is not his own, but it promises to share it sharpness as it gleams.
Overblot Conard: Aaah... this brings back memories. The feeling before you slaughter your enemies, there's nothing more exciting for a pirate.
With a moment to recover his breath and, more importantly, the ship swinging back and forth, Percy has a chance to slide towards the group. Tink stops him from slamming against the rails, and Krok simply huffs as he kicks his legs to keep them from dangling through the gaps. Rose searches for Tink's hand, finding comfort once they link, despite finding the same trembling in him that she can't stop in her own body. But she managed to transform herself to her battle mode as she chant.
Tink: This can't be happening right? Not to Conrad....
Krok: Wouldn't be the first time.
Overblot Conard: Now now, settle down, we wouldn't want to make this harsher than it needs to be. Oh, I'm just lying through my teeth! STRUGGLE! SCREAM! YOUR TERROR IS THE BEST PART!
Rose: Not yet, Conard. Oh, ocean of light bring this villain to justice by calling upon the spirits of the water so bring fort of your power! (chant) Water spirit form! Fan mode! Tink, get everyone off this ship, now!
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The ship struggles against the waves once more, sending many toppling to the sides. The rails help avoid any falls, but the younger students are held by older ones just in case, regardless of school. Conrad scans his surroundings with a snare. As Rose looks into his eye he can't see the man from before, not even the enraged one. Something else has taken over. Tink seems to feel the same, as his grip on Rose's hand strengthens and steadies.
Tink: Crew! Get the kids to the emergency boats! Now!
A cannonball whisks just past his head. The golden glow now replaced by dripping ink. The fairy doesn't move as Conrad pulls double, then thrice the amount of cannons, enough to cover the deck in lead.
