𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 ; the sea beast

chapter 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

ᵗʰᵃˡᵃˢˢᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[ the inevitable ]

𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧. The crew was amuck whilst a loud woman with fiery orange hair yelled over the crashing waves, "All hands-on deck! All together now! Heave away!"

A man walked across the deck, tying a long strip of bandage over his rough, calloused fingers. He then adjusted his pants, which were slowly lowering down his waist. He stepped onto the bridge, then began climbing up the rope work, before he jumped into the crow's nest. "Where'd you see it?" he asked, grabbing the telescope and pressing it to his eye. 

"Dead ahead, Jacob," the woman, Azara, beside him answered.

"Huh. Are you sure?" He turned his head to her in question. 

"Aye, a red tail. Biggest I ever saw. Just under the surface," she replied.

He shut the telescope back into itself. "Then today is the day."

He leaped off the edge, gripping the rope and sliding down. Jacob climbed up to the fo'c'sle, where the Captain of the ship, Augustus Crow III, stood, watching over the shimmering waters with determined eyes. Er, well, eye.

"It's the Red Bluster," Crow's hoarse voice sounded. "I know it in me bones. See there!" He pointed ahead. "Birds follow it."

"We come all this way for a proper fight," Jacob said. 

"And we'll get it, me boy," Crow nodded. "It's been thirty years since that thing took me deadlight. Now I'll have me revenge."

"Aye."

"Well," a voice called, and the two men turned, finding Sarah Sharpe, most loyal of first mates, walking over, though one of her legs was actually a peg-leg, the dull wood thumping against the deck with every step. "We've passed Rum Pepper Island. It's heading for the Dregmorr Sea."

She pulled out a glass bottle from her coat, taking a sip. Jacob crossed his toned arms, leaning against the railing as he watched her with raised brows. She saw this and continued, "If we're gonna do battle with the greatest and most terrible thing in the sea, it's best not to wait till after." Sarah handed it over to Jacob, and he took it, gesturing with it to her. "There might not be an after."

He then took a hearty sip for himself. 

"I find liquid courage quite helpful in situations like these." The three spun around, finding a young woman with (H/C) locks that flew in the wind, and shining (E/C) that glistened like the very ocean they sailed on. 

"Then we can agree on something, Y/N, dear," Sarah smiled, bringing you closer, and you snatched the bottle from Jacob's hand, taking a quick swig.