𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 ; the sea beast

chapter 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

ᵗʰᵃˡᵃˢˢᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[ introducing maisie brumble ]

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. The blonde valiantly dove into the depths, receiving the captain from the brickleback's now dead clutches. 

Heaving Crow onto the boat, you stepped forward, reaching out to Jacob. He nodded thankfully at you as you pulled him over the ledge, and he dove over to the Crow, who was now lying on his back. "Captain. Captain," he called, urgency lacing his voice. "Captain! Captain!"

A sudden gasp emitted from the older man, heaving for breath and air to fill his lungs. He got up on his elbows, throwing his head to the side as he spluttered up some water. He panted lightly, first looking at Jacob, then to you, and then to the rest of the crew, who were looking on with worry. Even Sarah's worry lines were showing. Crow slowly got up, coughing along the way, and Jacob stood too, beside you. The Captain wordlessly ambled to the railing, overlooking the sea with a wide eye, gaze following the flock of seagulls that were already too far off in the horizon.

You glanced up when you heard wood creaking, finding the mizzen fractured. Sarah stepped forward, "Captain, the mizzen's in splinters, and I don't like the main."

"She can't fight," you sighed.

"Then we'll come back for the Bluster when she can," Jacob finished, with a gentle yet determined nod. "Repairs shouldn't take too-."

"Set a course for Three Bridges," Crow cut off. "We're going home." He then disappeared into his cabin.

Down in the courters, Finnair, the resident medic, and you were patching up some of the crew. He was working on Jacob, as he had many cuts, whilst you were fixing up Azara, and the meek boy, Jack. "Right mess, aren't ya?" You shook your head, getting to work on Jack's sling. "Let's get you fixed up."

"If you know what's good for ya, you'll keep clear of the Captain," Mr. Crisp advised Fen, a woman who was twisting her hook hand.

"He was close enough to smell that red devil," she hissed.

"But if he can't have the Bluster's hide, he'll have ours, to be sure," Old Nick added.

Jacob heard their arguing, glancing behind him. He slowly looked around the crew, eyes staying on your figure for a moment longer as you finished the sling-work. 

"Why, it's gloomy as the Helgard trenches in here," he spoke up, and you turned your head to him, already beginning to smile a little. He grunted as he hopped off the bench, and Finnair scrambled around it, trying to finish Jacob's stitching's. "We've taken some right proper monsters on this hunt, and the royals will pay us accordingly. And then we'll come back, and we'll take that red devil."

"Can we beat it, Jacob?" Jack asked from his spot. "They say the Bluster moves the very sea."

"Aye, and it shoots fireballs out of its eyes, they say," he countered, shouldering on his loose white shirt. "It's enough to make your knees wobble."