Giving Fantasia: The Taking Fantasia Sequel

Chapter 118: Use The Force Luke

Chapter 118: Use The Force Luke

Sinbad was the man that ran away. He was the traitor, the scum, the son of a bitch. He was a smudge in time too dark to erase. He was not Jim's father.

But, he was a kick ass captain. 

No matter how badly Jim wanted to stick the harpoon up Sinbad's spinal cord, he was impressed. Sinbad confronted danger with a tenacity rivaled only by Admiral Triton. There was just one difference between the two men: Sinbad was crazy.

"Drop the anchor! Put her down!" Sinbad strode firmly through his crew. One eye on the approaching dragons, he barked the order again. "I said DROP THE ANCHOR!"

"Drop the anchor?" Tulio emerged updeck with Eret. John Smith was tethered between them. As John focused on Jim, Tulio beseeched Sinbad. "Why are dropping anchor? Captain if we stop those dragons are going to burn us alive!"

Sinbad nabbed a harpoon as Vlad passed with an armful. "They'd burn us alive anyway, Tulio. There's no way we can outrun a dragon, and I don't like the looks of that flying demon."

Jim looked skyward, searching for the 'flying demon' and assuming Sinbad meant Pitch. But when he saw Peter, his stomach clenched. Shit, that wasn't good. Peter was fast. He could dive straight into the ship and pick them off one by one.

Damn it. Jim hefted his harpoon. He'd kill for Ariel and Wendy right now. Ariel could zap Peter with her trident while Wendy worked his shadow. Huh...interesting. Those girls were actually pretty powerful. Hm.

"But why drop anchor?" Eret signaled to the dragons. The herd was small by Viking standards, but it would take just one to destroy The Princess. "Capn those are monstrous nightmares! Monstrous nightmares coat themselves with kerosene flames! If we drop anchor – "

"They all monstrous nightmares?" Sinbad asked.

"No. Least – don't think so."

"Yes or no, Eret! You're the only Viking on this ship, so you know dragons best. Are ALL of those dragons monstrous nightmares?"

Eret squint across the ocean. The tattoo on his chin crimped as he concentrated. "No." he finally answered, pointing within the flock. "Think that blue one is a thunderdrum."

"How dangerous is a thunderdrum?"

"Thunderdrums...ummm." Eret thought furiously. "I've never read the Book of Dragons... but I think Stoick had a thunderdrum once... yes! Expandable jaws – needle sharp teeth – "

"Yeah I can see that! Firepower Eret! Firepower!" Sinbad tapped his throat. "Do thunderdrums breath fire?"

"No!" Eret snapped his fingers, remembering. "No thunderdrums are nearly deaf because they blow super sonic blasts of air!"

"When they're startled, right?"

"Right!"

"At close range the sonic blast can kill ya?"

"At least a concussion."

"But no fire?"

"No fire."

"Thought so!" Sinbad swung triumphantly about. "Thunderdrums are sea cave dwellers, I've seen 'em before. This is good! So here's what we're going to do – MEN! DROP THE ANCHOR!"

Tulio hyperventilated. "But why are we dropping the anchor? We're out too deep, it won't hit the bottom – "

"Just drop the damn anchor! And – " Sinbad flicked at John Smith. "Someone give Smitty a harpoon!"