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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Nov 30, 2009 22:17:59 GMT -5
"ALL HANDS ON DECK!!!
Blade shouted as he spun the wheel to the right, to climb another massive wave. The Massive ship inclined as it reached it peak point. Everybeast on deck clung to everything they could to stay on the ship. Several beast lost their grip falling to the dark abyss below that became their final resting place. As the ship straightened out reaching the top, Blade called out. "Rogg! Where are ya! Get to yer feet and loosen that sail tie before it snap!" he said pointing a claw at the rope. It was growing tighter and tighter. The wind was not letting up.
Several other beast rushed the tie to help out. Suddenly, without warning as Rogg would reach the rope, It snapped. The tremendous force the rope was under was exerted on two otters that would be next to Rogg. The otter furthest from the snap was killed instantly when the end struck his skull. The otter nearest the caught the worst of it. The recoil of the rope severed the poor otter's head from his neck sending a spray of blood that would hit Rogg. It was truly a gruesome sight for anybeast to see or to have to be involved in for that matter. |
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Post by Rogg Streambattle on Nov 30, 2009 22:31:20 GMT -5
When Rogg herd the shouts of Blade he at first thought they were under attack. Grabbing his sword he fell out of his hammock, the blow seemed to clear his mind as he realized that they were in the middle of a gale! The still half asleep otter threw down his sword and rushed out on deck hearing Blade's shouts he saw the taught rope. Not thinking, Rogg rushed tward the taught rope. Just before he got there the rope snapped killing the two otters next to him [see exibit A] As the two mutilated bodies fell to the deck Rogg wiped blood from his eyes and took a step backwards, he had never realized how deadly storms at sea really could be. The way that the roped had served that otters head right from his body reminded him of a time that he had a lucky shot on a weasel... But then he snapped back to reality and wiping blood from his eyes shouted over the storm to Blade, "There dead! And the sails gone too!! What should I do now? I'm not exactly the sea-fairing type!"...
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Dec 7, 2009 23:19:03 GMT -5
"There dead! And the sails gone too!! What should I do now? I'm not exactly the sea-fairing type!"...
Blade gritted his teeth spinning the wheel to a hard right maneuvering over a smaller wave. "Tie off the sails!" he shouted over the roar of the ocean. "We can't keep em out in this kind of storm. It'll get us killed! you'll have to climb the main mast and crawl out on one of those fasteners to pull it up and draw it up with the rope! Get 2 beast to help ya! And for forest sakes! Wake the Skipper! I can't handle this sea alone in this kind of storm!"
They approached another large wave. "old on tight!" he shouted to the crew in warning. "There's a strong gust coming!" he shouted louder than before. He could tell cause the top of the wave was feathering up into the sky like a horizontal vortex. "Get those sails up and get down!"
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Post by Rogg Streambattle on Dec 26, 2009 1:06:10 GMT -5
Tie off the sails!""We can't keep em out in this kind of storm. It'll get us killed! you'll have to climb the main mast and crawl out on one of those fasteners to pull it up and draw it up with the rope! Get 2 beast to help ya! And for forest sakes! Wake the Skipper! I can't handle this sea alone in this kind of storm!"
Rogg stared up at the tatted rigging. Did Blade really want him to go up there and tie off a sail? The young otter had never had to shinny up soaking wet ropes and tie down flailing canvas. But how hard could it be? He might have to find some help for this though, he looked around blankly at the chaos around him. There was nobeast that looked like they could lend a paw to the bewildered otter. And Blade wanted him to wake the skipper too? Well, if Rogg was going to end his life climbing up the rigging he might as well give a few orders before he had to go. A wave hit and the big otter grabbed the side of the vessel to stop himself from falling into the tumultuous waves below, he then shouted at an otter who was dashing past.
"Wake the skipper!! Tell him that Blade wants help steering!!!"
Rogg did not wait for a reply, he simply flexed his webbed paws and grabbed the rope things to get up to the sails. The otter did not even know what these things were. Rope ladders? Rigging? It did not matter to him though, they were simply a way to follow orders. He then started the treacherous climb up the ropes.
The otter was already half way up when he remembered that Blade had said to get two others to help him. Oh yotz. Well, he could not exactly go back down at the moment so he grabbed the precarious ropes and started to climb again. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath and looked down, it certainly was a long way to the heeling deck below. The young otter started to tremble, the fear of falling was intense, but the fear that when he got up there he would not know what to do was worse then any bodily peril, he would just have to deal with that when he made it up there.
Rogg made it to the top of the mast and hung on for dear life as his paws left the rope and he dangled in the air as the ship sharply leaned over to one side. He felt his paws slipping, the icy grip of sheer terror of falling to the deck gripped the otter's heart as he sought the ropes once again. He could not find purchase on the slippery help! Was this the end? To fall to his doom in the middle of a gale? No that could not be it, there was more life to be lived by Rogg Streambattle, in one desperate effort he hauled himself onto the top of the main mast. He lay there, clinging on to the wooden beam for dear life. Then he realized that the ropes to pull the sails up where right below him. Rogg slowly reached one paw out and grabbed the whipping rope and pulled it up and tied it onto the the top of the mast, securing it. As he worked he wondered how he got to the middle of the mast when he was just at the end of it, strange.
The nervous otter finished securing the sail and shuddered, now how to get back down....
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