@The Out Of World @Revlid
As Grigori dips his head into the water and samples the sea, many things come to mind. For one, there's very little in the way of manmade pollution here, aside from the rust of the skeletal ships. Which isn't to say its necessarily clean; all the usual smells of the ocean are here. Seaweed, brine, silt, animal waste...you do notice a hint of blood, relatively fresh. Something hurt is passing through. Some sort of dolphin or whale, most likely.
But behind all those other smells, there's something else. You can't quite identify what it is, but it smells...warm. And rotten. Noxious.
At the helm, Rider finds the ride itself smooth. Which gives him more time to take in the graveyard, down in the dimness of the pacific. It wasn't the greatest shipwreck alley to ever grace the seven seas, by any measure. A few fishing vessels or private boats, their owners long since rotted away. The true gem was the great, hulking mass of a freighter. The beast of a ship lay on its side, its cargo of shipping containers spilled out across the sand. Many of them have their doors wide open.
Still. Aside from the unsettling atmosphere below, nothing seems amiss on your voyage. As the Jonah IV proceeds, the ocean floor slowly begins to slope upwards. You're fast approaching the island.
@Wade Garrett @Mortifer
Jolene's rush to the controls does some good for the ship, setting their course to close in on the island. Around the two woman, the sea begins to rise and fall like the chest of a slumbering giant. The rain doesn't let up, either, thicker droplets coming down on the deck. The skies above, so clear and blue a moment ago, now are covered in dark blacks and purples and greys.
Now the surface of the ocean was breaking into valleys and peaks, each dip feeling lower, each rise feeling higher as the
Uwana Buyer fought the waves. Before too long, the valleys were deep enough that you couldn't see the island to the south. Loose objects fell from their places and rolled across the wheelhouse, bumping against the elderly Master's chair.
The table she'd set her summoning circle slid back and forth across the deck, knocked on its side by the force. As Jolene and Caster watched, the next swell of the ocean took them higher and higher still, until it abruptly dropped them, like an elevator whose ropes had been cut. The table sprung free from the deck, bounced against the window of the wheelhouse with a crack, and sailed out of sight, into the briny depths.
Getting the
Buyer to shore wasn't going to be an easy task.
@TenfoldShields @ZerbanDaGreat
The homunculi trotted away, mirror images of one another. They passed by the windows facing the east, where the morning sun reflected off their halberds and silver hair. Perfect little soldiers, made to die by the dozen.
As they neared the point where the hallway turned into the ship, a shadow passed over the last few sets of windows, casting the two figures into darkness. One of them turned, puzzled by something on the other side of the glass. He gripped his Halberd and brought it up.
The next instant, there were no homunculi. There were no window. There wasn't even any hallway. A solid wall of black descended down through the ship, ripping through the steel with its weight, crushing the expensive vessel like it was an aluminum can. For one confusing moment, the Master and Servant can see the perplexed homunculus working in the kitchen on the far side of the ship. Then the world begins to tilt.
The front of the ship tips, the prow rising from the water and into the sky. The sound of churning water mixed with the sound of furniture and bodies were tossed about like dice in a cup. Assassin and Jahangir only had a moment to appreciate all of that, however, as the hallway had turned into a pitfall, and at the bottom was nothing but seawater, churning white.
@Deadly Snark @IKnowNothing
"Hey, kid!? Are you alright in there?" One of the sailors pounds at the door to Amelia's room. "Do you need anythi-" His question is cut short when the ship suddenly lurches to a stop.
ploop
Silence. It takes you a moment to figure out where the noise is coming from.
ploop ploop ploop
Its below you.
"...Miss, just stay in your room for now, okay? I'm gonna talk with the captain, and see what the hold up is. We'll send someone around with a-" The man's voice trails off. "...the fu-"
Outside the door, there is the sound of shattering glass, followed by a short yell, and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. Above you, something heavy settles over the top of the ship. You hear the other sailors, their voices indistinct at this distance. But they're yelling. Screaming.
And then, one by one, they aren't doing anything anymore.
The metal overhead and underneath groans, under pressure from...something.
And then, with a sharp jerk downwards, the ship is pulled under the surface of the water. The ocean gushes in from under the doorway, and around the edges of the window. These things were meant to keep out people, rain, and wind. Not the sea. You don't have much time.
