@IKnowNothing @Deadly Snark
The pair moved away from the water, and up through the sand dunes. As they walked, the soft sand gave way to firmer earth, and the ground grew greener. Before too long, the grass was up to Amy's waist, and thick enough to slow her down. Berserker, on the other hand, could easily stomp through the plantlife, clearing a passage for his smaller companion. It was hot, hot enough to dry out Amy's clothes, and hot enough to make her sweat.
Before too long (or possibly too long for comfort for Amy) the grass gives way to the trees, thick, waist high stalks giving way to shorter, cool grass beneath the trees. They weren't thick here, at least. The walk through the forest is filled with the sound of birds, squawking back and forth to one another as you pass. One parrot flies overhead, barely above Berserker's head. Its plumage is primarily gray and dark green, save for semicircles of orange beneath its wing joints.
The other major factor here is insects. Mosquitos begin to drift from the woods, circling around their curious new prey. Every so often, another pest would come and buzz around Amy's ears until it was swiped away.
At this point, they had walked a fair distance inland, largely uneventful aside. Still, to the northwest now was the flat topped mountain, visible through the canopy. As the pair came to a clearing, they would have to decide their next move. Or, perhaps, take some time to rest.
@Wade Garrett @Mortifer
As the two magic users adapted to the changing situation quite rapidly, their vessel...did not. Shortly after Caster vanished beneath the waves, the larges swell of them all reared back. Below, Jolene and Caster could feel the water moving around, pulling them back and forth, but not painfully. As they watched, the ship's prow came into contact with the water, the
Uwana Buyer split open like an egg.
As the women watched, the rest of the ship soon followed, now that the rushing water was rushing inside. The force of the waves tore the boat into several pieces, picked up by the storm and slammed back down again as it (and you) were rushed inland by the water. Piece by piece, the buyer fell, with only the occaisonal floating bauble drifting back up from the depths.
Finally, just as quickly as the storm had approached, the sea quieted. One moment, the ocean surface above you had been as chaotic and terrifying as a hurricane. But with one last smash, the sea calmed. The waves stopped, and the surface became even again. High above, barely visible from the depths but shining down all the same, the sun had come out from the clouds.
All that was left afloat of the
Uwana Buyer was the wheelhouse, floating on its back. And, below you now, you could see the shadows of the rest of the wreckage of the
Buy-
That was far too many pieces of ship to have come from
just the
Buyer. Below was a shipwreck alley, where the broken skeletons of sea vessels had gone to rot. It was hard to make out just how bad of condition they were in from this distance, merely shadows in the gloom. But they were there.
And so, too, was the gentle, uprising slope of the sea floor. The sandy bottom was slowly but surely rising to meet the surface, and for good reason; the stormhad pushed both Caster and her Master closer to their final destination. The nameless island.
@Bondo @Pyrosage
As Grant piled into the life raft, and some of the sailors began to voice their surprise at the man with a goddamn spear standing on the deck of their ship, the first boat fell free from its setting and into the sea. As Lancer set to cut their ties, another crewman ran for the pair, not caring for the strange circumstances.
"Wait, wait, ple-" That was all he got out before the ship rocked violently the other way with a shriek of metal. A second hole had opened in the hull of the ship, and it was riding far too low in the water for comfort. As the servant of the spear cut himself and his master free, a third groan came from the ship. This time, the beast apparently had found a nice, weakened spot, as the third hole opened up near immedietely.
Sailors rushed to get themselves afloat on the life rafts, surging up from below decks even as water began to rush over the sides. That was when the fin emerged from the water once again, off to the Master and Servant's left hand side. It shot through the water like an arrow, around the side of the sinking ship, right to where the first lifeboat had been deployed.
One of the men in the boat held a revolver in his hands, a large, powerful gun that would blast a hole open in a bear. He fired it at the water with a deafening bang, the likes of which almost certainly deafened his raft mates. And again. And again.
Even though the water exploded right before where the shark had swum, it didn't slow. As it came to the side of the raft, it reared its head from the water, toothy maw opened wide, and brought its jaws closed on whatever it could get its teeth in. There were screams; lots of screams. The other boat, broken in half, sank like a stone. Its cargo floundered in the water, some of them already screaming, having had their legs caught in its ship-cracking crunch, now floating with blood gushing into the salty water. One by one, sometimes two by two, they vanished under the water. There would be a moment of frothing white before the next one would vanish.
The island, meanwhile, sat on the horizon, indifferent to the slaughter. It was closer now than it had been, at the very least. But getting there, away from...whatever manner of beast this was, would require all the time they could muster.
