He started swimming straight up, kicking his feet and all but gliding through the water as he readied his sonics. He would wait until the last moment and then shatter whatever it was that he got the frequency of.
Even if it was worthless, he was likely to stalk them long enough to get out.
As the wave of sound hit the beasts Coyote could just make-out bursts of bloodied water spruting out of their mouths as their teeth shattered nearly instantly but, as it the wave moved out he could see that it was quickly losing power and the remaining beasts merely felt their teeth vibrate for a moment in resonance. But, it did prove to be enough of a deterrent to give Coyote the time he needed to get out of the water.
I let out a quiet sigh of relief as Midmire slowly followed the vessel, let me tell you that it's strange seeing an undead dragon swim.
'Turn in a few bounties' huh? Looks like my guides are some kind of bounty hunters or mercenaries. Not surprisingly really, seeing as they're using dated equipment and it feels like they don't have the discipline a national army regiment (?) would have. Then again, I wouldn't really know myself, since I have never been a part of the army before.
After a good bit of time passes, I grow bored and awkward of how quiet it is, might as well try to strike up some conversation (and probably have it somehow backfire on me horribly, one part of my mind tells me. I ignore that part).
I look at the girl wielding the fifty aimed at me. Smiling, I began to speak.
"Easy now, good soldier! As I said before, I mean no harm! ....Or perhaps I'm just that ugly to look at, would that be the case?"
....Yeah, I'm sure as hell not the best when it comes to starting conversations.
The Girl on the fifty didn't move her gun from the center of Midmire's chest as she replied. "Seen uglier but, We don't get many fuck mothering Dragons around these parts so, there's that." her voice is tight and controlled as the PT boat cuts its way across the waves. The girls in the ship all lapse into an uncomfortable silence as the move the girl with the Grenade launcher seems to have a nervous tick where she loads a shell into it then seems to think better of it and unloads it. She does it repeatedly during the trip.
Eventually, after around thirty minutes of traveling, you begin to see a shape on the horizon...and Two large columns of greasy black smoke.
ILS Saint-
Louis
Anybody knows what's the time and date?
Sailing ship's Deck
Though I relaxed for a bit as the fighting is over, I still haven't dismissed my weapons as well as my rigging. I watched a bearded man with a naval cap, an officer, a Captain if my observers are correct, come over to me with a relieved look on his face.
'Jesus Christ that's a horrible English.' I thought as my eyes twitched at the horribly mangled speech the man-made. "It's no trouble Captain, might I ask from which Nation you hail from, the whereabouts of this bloody sea as well as the... things... I just helped you fought off."
The Captain cleans his sword with a rag from his pocket. "Well, to start wiv le easy un Wé aré from le Glairius Nashe-on of Gallia, le théngs zat wairé tryeng to massacre mé et mon mén waire ze Culd Bloods and zé Sirènes . La last questshe-on eez actually... A bit hardair to answair." He looks around his face slowly warping into an expression of confusion as he looks around and then yells to one of his men in a strange language that seems like a mix of French and...Something else but, you're able to catch bits and pieces of it and it seems like he's asking where they are and the man is answering ina way that says he has no idea.
The captain turns back to you and answers his former jovial tone shifting to a more worried tone as he finishes sentence. " We 'ave non clué whaire we aré een zis accursed séa."
For a moment, Alfred found himself wondering again as the undead began to collapse - and then he berated himself, because dammit he had a plan and then he just abandoned it to fight a freaking- fr-what even was that?!
He turned his vision skywards, enabled his flight, and once more pushed it to the max speed it could reach!
- and then coughed in surprise as he fell the few meters he had managed to rise, psionic energy expended. Crap, he was using it too quickly.
He picked himself up off the ground, and after a couple of seconds, turned his vison skyward once more. He hadn't recovered much psi, but hopefully...
With a pair of cut-off clangs, he vanished, and reappeared twenty meters above. He once more fired up his flight, switched to and cast Bifrost, and carefully lowered himself-
His breath caught as his flight cut out once more, and as he hit the hovering plane of conjured material, he sank into the landing, hoping to absorb enough of the force.
As the conjured bridge blessedly failed to shatter, he released his breath, and then took in a few more. Once he had finally calmed down, as he felt his Psi begin to recover, he focused his attention through the transparent false solid to the events taking place on the ship beneath him.
And he saw that the groups on the midship that had been tearing people apart have begun to mass the limbs in the center of the deck in a large pile. He also sees four more of those large skeleton abominations none of them look exactly the same but, their all large and obviously made of an amalgamation of none human bones. The front of the ship is slowly being pushed back and as they're pushed you can see that the one who falls are quick, whether they're alive or dead, taken apart and the body parts are moved back to the pile.
"Will do!" Chang'e said as she began her own climb up the rope ladder, only to stop and turn back to look at the Woman "Oh and if Charlotte comes back just tell her i'm shopping and that she can wait here for me." the girl said before resuming her climb, her mind already trying to decide which Malasada recipe she would use?
The woman nods and goes back to looking out at the water as you climb the rope ladder on to the deck of the ship and looking around you see that the entire top deck of the ship has been turned into a makeshift market. You see several small stalls with men in women in clothing similar to Fox they seem to be selling a mix of handmade jewelry and random bits and bobs of scrap. The three larger Stalls are manned, in order by:
A short unsmiling bald man in a long ratty looking brown trench coat who is sitting on top of six or seven large olive drab wooden crates who's showing one of the men from the strange ships a large tube with a handle on the bottom of it.
A small slim woman in a nearly skin-tight rubber suit, that is covered in an assortment of pouches, armor pads, and strange pelts who is hawking furs, meats, and an assortment of knives.
The last man is a large jovial looking man with a scraggly beard who is leaning over a bar and talking with several men his laughter at one of their jokes echoing across the ship as he moves back to a large set of shelves covered in a mix of dusty bottles, large rusty cans, and kegs.
The Captain turned to her XO and spoke quietly, "Hands to boarding stations. Bring him aboard and put him in austere where he can't do any harm. If he really is adrift like he says, then he'll welcome it and we'll be doing him a favor. If not, then the sharks can have him."
"Aye, Skip," came the reply, followed by the call on the PA system summoning the boarding crew away from their action stations and into one of the RHIBs. Within a few minutes, it was in the water with four crew and a driver.
All armed.
Elise was taking no chances.
She grabbed the PA microphone again, "Get yourself down, and into the boat, and we'll bring you on board. You will be searched, and any weapons you have on you will be confiscated. We are, first and foremost, a military vessel, so I'm sure you understand."
The man didn't reply but, slowly began to climb down the rock using the many holes in it as finger holds.
As he began to come down though the radar began to sporadically pick up large contacts in the fog on the other side of the ship from the rocks. The contacts would appear and then just as quickly disappear.
"Speaking to a what now?" Was she even talking to a human? There wasn't a single human culture on record that named their individuals with numbers. Perhaps PT was talking to some form of AI? "And what do you mean by Mental Net?" As the girl spoke, she continued her travels to the designated area, systems constantly scanning for threats and guns ready to react at a moment's notice.
"The Mental Net is the large fence of psionic energy that you just sailed through. And As I said before I am Mary Number 256 Comptroller of this area of the port!" the voice hasn't once lost its perky quality.
Not sparing the time to look back, Karen focused on running, her legs carving through the waves as she vaulted onto the deck of her ship. Not bothering to stop, she skidded across the deck, gathering ropes as she went, before heaving, tacking the craft sharply through the wind, just narrowly missing one of the lava spewing rocks around the place. Not bothering to tie the ropes back into place, Karen strained her body as she forcibly maneuvered the ship out of the archipelago of volcanism, one leg directing the rudder as her two arms held the mainsail at broad reach.
Only when the last of the islands she could see was well behind her and she felt like there was no risk of running over some rocks did Karen finally tie up the rigging again, holding the wind to her port side, clipping lightly along the surface of the waves with the sails held at broad reach. Her arms were covered in marks and friction burns, her legs pitted with ash and volcanic rocks, but there was still more to do. Grabbing her possessions, she stowed them in the rooms of the yacht, taking inventory of the boat as she did. Minor damage aside - the sails were pockmarked and stained with ash - the boat was in good condition. The kitchen was filled with long life provisions, there was a small storage room with a tightly packed spare set of sails and some equipment for mending, as well as what looked to be a room for relaxation, another for indoors practice - the rice mats and masters symbol on the wall told that clear enough - and three full cabins.
Satisfied her ship was in order, Karen kept holding the boat to broad reach, eyes scanning the horizon for any other ships or land. She was under no flag, admittedly, but hopefully, that wouldn't pose much of a problem.
As Karen Sailed she began to notice something on the horizon. A mass of dark clouds that were indicative of a large storm that seemed to encompass the entirety of the horizon in front of her ship. she could just make out what looked like an island as well, also, directly in front of her.
