Bon Voyage? Pirate Ninja Style

[Kerrain]

"Cap'n, weeve secored deh Genaveeve. Wot're yer orders?"

"Tirp, go load the harpoons. We'll be fishing today."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n!"

The young captain leaned against the hull of his ship, the wood diving into the waters of the Dry Ocean panel by panel. Finding a launching site in the first place was harder than getting out of hell, let alone trekking over hills. He had to call upon Degel's strength once, but that was only in order to get the ship over a surprisingly steep hill. He thanked the higher powers that the hauling was finished. He wouldn't do that for quite a long while... or until he and his crew had to haul it back.

Kerrain grabbed onto the chain leading from the anchor and hoisted himself up, placing a hand on the guardrail and flipping himself up onto the deck.

"Weer readay to shuv' off, cap'n." A crewmate informed.

"Alright, Yerl. Go back down below decks and make sure the cannons are loaded with chain shot. I don't want grape or ball in there."

"Yessah, cap'n."

"What are you looking for?"

"Sand leviathan. When we got here I noticed the water gets deeper as you go toward the center. There might just be a couple breeding grounds."

"What for?"

"I wanted to see how big they were."

[Cyndon]

Cyndon watched intently as the rest of the crew hustled and bustled this way and that, raising anchor, pulling the sails, checking the cannons, the list went on and on as they all ran about the deck. Cyndon chuckled as he rounded on Kerrain.

"This ought to be one heckuva voyage. I'm more than certain we'll find a good story out of this." Cyndon twiddled his fingers as some of the water around them came flowing up the side of the boat and began to pulsate as it twirled around slowly. Cyndon had both the Crystal Sword and Camellia's Staff safely connected to his personage. He didn't want either of them to be lost at any point, they were indispensable to him. Suddenly he twitched his hand and the water shot into a spike form and embedded itself between two planks of the ship.

"How long do you think it will take before we run into something?" Cyndon questioned Kerrain with a gleam in his eye.

[Kerrain]

"Shouldn't take long. By the look of the bait fish around here, which are the size of adult trout, I'd say we've got some BIG sea critters swimming around in here." Kerrain replied, walking to the stern of the ship and grasping hold of the wheel.

"Ajon! Hoist anchor and we're going off!"

"Cap'n!"

The anchor was swiftly pulled up and placed in its sotrage and the Grenavive caught wind, the sails pushing the ship from the back to full-on water. Bati fish jumped into the air all around the ship, their daily lives disturbed, and water rippling all around.

"Drop the main sail!"

"YESSAH!"

The main sail was released and out was brandished the black bone dragon seal of his ship, the same as the tattoo upon his entire back. Salt water bit at his bare chest as the Grenavive gained speed, coasting closer and closer toward the center of the ocean. Though, it'd take about two days to get to the center, he planned on exploring the secant. He didn't want to go bigger than his ship could hold for now.

"Cap'n, weeve got moov'men off ta theh righ'."

"Got it, Donivan. Get Yerl looking up in the nest, I need a bird's eye view."

Kerrain spun the wheel and surged the ship into a massive turn, the Grenavive skating along the surface of the ocean and sliding sideways across the water. The corsair grabbed hold of a wooden rod and slid it through the wheel, locking the axel in place. He trotted over to one of the five giant harpoon launchers mounted on the ship. He had five on both sides, after setting them all up beforehand.

"YERL! WHAT YOU GOT!?"

"NOTTIN' YET, CAP'N! JEST SOME RIPS OVA STARBARD!"

Kerrain turned his attention immediately to the stern and leaped from his current launcher, going to the lone one set up on the stern.

"Well then... now we wait."

[Cyndon]

Cyndon took Camellia from his back and held her tightly in his hands.

"Where are we, Cyndon? You really have to keep in contact with me!"

"Camellia, calm down. We're at sea, we're fishing for... something or other... i'm sure you and i will be indispensable to them!"

"Hrm... I really wish you would talk to me before you do these things!"

"Ah, it's not like you can really DIE, you know. You can just become dormant. Besides, you know you like the water just as much as i do!"

Some of the crew was listening intently to Cyndon bicker with the staff, some of them spinning their finger next to their ears and whistling like a cuckoo bird. Cyndon whipped around and glared at them as they all chuckled and got back to work.

"Great, and now they think i'm a loony..."

"Well, it serves you right!"

[Kerrain]

"CAP'N! WEEVE GOT A SURFACE!"

Kerrain moved the harpoon gun toward the cocentric ripples and shot inside, the bladed barb plunging into the crystal depths and hitting something solid, the gun rumbling under the corsair's grip.

"DAMN! PREPARE THE CANNONS! CYNDON, WORK UP SOME WATER!" The young cpatain almost instantly appeared at the wheel of the Grenavive as he turned the ship westward, saving it from the giant burst of water due starboard. A pillar of stoney gold and gray color surged into the air, nearly as big as five galleons, and out its mouth opened to reveal a set of gruesome and dangerous teeth. The sand leviathan crashed down into the water and made a tidal wave of sorts, the Grenavive rocking violently on the ocean.

"HAHA! WE'VE GOT A JUMPER, GENTS!" Kerrain yelled as he took the harpoon gun off its mount and loaded it with a new barb.

The crew followed with the same action, dismounting the harpoon guns and moving up to the stern. All except Ajon, who was manning the ship and making sure it wasn't going to capsize next to a giant serpent.

The leviathan burst itno the air again, the ship's deck becoming soaked with ice cold salt water.

"FIRE!"

Kerrain pulled the lever and let fly the harpoon, which bounced off the scales, along with the seven other harpoons form his men.

"Well, this won't be good..." He thought to himself.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon chuckled heavily as he realized that the sand leviathan was only making his job easier. He took control of as much of the icy water on deck and slung it straight for the leviathan mid-jump. As it sailed through the air it began to ice over and it slammed into the leviathan.

"With that ice in place, this should get a little easier!" Cyndon announced victoriously as he gathered more water for another attack. He was willing to go so far as to encase the entire thing in ice if need be.

"Come on! We can do this!" Cyndon found himself being a supporter as well as an attacker. Camellia was screaming in his mind.

What the heck is going on around here?!

"Not right now, Camellia! Suffice to say we're in a battle for our very lives at this point!" Cyndon called aloud as he flung another icy bolt at the Leviathan hoping to hit it sidelong along the face, but he missed. He cursed aloud as it flew past the leviathan.

[Kerrain]

The ice shattered harmlessly upon the inpregnable scales of the mighty sand leviathan. This only made it angrier, as it started to thrash even wilder. The Grenavive was taking a bit of hull damage from the thrashing, but the wood remained intact from ancient shipmaking techniques. Though, a few splinters did fly off here and there. Kerrain winced whenever he heard the wood bend.

"You know, we could make this easier."

"Cyndon is here, and I don't believe I'd like to go there."

"Meh, suit yourself."

The young captain turned to his first mate and motioned to go below deck, which Donivan did in a blaze of speed. Wood groaned as Donivan flipped a wooden switch and a section of the deck turned over to reveal a giant crossbow. Kerrain nearly stumbled trying to get to it as he put in the solid silver harpoon shaft and sighted his target. The bow gave a huge lurch into the air as the harpoon was launched at an undaunted speed, pirecing straight into and through the leviathan's half-closed eye.

"HAH-HAR!" Came the cheer from pirates as the leviathan crashed underwater.

"Yerl, Tief, you both come here and set up the crossbow. It isn't dead yet, only wounded. Right now it's taking the pain, and soon, it'll come right back up and spit the shaft back at us."

"AYE AYE!"

The two scuttled about and brought another mega-sized harpoon out to set up on the crossbow, and one could hear the wane of string screeching as the crossbow was set up. Now to wait.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon grimaced as the ice was doing next to nothing to the leviathan and it was easily shaken off. Cyndon decided instead to wait for the leviathan to rise for another attack and assist the harpoon along its route and its attack. Soon the leviathan had come back up, and Cyndon called more water to himself and formed it like the harpoon and froze it, aiming straight for the same place. Both javelin's flew straight and true and hit their mark, and Cyndon cheered openly.

Cyndon wasn't sure if there had been any true effect off of the hits, though he was happy that things were going at least a little smoothly.

"Yahaha! Take that!" Cyndon yelled as he got ready to make another projectile out of the water.

[Kerrain]

"Cap'n, ol' esh quiet."

"Yes, Yerl. Tell Donivan to stand by."

"Yessah."

The bulky pirate hobbled over and spread the word, the crew becoming tense and holding the harpoon guns, freshly reloaded, in the direction of where the leviathan was. Though, all was eerily quiet. Kerrain turned around to look at his crew. He raised a hand to his lips, gesturing to be silent...

The ocean crashed in an uproar of water as the crew yelled and rushed to their captain, but it was too late. The sand leviathan flopped onto the deck and snapped Kerrain up into its jaws, the pirate captain screaming in pain as one of its sword-like teeth sliced into his leg. With a flick of its serpentine neck, the leviathan flipped Kerrain into the air and swallowed him whole.

"FIRE!!! FIRE NOW!!! KILL THE BASTARD!!!" Donivan roared in rancor, the harpoons dancing off the scaly sides of the leviathan as the serpent eyed another on board the strange wooden vessel. THe leviathan reared back its head and lunged forward, aimed directly at the man in white.

The crew looked over, their eyes in shock.

"RUN ERWAY, KOU!" Donivan yelled.

In mid-lunge, the leviathan stopped, its eyes bulging, its sword-like teeth just inches away from Cyndon's face.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon was sitting just inches away from certain death with a face only slightly worried. He saw Kerrain get swallowed whole, and that was one of the biggest mistakes the leviathan could have made. It also helped that Cyndon was hoping to get swallowed as well, to help things along as well. The insides are indeed made of water and other moisture... Cyndon chuckled as he stared straight into the maw of the leviathan.

"Surely you could have avoided that tooth, Kerrain. You certainly know how to keep things interesting." Cyndon sighed as he looked over at the rest of the crew and grinned openly.

"Thanks for worrying about me, all of you!"

[Kerrain]

"ESPADA!"

The levithan's eyes turned over to a blank grey as a primal yelp came from its maw. Blood spurted into the air as a fiery black blade ripped through its flesh into open air. The blade made a complete circle and completely decapitated the sand leviathan from the inside. THe head of the leviathan crashed down onto the deck of the Grenavive as the rest of its body slithered backwards into the ocean.

Kerrain stood just behind the head, Degel deSaga in his hand emanating its dark miasmic breath. The pirate's left side was completely embroidered with a consistent and sinister pattern, trailing down his left arm. His left eye wasn't the same as his right, either; for it was a deep and solid black, letting go a dark mist into the air.

"Degel deSaga, quira."

The blade transposed upon itself and disappeared from view, leaving the original golden hilt, as well as Kerrain's original appearance. He quickly tied the hilt back to his belt, and did not give off a sign of being concerned nor embarassment for being swallowed. Despite being covered in some viscous slime, he went on to inspect the head thouroughly.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon calmly walked away from the head and past the crew mates as he headed towards the helm of the ship. He was thinking to himself how close he was to dying, and yet he was so calm the entire time, it hit him as weird. Apparently he was more than confident that Kerrain would be more than able to handle himself. He chuckled as he sat on the railing near the helm and soon it was full out laughter. He thought he heard one of the crew mates going on about hysterics, but he didn't care. He was having the time of his life!

[Kerrain]

"Cap'n, er ye ookay?"

"Yes, Ajon. I'm fine."

"Ol'right 'ten! Ta theh shore!"

Kerrain trudged from the leviathan head and doused himself with a bucket of sea water, the slime from the dead serpent washing off as the cool water bathed him. He then turned and leaped up onto the stern, taking hold of the wheel and spinning it wildly, the ship turning and aiming for shore. Degel deSaga pulsed at his side, a glow of 'I-told-you-so' emanating.

"I'm not even going to comment on that, Degel."

"Fine... but I told you so."

Kerrain sighed, and looked over to Kou.

"You know, getting swallowed by a sand leviathan is no picnic. I had to crawl up out of its stomach, which I may tell you, has a nasty smell and burning sensation."

[Cyndon]

Cyndon thought things through as he looked things over on Kerrain. He looked at the new wound on his leg and looked over at the water that he had used to clean himself off.

"Hold still, this might hurt a little, but i'm sure its nothing you aren't used to." Cyndon controlled the water from the sea and pushed the salt out of solution with it while bringing it towards him. He told Kerrain to show him the leg wound and swiftly shot water at the injury, effectively cleaning it out of whatever might have been in the leviathan's mouth. Then he wrapped the water around the injury making a sort of water bandage, keeping other things out of the wound and keeping blood from flowing too freely.

"There, the least i can do to help you out, after all." Cyndon seemed a tad distant. it was taking a lot of concentration to keep the bandage in place, so he hoped above all hope that the expedition wasn't going to hit any more snags...

[Kerrain]

"It's... alright. I don't bandage my wounds anymore. Ever since getting this hilt, my gashes and bruises seem to heal faster and better than before. Though, the water bandage may help." Kerrain said, looking back to Donivan and giving the first mate a nod to put away the harpoon guns. The captain flipped the switch on the wheel axel, the giant crossbow flipping over to again be below deck, leaving a clean square of wood among bloody squares.

"You know, those leviathan teeth might catch us a pretty penny. One mouthful of them is how I purchased that giant crossbow."

"Pssh, you could just USE ME."

Kerrain ignored the hilt for the time being.