[Maybe if they weren't so damn preoccupied, the wry smirk that comment got would be noticed by either of them but between the pressing matter of reloading and the seemingly unending wave of this sea horrors clawing their way onto the ship to drag screaming mariners back into the dark depths with them, there was very little time for him to even register it himself.
The pistol didn't have the same range as the musket but with the range it did have, Yazoo was sure to make every single shot count simple because of that damnable reload time. He kept his shots closer to the circumference around the mast, picking off any of the ones that got too close or even attempted the climb upwards towards the last bastion of safety that the two occupied.]
"They need a better hobby then."
[Whether he'd meant for Yazoo to hear him or not, the Remnant had and responded with his own dark humour as was befitting the impossible situation that they found themselves in. He was beginning to wonder which would happening first, that every last one of these things would come crawling out of the sea to get them, of that they would run out of shot first. Unfortunately if he had to bet, he would place it upon the bag of shot running long dry before then but, by whatever damnable being had brought them here, he was going to make every last agonizing shot count before then as he hurriedly reloaded another bullet again in that same tediously drawn out process. How the man beside him was managing with a hook, he had no idea but it was an admirable determination.]
"If I ever get a chance at whatever is responsible for this..."
[He let that statement trail off as there was no end to the amount of carnage he would reap upon that being and hardly enough time to list it all. It would be highly cathartic for him though. Not so much for whatever else was there, but he would feel better.]
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The pistol didn't have the same range as the musket but with the range it did have, Yazoo was sure to make every single shot count simple because of that damnable reload time. He kept his shots closer to the circumference around the mast, picking off any of the ones that got too close or even attempted the climb upwards towards the last bastion of safety that the two occupied.]
"They need a better hobby then."
[Whether he'd meant for Yazoo to hear him or not, the Remnant had and responded with his own dark humour as was befitting the impossible situation that they found themselves in. He was beginning to wonder which would happening first, that every last one of these things would come crawling out of the sea to get them, of that they would run out of shot first. Unfortunately if he had to bet, he would place it upon the bag of shot running long dry before then but, by whatever damnable being had brought them here, he was going to make every last agonizing shot count before then as he hurriedly reloaded another bullet again in that same tediously drawn out process. How the man beside him was managing with a hook, he had no idea but it was an admirable determination.]
"If I ever get a chance at whatever is responsible for this..."
[He let that statement trail off as there was no end to the amount of carnage he would reap upon that being and hardly enough time to list it all. It would be highly cathartic for him though. Not so much for whatever else was there, but he would feel better.]