[Soap bubbles?! Out in the middle of the ocean? The man was clearly a crackpot.
Fantastic.
It sounded like pandemonium below them though. Far too many anguished cries and too much splashing water. Chances were that the undead mermaids, if that's what they were, no longer needed to climb their way onto the ship to get access to the few remaining sailors below them and this had caused some kind of feeding frenzy or whatever they were doing with the trapped men.
Again the world tipped a little further and Yazoo could feel his feet sliding out from under the small platform of wood beneath them. Or more accurately, the crow’s nest was sliding out from under him as he tried to adjust his hold and prepared to ride the damn thing down with all the viciousness of hell itself when a hand grabbed onto his arm to keep him from slipping into a potential free fall.
Silver eyebrows furrow with confusion and annoyance as he looks over towards the stranger, clearly not at all used to the idea of someone with no relation to him actually watching out for him. It’s a strange sensation and not one that he’s sure he’s completely comfortable with.]
Magic bubbles and undead freaks. What the hell is this place?
[Other than a colossal pain in the ass, that is. But find, if those were the strange rules that this place wanted to apply then he would play along long enough to figure who he needed to shoot in their idiotic face as he turned his attention away from the dark haired man gripping him and started turning his keen eyes towards the carnage bellow to see if he could find something in all that mess that looked like maybe it was a soap bubble.
Yazoo still couldn’t believe he was even entertaining the idea...]
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Fantastic.
It sounded like pandemonium below them though. Far too many anguished cries and too much splashing water. Chances were that the undead mermaids, if that's what they were, no longer needed to climb their way onto the ship to get access to the few remaining sailors below them and this had caused some kind of feeding frenzy or whatever they were doing with the trapped men.
Again the world tipped a little further and Yazoo could feel his feet sliding out from under the small platform of wood beneath them. Or more accurately, the crow’s nest was sliding out from under him as he tried to adjust his hold and prepared to ride the damn thing down with all the viciousness of hell itself when a hand grabbed onto his arm to keep him from slipping into a potential free fall.
Silver eyebrows furrow with confusion and annoyance as he looks over towards the stranger, clearly not at all used to the idea of someone with no relation to him actually watching out for him. It’s a strange sensation and not one that he’s sure he’s completely comfortable with.]
Magic bubbles and undead freaks. What the hell is this place?
[Other than a colossal pain in the ass, that is. But find, if those were the strange rules that this place wanted to apply then he would play along long enough to figure who he needed to shoot in their idiotic face as he turned his attention away from the dark haired man gripping him and started turning his keen eyes towards the carnage bellow to see if he could find something in all that mess that looked like maybe it was a soap bubble.
Yazoo still couldn’t believe he was even entertaining the idea...]