When a flash of blue-green scales stole the captain off the deck and dragged him into the water, the cheers and yips that had accompanied his speech died on the lips of his crew. His scream, splash, and gurgle struck both crew and passengers with terror. As the more brave launched themselves to the rail to peer into the dark depths, others scurried up the rope rigging the masts or hurried below. Everyone with a blade had it drawn, looking around, as if more scaly claws might appear from a drift of mist, and clamp a moist hand over their face at any moment and drag them under.
Jorah had his own long dagger in hand, and he moved to stand with his back to the pillar of the main mast, so that nothing could sneak up behind him. He swallowed nervously, when the captain's threat had only made him sigh. His eyes peeled around in anticipation, which part of him savored, while another part felt poisoned. While many shouted and argued about what fantastic being had snatched the captain, he listened. Any shred of intelligence might save him.
When a tall, elegantly-curved splashed onto the deck and stepped forward and looked around importantly and expectantly, many all took several cautious steps back and held their breath. Especially the frightened passengers. Sashed in quilts of pattern from around the various islands, the pirates shared glances to each other and over their shoulders, before one more rugged mate leaned over the rail of the quarterdeck.
"You killed the captain!" he accused, pointing a cuirass at the mysterious figure from the deep, but then, he glanced around as if at a loss and looking for guidance.
Jorah stepped forwards between the pirate and the scaled creature, melodramatically sheathing his dagger. He tried his best to puff out his chest to fill the lack of confidence in the air the islanders all shared.
[color=orange]"Perhaps it is time for a new captain. One who does not rock the boat,"[/color] he fluttered his hand as he moved it to gesture towards the creature, before looking at her with an awkward question in his gaze. As he looked at her again, the poison of nervousness quite obviously darkened his face.
Jorah had his own long dagger in hand, and he moved to stand with his back to the pillar of the main mast, so that nothing could sneak up behind him. He swallowed nervously, when the captain's threat had only made him sigh. His eyes peeled around in anticipation, which part of him savored, while another part felt poisoned. While many shouted and argued about what fantastic being had snatched the captain, he listened. Any shred of intelligence might save him.
When a tall, elegantly-curved splashed onto the deck and stepped forward and looked around importantly and expectantly, many all took several cautious steps back and held their breath. Especially the frightened passengers. Sashed in quilts of pattern from around the various islands, the pirates shared glances to each other and over their shoulders, before one more rugged mate leaned over the rail of the quarterdeck.
"You killed the captain!" he accused, pointing a cuirass at the mysterious figure from the deep, but then, he glanced around as if at a loss and looking for guidance.
Jorah stepped forwards between the pirate and the scaled creature, melodramatically sheathing his dagger. He tried his best to puff out his chest to fill the lack of confidence in the air the islanders all shared.
[color=orange]"Perhaps it is time for a new captain. One who does not rock the boat,"[/color] he fluttered his hand as he moved it to gesture towards the creature, before looking at her with an awkward question in his gaze. As he looked at her again, the poison of nervousness quite obviously darkened his face.
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