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Post by softscales on Dec 29, 2019 1:50:05 GMT -6
We can easily be swayed by the beauty of the Earth's surface. By it's vast fields covered in grass and flowers. Or be captivated by the majestic trees that tower the jungles, making you stand as tall as a insect. Mountains covered in snow that glisten like crystal when the sunlight touches it. But another plane of existence may outshine them all. One that is even far bigger than any landscape, and consumes most of out world's domain. The ocean. A world of mystery that we have searched for over a thousand years and still know so little about. We have tried to open this box and uncover all it has to show, but it have yet to fully open it. Because of this veil, many creatures have yet to be found by man. Creatures that can thrive where we are pushed away in this deep blue. Yet man tells stories of some beasts they claim to know live in the seas. Some of monsters so big they can bring a whole ship down to Davy Jones locker. Or fully cites that have been swallowed whole by the powerful waves, and now rest below in the muddy sand. Another tale speaks of a being of pure beauty. So beautiful that sailors would abandon their routes, and steer their boats in a effort to get a closer look that this untold beauty. But all of these were brushed off as only folktale. But if you are one who keeps your eyes open and your mind free, you may find the hidden truth.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Apr 7, 2020 0:52:02 GMT -6
The waves of the wide, open sea was interrupted by a sizable galleon that sailed calmly over the wisping waves. The sails and the flag bore the insignia of the famous and widely revered spanish navy, and the ship carried a standard complement of 320 men, from those that tended to the sail, to armed soldiers with flintlock guns patrolling the deck. Now, why would such an armed galleon be swimming in the sea if not for conducting the good business of trading? Well, it seems that at least a noble or even the king himself didn't think that those folktales were simply that, and they hired a secret expedition to find a certain spot that would contain treasure beyond their wildest dreams. For one man, such a find would be overwhelming in all their senses, but if the entire Spanish empire had their hold on such treasure, it would mean more than boundless wealth...much more...
And of course, with such a fearless navy such as the spanish, nothing would stop them from claiming the riches of the folktales to feast on.
One man in particular was a soldier, but one fresh out of the royal barracks, at least eighteen years of age and dressed in an 18th century uniform that was showing a bit of a worn appearance from the months of sea air. His green eyes was eyeing the water from below his position above the deck and he rubbed the back of his head to adjust his brown hair kept under his hat. It had been at least a month on this ship and it didn't seem like they were stopping unto dry land anytime soon. He was sent here as sort of a scout for when they did stop and land, but he was stuck on patrol duty. Even when he asked why they were traveling so far, his superiors told him it was on a need-to-know basis, and all he should care is have faith in the course and wait for them to stop. When would that be? He didn't know, but he hoped it was soon.
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Post by softscales on Apr 7, 2020 1:13:04 GMT -6
But it may not be soon enough. Something was amiss as the winds suddenly changed its course. The pushed air charged the sails of the boat and shoved it another direction. If a person with keen sense was around they would know this sign well, for it was signaling that a strong storm was coming. and it didn’t take long. The winds picked up, the sky began to fill with clouds. The lack of sunlight made the water below seem dark and deeper than it did in gleaming sunshine.
Far off a being that had made its home of the sea, sensed a changed in the water. Even in its small area it could feel the change. Perhaps this would bring what it neeeded to finally be free.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Apr 21, 2020 20:14:33 GMT -6
The soldiers thoughts were interrupted by the quick and frantic shouting and scurrying of the crew as they all took notice of the storm that seemed to grow in monstrous strength ahead of them. The captain in question was ordering them to hoist the sails and make sure they braced for impact as quick as they could. Of course, the crew knew that a storm or tow was a possibility during the trip, and they had took their drills in such an event seriously, but something was off about this storm. No storm grew this strong or this quickly for that matter. Still, they would get through this, they had to, lest they wanted to go down with the galleon.
The young soldier only stared in shocked awe at how dark the water became, like a pearl turning dark with ash from the sky above. It all seemed to go deeper into the abyss than he care to know. He wondered what could be hiding under the shroud of the storm. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the captain barking at him to help the crew with the masts as they were blowing the ship hard to the right. He was quick to go and try to grab the rope. They had to get the directional course under control, lest they wanted to be on the wrong side of the wind when the waves came.
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Post by softscales on Apr 21, 2020 23:14:24 GMT -6
The sky suddenly flashed with light, burst of power escaped the clouds releasing lighting. It zigged and zagged through the sky like the devil's fingers. Showing of its threat to strike fear in them all. Right away the storm grew more in strength as heave drops of water fell from the clouds. In mere seconds all who were out where getting soaked. The added water seemed to make the ocean swell and the added wind started to form waves that began to rock the boat. The creature far away knew the strength that was coming and sinks down as low as it could for its own safety.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Jun 5, 2020 0:09:05 GMT -6
With the storm making the very ocean swell and rock the galleon at great dispatch, the crews activity turned frenzied as they went to tend to the masts. They had to make sure that the sails were taking in the wind and not riding against it, lest they add to the in-stability of the ships momentum and sink to a watery grave. The soaked wood surface of the deck made even the most-careful of men slip and fall, some dropping rope that had to be carried off. Our scout in particular was grabbing onto a mast rope and try to tie it to the deck to keep the sail steady. Something was wrong, for a storm didn't just pop out of nowhere.
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Post by softscales on Jun 5, 2020 23:57:29 GMT -6
No one knew where the storm came from or why it seemed so frightening, but it wouldn't help the crew. The winds continued their hard blow that pushed the boat and made it rock worse than a baby's crib. Hopefully they all had a strong stomach. The wind's strength caused the waves to crash over the railing from the boat's side. Water slipped under the crew's feet. One wave even bigger and stronger smashes the deck and just like a hand grabs someone's leg, dragging them to the edge.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Jun 9, 2020 0:13:12 GMT -6
It can be well assured that all of them had it in them to hold onto their lunches with their wits on their sides during such a worsening storm front. The boats rocking of course, made the ability for them to hang onto the ropes all the more tenuous. The luckier ones that fastened the ropes early could at least hold onto the rails and shout out for the rest to keep steady with the masts. However, a few in the middle of the ropes slipped and fell, causing the rope to rung free and making the masts loosen and flap wildly against the wind, causing the nose of the galleon to slam into a big wave with a sickening crack. It seemed that even the waves tried and tested the galleons sturdy hall, but the captain, in the midst of the elemental din, continued to shout and sternly object to any notion of surrender to mother natures oceanic wrath. They had a mission to accomplish and they will get through this, or go down with the ship trying!
Speaking of which, the young soldier had moved to jump at a runaway rope and grabbed hold, but only for a wave to splash at him, soaking him with warm salt water and pushing him right over the edge. He was gonna fall....and he did, shouting in horror as he clawed at the wooden hull down to the depths to no avail.
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Post by softscales on Jun 9, 2020 0:41:53 GMT -6
The ocean succeeded in grabbing a soul and dragging through it's merciless roll. But despite its blackness and terror, it wasn't going to kill him. He was thrown by the waves but not held under to make him drown.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Jun 11, 2020 0:09:40 GMT -6
Even if the oceans intention was to keep him alive, the sadistic nature of being trashed around by the stormy waves made even a trained soldier become a desperate boy trying to swim and fight against the foaming water crashing around him. It didn't help that some got into his mouth, making him chock and gasp as his lungs struggled to breathe in the humid air among the raging sea. With such a thick film of water over his soaking head and eyes, he couldn't even see the galleon anymore, not even hearing the shouts above the thundering din that deafened him to all expect his own gasping of his shouts for help. The only inanimate company he could have in the raging din of the storm was the large piece of galleon wood that was the only thing keeping him afloat. This storm didn't seem to end, and he couldn't even have his shouts be heard over the foaming water crashing down over him again and again. How was he gonna survive in a situation like this, and with the storm coming and tumbling him around in a monstrous attack on his spirit and strength....and.....and...
And then all went black.....and he slowly awoke his eyes to the warm and surprisingly-soothing rays of the sun hitting his drying body over a floor of sand. Wait....sand? How....? His eyes slowly began to swing open as he let out a tired groan and slowly look around. Where was he, and how did he managed to survive? He didn't remember much, the storms ferocity sapping his strength mentally just trying to stay alive, but he distinctly remembered nearly doing down several times and hitting his head on a piece of wood. He figured he'd surely drown at that point, but here he was, slowly panting, counting his blessings, and see that he was on a beach on some lush island with the palm trees behind him, granted not with his musket or wooden life-boat in sight. Where was he....and how did he survive?
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Post by softscales on Oct 8, 2020 7:32:21 GMT -6
The creature was unharmed by the storm. Then again a raging sea storm has never harmed it. Yet this one for the first time did give a much closer look at the ferocity storms can hold then it's ever seen before. All the same, it still was unharmed. A few new sticks and leaves have fallen into it's 'glassy' domain, but it can clear them away. It begins its work but coming close to the exit, they find a large tree has fallen over, cutting the glass roof in half. This restrained the exit more. But then again, it can't go out the exit. If it could it would have a long time ago.
Little did the creature know that the help it was waiting for was not far away. Weak and lost, this may be it's chance to finally be free.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Oct 8, 2020 8:01:59 GMT -6
Meanwhile, the Spanish soldier had managed to get up with a groan, looking up with his first view being the calming waves of the ocean crashing into the inland sand. As he got to his feet, more was in view: palm trees, rocks, and even some green grass that dotted the place behind him. How did he land here, he had no clue, but he could figure that divine fortune managed to favor him this one time to throw him on such a relieved day on a charming beachfront. He couldn't do anything else, so he might as well take shelter in the island before planning his next move of rescue, if any, better than sitting out with the sun trying to cook him at least. Shaking and patting the sand from his worn face and uniform, he slowly walked his way inland, and sure enough, there was a well, a pool of water that resided near a lush field of bushes and tropical trees just 40 feet from where he was washed on from. It looked quite deep, as pools of water in this pocket were concerned. Perhaps he could fish when he got the equipment to do so? Hmmm, not much life in the pool of water....
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Post by softscales on Oct 8, 2020 8:10:57 GMT -6
The creature saw a shadow loom of it's glassy roof. She had seen many shadows and knew all their shapes. But this one was a different shape. It was a human. Seeing that her chance has come, she wasted no time. When it bent close it struck as fast as a scorpion's tail. A hand with webbing between the fingers shot out of the water and grabbed his collar. With all it's might it pulled the man into the water.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Oct 8, 2020 19:52:51 GMT -6
Considering it all happened so fast, the poor soldier didn't even have time to register the alien nature of the hand grabbing a hold of his collar before he was flipped upside down and a whoosh of salt water invaded his body for a second time. A moment of utter shock washed over him as he had to process the immense force of the creature dragging him down the water only forcing him to acknowledge his dangerous positions before the burning sensation of his lungs collapsing under the waters stinging effects. With an insane resolve possessing him, he desperately tried to fiddle and claw at the offending hand dragging him down deeper into the hole from whence it came. The darkening atmosphere and the bubbles coming out of his mouth of robbed oxygen only served to struggle and claw wildly with a scared shout.
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Post by softscales on Oct 8, 2020 20:05:57 GMT -6
The hands push the sailor's body down to the bottom of the pool. His torso was then being ensnared by thick leaves of seaweed that grew there. The hands help tie him up till he wouldn't be able to wiggle free. This would have been a cruel way to die; forced to stay underwater with the feel of you're lungs being squeezed painfully in their desperate need for the air above. But this wasn't the end. The two hands cup the man's face and pull his head forward. Something cool and smooth touches his lips and makes them part; opening his mouth. Next a cool air pushes past his lips and into his windpipe, filling his lungs with a different tasting air.
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