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[#056] Out of the Water I Heard Her Call to Me (Original)
Theme Prompt: #056 – High Seas
Title: Out of the Water I Heard Her Call to Me
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?)
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 731
Summary: A group of sailors find themselves with a strange passenger.
“He does realize that should the ship sink, it’s all going to sink the same, doesn’t he?”
The three sailors stand off to the side, watching as the diplomat they’re conveying to the negotiation summit on international waters. Sir Reginald Callenbottom had been reasonably reluctant to board the vessel and had spent at least an hour on the dock complaining that he had not known of their nautical destination. When he eventually realized his interests would need representation if he didn’t, Callenbottom forced himself on board, but he planted himself at the mainsail and had refused to move since.
“Cap’n suggested he might be more comfortable in one of the cabins. She said he went off about how he ‘wouldn’t be able to see her comin’ if he was below deck.’”
“Are we sure he’s not bent in the head?” the first sailor continues, squinting at the man in his fancy attire. “Maybe we should have left him on the dock where he belonged.”
“Ay,” the second nods. “Something like this … its bad luck is what it is.”
Callenbottom’s back presses intensely against the wooden mast. It doesn’t look like a good move for his fancy dress. His over-the-top colorful clothes are not boat-safe, with big puffy sleeves and loops and belts that could easily get caught on things as he moves about the ship. Even his elaborate hat gives him away as not one of them, and it flutters against the mast as he keeps himself tightly bound to that spot.
Eventually, one of the sailors decides to make his way to the man’s side. He stops just short of being in touching distance, before leaning in to ask: “You alright there, sir?”
“Do I seem alright to you?” he sneers, looking over the rest of the ship. “Trapped on this blasted vessel.”
The sailor blinks at him, before leaning back and looking at the rest of the crew. “No offense, sir, but you didn’t have to get on.”
“And miss the negotiations? My claim needed to be represented! If I had known, I would have insisted on a change in venue.”
The sailor nods again slowly, before stepping back and going back to his work. “Well, suit yourself, sir.”
As they continue to push forward to the rendezvous point, the sky begins to darken, and clouds gather above. The captain starts to give orders to prepare the ship, and Callenbottom looks around frantically.
“Have we crossed into international waters? Are we on the high seas?”
“Yeah, about that,” one of the sailors replies. “Just north of our country’s waters now.”
The man quivers and freezes in place. “She’s coming.”
“ … The Queen? Yes, sir, she’s already on the way. She’s on the other ship.”
“No, not the Queen, you idiot. The –”
Before he can elaborate, the boat suddenly rocks, tossing the passengers to and fro. When they all settle again, tentacles rise over the edges of the ship, holding it in place.
“What the bloody hell …”
“I betrayed a sea god in my youth,” Callenbottom whispers, gripping the mast tightly. “She warned me that if I ever left the seas of my people, she would drag me down to the depths and punish me for my crimes.”
The bulbous head of the giant octopus pokes over the side of the boat, eyes glowing with an otherworldly power, and before the sailor can respond, it speaks:
“My mistress wants the life of the scoundrel. Give it to her, and your boat will be spared.”
The sailors glance between each other, weighing their options briefly. Sure, it may not be the right thing to do, but at the moment, it seems like the thing to do. And it’s not as though the man has been a prince.
“Yeah,” one sailor nods. “Alright, then.”
“What?” Callenbottom shrieks, but he doesn’t have much time to question them too much before they’re pulling him away from the mast and shoving him down towards the octopus. The man did not have the strength to stop them, and he goes tumbling into the grips of the creature.
As soon as it has him, the skies clear, and the waters calm. The sailors dust each other off before one of them speaks up.
“We’re going to have a hard time explaining that one.”
Another shrug. “Not much to explain if no one asks.”
Title: Out of the Water I Heard Her Call to Me
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?)
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 731
Summary: A group of sailors find themselves with a strange passenger.
“He does realize that should the ship sink, it’s all going to sink the same, doesn’t he?”
The three sailors stand off to the side, watching as the diplomat they’re conveying to the negotiation summit on international waters. Sir Reginald Callenbottom had been reasonably reluctant to board the vessel and had spent at least an hour on the dock complaining that he had not known of their nautical destination. When he eventually realized his interests would need representation if he didn’t, Callenbottom forced himself on board, but he planted himself at the mainsail and had refused to move since.
“Cap’n suggested he might be more comfortable in one of the cabins. She said he went off about how he ‘wouldn’t be able to see her comin’ if he was below deck.’”
“Are we sure he’s not bent in the head?” the first sailor continues, squinting at the man in his fancy attire. “Maybe we should have left him on the dock where he belonged.”
“Ay,” the second nods. “Something like this … its bad luck is what it is.”
Callenbottom’s back presses intensely against the wooden mast. It doesn’t look like a good move for his fancy dress. His over-the-top colorful clothes are not boat-safe, with big puffy sleeves and loops and belts that could easily get caught on things as he moves about the ship. Even his elaborate hat gives him away as not one of them, and it flutters against the mast as he keeps himself tightly bound to that spot.
Eventually, one of the sailors decides to make his way to the man’s side. He stops just short of being in touching distance, before leaning in to ask: “You alright there, sir?”
“Do I seem alright to you?” he sneers, looking over the rest of the ship. “Trapped on this blasted vessel.”
The sailor blinks at him, before leaning back and looking at the rest of the crew. “No offense, sir, but you didn’t have to get on.”
“And miss the negotiations? My claim needed to be represented! If I had known, I would have insisted on a change in venue.”
The sailor nods again slowly, before stepping back and going back to his work. “Well, suit yourself, sir.”
As they continue to push forward to the rendezvous point, the sky begins to darken, and clouds gather above. The captain starts to give orders to prepare the ship, and Callenbottom looks around frantically.
“Have we crossed into international waters? Are we on the high seas?”
“Yeah, about that,” one of the sailors replies. “Just north of our country’s waters now.”
The man quivers and freezes in place. “She’s coming.”
“ … The Queen? Yes, sir, she’s already on the way. She’s on the other ship.”
“No, not the Queen, you idiot. The –”
Before he can elaborate, the boat suddenly rocks, tossing the passengers to and fro. When they all settle again, tentacles rise over the edges of the ship, holding it in place.
“What the bloody hell …”
“I betrayed a sea god in my youth,” Callenbottom whispers, gripping the mast tightly. “She warned me that if I ever left the seas of my people, she would drag me down to the depths and punish me for my crimes.”
The bulbous head of the giant octopus pokes over the side of the boat, eyes glowing with an otherworldly power, and before the sailor can respond, it speaks:
“My mistress wants the life of the scoundrel. Give it to her, and your boat will be spared.”
The sailors glance between each other, weighing their options briefly. Sure, it may not be the right thing to do, but at the moment, it seems like the thing to do. And it’s not as though the man has been a prince.
“Yeah,” one sailor nods. “Alright, then.”
“What?” Callenbottom shrieks, but he doesn’t have much time to question them too much before they’re pulling him away from the mast and shoving him down towards the octopus. The man did not have the strength to stop them, and he goes tumbling into the grips of the creature.
As soon as it has him, the skies clear, and the waters calm. The sailors dust each other off before one of them speaks up.
“We’re going to have a hard time explaining that one.”
Another shrug. “Not much to explain if no one asks.”
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Maybe the sailors should just deny seeing anything. "He was right by the main mast and next time we looked he wuz gone Cap'n!"
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