08-01-2015, 06:49 PM
She was snoozing.
Leviathan had finished her ship's duties a while ago and taken it upon herself to indulge in some R&R. After all, someone in peak physical condition such as herself needed to get an appropriate amount of rest to let her body repair itself. Oh sure, some of the deck hands had accused her of being a lazy Imp, but when it came down to it, the proof was in the punching. Currently, she had secreted herself away inside of her favorite jollyboat, the tarp snugly fastened over the sides as the ship pitched violently in the storm. For all of the thundering lightning and rain, Leviathan actually found it quite soothing, especially with the firm, reassuring weight of Negotiator pressed against her side.
So, it was actually the absence of noice that caught her attention. The ship had seemed to hit a slightly less patch of sea, and she couldn't hear anyone yelling about stowing the topsails or...clubbing the...rudder....or whatever. This prompted the hunky girl to peer out from under the tarp of her boat bed. It looked as if suddenly there were some pokémon on board. Weird, but that didn't really...oh aaaand the lizard pulled a gun. Outstanding. Millie had heard of the Liberation Front before. Even though they were too wussy to attack Costa Del Sol itself, you heard about the occasional murder or two attributed to them. They didn't look all that intimidating in person; buncha squidgy looking marchmallow freaks. Still, if living with Behemoth had taught her anything, it was that things could get horribly violent very quickly. She'd have to be smart about this.
What the crew needed was a diversion, but nothing that seemed to be a direct retaliation to the Liberation assault; they were expecting that. Leviathan quickly devised a plan and nodded to herself. There was a thirty-nine percent chance of this working; good enough odds in her book. With careful movemens, she grabbed one end of her rope-pillow and fed it out through the tarp and over the side of the Pearl. Fastening the other end to an oar well, Millie quickly slipped through the opening and began to let herself down the rope along the side of the ship.
She was glad she wasn't wearing her armor, because otherwise this would have sucked. Dangling precariously, several meters above the waves, Millie waited for a flash of lightning to swing her form back towards the hull of the Pearl. With a desperate snatch, she grabbed the ledge of a cannon well and let go of the rope. She let out a deep grunt as she pulled herself up with one arm while opening the cannon hatch with the other.
The gunnery deck was poorly lit and mostly empty, but the important part was that it was dry. Leviathan quickly grabbed an entire barrel of black powder and stumbled over to the stairs. Navigating the ship as it tossed and turned while holding thirty pounds of weight was not intuitive for the muscular girl, but her sheer strength managed to see her to her next destination; the galley.
In the dim light of the kitchen, Millie rifled throuh creaking cabinets and moldy drawers, trying to find her prize. She repeatedly uncorked and opened flasks, sniffing them carefully.
Rum...rum...rum...rum...ah! Vinegar!
Leviathan then took the stopper out of the powder keg and poured some, haphazardly, on to the floor. The god-minded girl then poured the entire jar of vinegar into the powder keg, followed by packing the stopper hole full of a chunk of rock salt. Satisfied, Leviathan carried her makeshift bomb back up on to the gunnery deck and tossed it out of the gun well, hearing it splash into the cold, frothing sea a moment later.
Her heartbeat accelerated to its peak, hoping beyond hope that this would work...if it did, Behemoth would be proud. Millie could hear the sound of increased shouting on the deck right above her head, and the sound of loud stomping.
C'mon...c'mon...
And then it happened. The sound of a momentous explosion, though dull within the bowels of the ship, sounded off. She could hear everyone freeze, and chuckled to herself, imagining their confusion. What was that? Cannon fire? It had come from behind the Pearl. Was there another ship here?
"C'mon you idiots, now's your chance..." she murmured.
Leviathan had finished her ship's duties a while ago and taken it upon herself to indulge in some R&R. After all, someone in peak physical condition such as herself needed to get an appropriate amount of rest to let her body repair itself. Oh sure, some of the deck hands had accused her of being a lazy Imp, but when it came down to it, the proof was in the punching. Currently, she had secreted herself away inside of her favorite jollyboat, the tarp snugly fastened over the sides as the ship pitched violently in the storm. For all of the thundering lightning and rain, Leviathan actually found it quite soothing, especially with the firm, reassuring weight of Negotiator pressed against her side.
So, it was actually the absence of noice that caught her attention. The ship had seemed to hit a slightly less patch of sea, and she couldn't hear anyone yelling about stowing the topsails or...clubbing the...rudder....or whatever. This prompted the hunky girl to peer out from under the tarp of her boat bed. It looked as if suddenly there were some pokémon on board. Weird, but that didn't really...oh aaaand the lizard pulled a gun. Outstanding. Millie had heard of the Liberation Front before. Even though they were too wussy to attack Costa Del Sol itself, you heard about the occasional murder or two attributed to them. They didn't look all that intimidating in person; buncha squidgy looking marchmallow freaks. Still, if living with Behemoth had taught her anything, it was that things could get horribly violent very quickly. She'd have to be smart about this.
What the crew needed was a diversion, but nothing that seemed to be a direct retaliation to the Liberation assault; they were expecting that. Leviathan quickly devised a plan and nodded to herself. There was a thirty-nine percent chance of this working; good enough odds in her book. With careful movemens, she grabbed one end of her rope-pillow and fed it out through the tarp and over the side of the Pearl. Fastening the other end to an oar well, Millie quickly slipped through the opening and began to let herself down the rope along the side of the ship.
She was glad she wasn't wearing her armor, because otherwise this would have sucked. Dangling precariously, several meters above the waves, Millie waited for a flash of lightning to swing her form back towards the hull of the Pearl. With a desperate snatch, she grabbed the ledge of a cannon well and let go of the rope. She let out a deep grunt as she pulled herself up with one arm while opening the cannon hatch with the other.
The gunnery deck was poorly lit and mostly empty, but the important part was that it was dry. Leviathan quickly grabbed an entire barrel of black powder and stumbled over to the stairs. Navigating the ship as it tossed and turned while holding thirty pounds of weight was not intuitive for the muscular girl, but her sheer strength managed to see her to her next destination; the galley.
In the dim light of the kitchen, Millie rifled throuh creaking cabinets and moldy drawers, trying to find her prize. She repeatedly uncorked and opened flasks, sniffing them carefully.
Rum...rum...rum...rum...ah! Vinegar!
Leviathan then took the stopper out of the powder keg and poured some, haphazardly, on to the floor. The god-minded girl then poured the entire jar of vinegar into the powder keg, followed by packing the stopper hole full of a chunk of rock salt. Satisfied, Leviathan carried her makeshift bomb back up on to the gunnery deck and tossed it out of the gun well, hearing it splash into the cold, frothing sea a moment later.
Her heartbeat accelerated to its peak, hoping beyond hope that this would work...if it did, Behemoth would be proud. Millie could hear the sound of increased shouting on the deck right above her head, and the sound of loud stomping.
C'mon...c'mon...
And then it happened. The sound of a momentous explosion, though dull within the bowels of the ship, sounded off. She could hear everyone freeze, and chuckled to herself, imagining their confusion. What was that? Cannon fire? It had come from behind the Pearl. Was there another ship here?
"C'mon you idiots, now's your chance..." she murmured.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued