<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF4000">The ship moved ever closer, but something was odd. It continued forward and there was this strange scent through the sea air. Sulfer? out this far? No it couldn't possibly be what Uraken thought it was. They never travel so far from Honduras. Just to be safe the creature turned it's mighty head and-<br/><br/>IT WAS! Fire sharks! This ship held fire sharks in tow! Damn them and their accompaniment of logical fallacies! Nothing would be left of that ship but splinters for the barnacles! Turning faster than looked possible, the great sea cow began moving forward, the waves crashing over his hide and cascading outward at tidal velocities.</span></span><br/><br/><br/>To say that the Queen was pissed was an understatement. At least they were underway now and this Crow person might be useful.<br/><br/>â€œCaptain! In the water! Something...is....charging us!â€ her lookout shouted and the Queen was quick to run to the side of the ship.<br/><br/>â€œScope!â€ she shouted and held her hand out, a scope quickly placed into her hand without her looking. As she focused down the spyglass, she noted the waves as they churned up and something very large headed for them.<br/><br/>â€œMake ready! Cannons loaded! Hard to starboard! Brace for impact, I want us moving in the water like a knife through butter!â€ the orders were barked and the crew snapped to action. Whatever it was, it choose the wrong day to fuck with her.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF4000">Cannons? Well a few balls of iron might do well on his hide should they get the pattern right, but that was highly unlikely. And they might damage the hat, that wouldn't do either. It was hard to come across a frigate of the right color. Hoping to avoid damage to his fashion accessory, the beast dove down just below the waves, the bulge of water increasing, hoping it the rough waves would sink the vessel.<br/></span></span><br/>The ship rocked and shook, men tripped over themselves and the Queen glared at the water. â€œPowder Kegs in the water! Blow that thing to the surface! Make it face me!â€ her voice cut through the craziness that was happening throughout the boat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Explosions? Oh the sound was deafening and so out of place. No art, no melody, just random cacophonous noise. First Logical fallacies, and now insults to his ears. This wouldn't do. Deciding to end this now, the great Uraken rose from the depths under the vessel, unfortunately its hull caught on the reef on his back, keeping it upright even out of the water. A great rumble shook through the sea air as the beast grumbled at its own misfortune and the vessels luck.</span></span><br/><br/>â€œFuck!â€ the Queen swore as she held on to the side of her ship, there was something that they had to do. Something they had to try. A brief thought to her past, something her mother had said to her, for whatever reason it seemed to make sense now.<br/><br/>â€œKeep it together men! I'll be back!â€ she let go of the railing and began to stumble her way toward her quarters, her hope that what she sought was where she left it. When she had the item in hand, after a bit of rummaging and some swears, she made her way back onto deck and brandished what she hoped to be the tool of their salvation.<br/><br/>â€œCaptain?â€ one of the crew dared to question her.<br/><br/>â€œSilence!â€ she snapped then brought the instrument to her lips and began to<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_c_ufaxeSTs">blow.</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000"><span style="font-weight: bold">A simple turn to the side would do the trick the beast supposed. It had been some few days since he had sunbathed properly. Just a quick tu- One moment. This was not the roar of cannons or explosives underwater. No, this was something different entirely, it was a note. A single steady note, A flat? No, no this was A sharp. What could possibly be making this sound, no this music?</span></span><br/><br/>The music seemed to consume her, take control of her in an energy that the crew had never seen before. She moved about the deck like a woman possessed, a woman on a mission while she continued to pour her heart and soul into the song. At one point she was up in the crow's nest, though she had not clue how she got there. To finish it off, she took a swig from her emergency hip flask of rum, then struck a match and expelled it out the end of the flute in a blaze of glory.<br/><br/>All was silent as she stood there holding her flute, the crew stared at her in disbelief while they all held their breaths to wait and see what happened next.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF4000">It... It was beautiful. The melody, the tonation, the way the rhythm matched her steps along the hull, it was magnificent! He gently lowered the ship down back into the safe waters and rose his great muzzle towards the maker of that music. A bellowing cry of joy. It was sound that could not be made naturally, perhaps some of these wooden play things could do more than decorate his hide.</span></span><br/><br/>â€œWell....looks like we have ourselves a new friend. Someone get him a Keg of rum and one of the barrels of pickled herring. Need to make sure he is fed and happy, now don't we?â€ there was a cheer that went up from among the crew while she went back to playing on the flute.<br/><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The crew was in good spirits, at least for the most part and that was largely due to the fun that they were having with that ship wreck fellow. The Queen was not really sure as to just why he was even on board, she thinks she might have won him in a drinking contest, though considering his reputation it was likely that she lost rather than won. All well he made the crew laugh and was a great scape-goat for when everything went to shit.<br/><br/>Though since they tamed/befriended that huge seacow things were looking up for the Pervy and her Crew.<br/><br/>Now....all she needed to do was gut that immortal bastard, get back her property and blast that ship out of the sky to sink it and all of its degenerate crew to the bottom of Dana Joan's locker. That bitch been a haunting the seas since she was sunk all those years ago.<br/><br/>Efer felt sorry for Davie having to put up with her nagging.<br/><br/>As they came to port the look out cried out that two familiar ships had been spotted. Now, if she could just conclude this business with Rotter she may be able to slip over to the pub and get herself a pint with a nice curvy wench to serve it to her.<br/><br/>Her supply of bitches had dwindled and she needed to restock afterall.