Graeslin heard Hazel's cries through the din of shouting, vengeful cheering, the ring and clatter of the reloading and firing of bolts and the roaring of the beast itself. She took a quick look but did not see the noble. Many of her crew were not able to take part in the bucket-brigade processes going on at each weapon. They would only have gotten in the way of the well-practiced, inter-dependent tasks the men took upon themselves. Was Kasoria not so focused on his own efforts, he may have even been impressed by the clockwork efficiency of these crews.
Graeslin ran to the rail to see if Zarik had fallen overboard. It was hard to tell how deep the water was below. It was contained by that segment of the torso, and was splashing furiously in the throes of the beast's efforts to dive...Efforts!! She took a mili-trill to realize her balance was not upset in the manner indicating any gain by the monster's efforts. They were still level!
Some of the crew were injured from previous incidents, some very recently. They received no respite from their need to contribute. Graeslin lifted one to his injured feet, his face a grimace of pain. She ignored it as she half-dragged him to the bell by her quarters. Pointing at the far end of the breach in the beast's incomplete upper section, she gave him his orders. "Deal with it, Clams! When you see water crest that far end, you ring that bastard for Hell's Glory! It's the lowest end and will give us some warning."
She ran to a trio of men grabbing bows and snorted her contempt at such a futile decision. "Drop those, idiots!" She pointed at several coils of rope, "Hammer down one end of those and throw the other ends over the side. Use the big "U"s...Yes, right into the fucking deck! Three to each side if you can remember!"
The big U-shaped nails, sharp at both ends, were essentially massive staples that had to be hammered into a hard surface. With the rope end stuck though the U, hammering them into the wood of the deck would secure them very well indeed.
The tone of ringing hammers confirming the adherence to her instructions, she ran to Hazel, "Dear, come with me. I will find your Daddy. You have to trust me this time sweetheart. I've been a liar and a cheater, you're right. But not this time! I'm going to get your Daddy, and we're all getting out of here. Now stay in there." She added as she urged the child through the door to her quarters. She grabbed a curious round object before she hurried back out onto the deck.
She grabbed a conical device as well, whipping it up to her lips as her shout was greatly enhanced in volume, "IT'S HAVING TROUBLE DIVING WITH NO ACTUAL SPINE AND BACK MUSCLE FORMED YET. KEEP AT THE SIDES, MEN, YOU CAN'T ANGLE DOWN ENOUGH TO HIT THOSE ORGANS ANYWAY. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DO THEM OURSELVES!"
She pulled her scimitar free of her belt, swinging it high for emphasis. "ROPES WILL BE IN PLACE SOON ENOUGH. ANYONE NOT ON A SCORPION CREW, OVER THE SIDE WITH ME! WHEN YOU HEAR THE BELL GRAB A ROPE AND HOLD ON, WE WILL BE LEAVING PROMPTLY."
Stuffing the orb into a sling, she swung it over her shoulder and led by example, hurling herself recklessly over the rail with a ferocious shriek of bloodshed to come. A variety of vocal tones echoed her own as those not on the scorpions followed her without hesitation.
The Leviathan's cries took on a new tone as frustration and tentative fear, was replaced by pain and confirmed fear. In short order the water in the massive body cavity became decidedly more oily with blood, bile and ichor. They were getting much more time than they had expected and they were going to make the most of it. Graeslin's only hesitance to her hacking and thrusting was an off-and-on confirmation that the orb was still in its sling.
The fleshy surface they trod upon as they swung their weapons started finally to tip noticeably. Snarls rose in the throats of the crew. Ropes splashed in the wash around their feet and now a round of rough laughter erupted from them. They just might make it after all...
Graeslin ran to the rail to see if Zarik had fallen overboard. It was hard to tell how deep the water was below. It was contained by that segment of the torso, and was splashing furiously in the throes of the beast's efforts to dive...Efforts!! She took a mili-trill to realize her balance was not upset in the manner indicating any gain by the monster's efforts. They were still level!
Some of the crew were injured from previous incidents, some very recently. They received no respite from their need to contribute. Graeslin lifted one to his injured feet, his face a grimace of pain. She ignored it as she half-dragged him to the bell by her quarters. Pointing at the far end of the breach in the beast's incomplete upper section, she gave him his orders. "Deal with it, Clams! When you see water crest that far end, you ring that bastard for Hell's Glory! It's the lowest end and will give us some warning."
She ran to a trio of men grabbing bows and snorted her contempt at such a futile decision. "Drop those, idiots!" She pointed at several coils of rope, "Hammer down one end of those and throw the other ends over the side. Use the big "U"s...Yes, right into the fucking deck! Three to each side if you can remember!"
The big U-shaped nails, sharp at both ends, were essentially massive staples that had to be hammered into a hard surface. With the rope end stuck though the U, hammering them into the wood of the deck would secure them very well indeed.
The tone of ringing hammers confirming the adherence to her instructions, she ran to Hazel, "Dear, come with me. I will find your Daddy. You have to trust me this time sweetheart. I've been a liar and a cheater, you're right. But not this time! I'm going to get your Daddy, and we're all getting out of here. Now stay in there." She added as she urged the child through the door to her quarters. She grabbed a curious round object before she hurried back out onto the deck.
She grabbed a conical device as well, whipping it up to her lips as her shout was greatly enhanced in volume, "IT'S HAVING TROUBLE DIVING WITH NO ACTUAL SPINE AND BACK MUSCLE FORMED YET. KEEP AT THE SIDES, MEN, YOU CAN'T ANGLE DOWN ENOUGH TO HIT THOSE ORGANS ANYWAY. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DO THEM OURSELVES!"
She pulled her scimitar free of her belt, swinging it high for emphasis. "ROPES WILL BE IN PLACE SOON ENOUGH. ANYONE NOT ON A SCORPION CREW, OVER THE SIDE WITH ME! WHEN YOU HEAR THE BELL GRAB A ROPE AND HOLD ON, WE WILL BE LEAVING PROMPTLY."
Stuffing the orb into a sling, she swung it over her shoulder and led by example, hurling herself recklessly over the rail with a ferocious shriek of bloodshed to come. A variety of vocal tones echoed her own as those not on the scorpions followed her without hesitation.
The Leviathan's cries took on a new tone as frustration and tentative fear, was replaced by pain and confirmed fear. In short order the water in the massive body cavity became decidedly more oily with blood, bile and ichor. They were getting much more time than they had expected and they were going to make the most of it. Graeslin's only hesitance to her hacking and thrusting was an off-and-on confirmation that the orb was still in its sling.
The fleshy surface they trod upon as they swung their weapons started finally to tip noticeably. Snarls rose in the throats of the crew. Ropes splashed in the wash around their feet and now a round of rough laughter erupted from them. They just might make it after all...