The dark oaken floor was awash with sea water; the cold foamy liquid swept back and forth over his sodden leather shoes. He lost the feeling in his toes quite a while ago, only to be replaced by the terror of the ships erratic motion.
The storm wind and rain battered at his face, and lashed at his body, his clothes hung water and loose on his skinny body. His stomach groaned and complained as the ship bucked again in the rough sea, the contents of said stomach had emptied just after the storm began.
The storm hit unexpectedly and suddenly, one moment Sebastian had been watching the sea ripple out behind him; the ship cutting through the water like an elegant swan. Next, dark clouds had rolled in and his world seemed to tilt.
That was when he had been told to strap down the loads. He hadn’t taken one step when the first wave hit the side of the ship like a cannon ball hitting a castle wall. The impact had sent him flying into the barrel, and there he stayed.
Sebastian didn’t know where he was for a moment, the splash of sea water returned his memory, with a trimming of terror. He tried to let go of the rigging, but that too had seemed to have come alive and now wrapped around his hand.
The Captain a fearless man with a short black beard that gave way to gray at the sides, shouted orders over the roar of the storm, the crew frantically obeyed. He thought he had seen someone go over board and prayed to the sea gods for mercy, after all, he shouldn’t have been here, not really anyway. But that’s what happens to stow aways.
Squinting through the rain, Sebastian watched the first mate battling with the steering wheel trying in vain to keep them somewhat on course, sea water splashed him from all direction, he shook his head dislodging the water and what little color his face had left, drained. The first mate shouted at the Captain and pointed ahead of the ship. The Captain turned and squinted through the rain to where he pointed, his face turned the same complexion as his crew mate.
The roar of the wind snatched at the Captain’s next command as it raced around the ship like a demon.
“Hold fast boys.”
Sebastian turned towards the source of the Captain’s terror, a column of spiraling water 30 feet across stretched up to the sky. The roar of the wind slammed them from side to side, as the column of water sucked at the sea 100 feet in front of them. Vicious waves swirled around the cyclone, foam and spray like rings on a spinning top. Lightening cracked all around as thunder rolled in the clouds, like the storms proclaiming their doom.
That when he noticed the black sails.
A huge ship three times the size of the one he now trembled on, charged through the furious water toward them. The prowl of the ship bore two sweeping horns and a Minotaur standing between them holding on to ropes. He swayed with the ship and sea, tossing his head and shouting challenges into the wind.
There was no love lost between pirates when booty was for the taking. The black sailed ship held the most feared Captain of them all. Mormon the beast, an 8-foot tall warrior that had left his lands undefeated to pillage the seas. Mormon’s ship turned sharply cutting the water between Sebastian’s and the cyclone, a row on cannons rolled out. Sebastian watched as the pretty blasts of light shown through the rain.
The ship listed suddenly, and Sebastian stepped back against the barrel. The floor to his left exploded, wood and metal scattered as his foot slipped on a wet rope. Sebastian came down hard, his head connecting with the top of the barrel. His vision swam with stars as the blackness closed in from the side. He sent a quick prayer to the sea gods for mercy before it enveloped him in its oblivious embrace.
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