Disclaimer: Drachma and Jack are property of er... the people who did
Skies of Arcadia etcetera, etcetera...
Hello! Well, one day I was thinking (he he, for once) and I realised that
poor ol' Drachma has sorta been forgotten! So I thought, hey, why not
write something about him... so I did (well duh) and this is basically about... well you'll recognise the story. Please, please read and review!
And Warning! This is quite depressing.
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Drachma's Story
"Marty..." a young, muscular man cried "Please, you've got to be strong."
"Dratchy... I'm sorry, forgive me. It hurts... I don't want to live the rest of my life like this..." answered a young woman lying in the ill-bed. The man kneeling beside her was squeezing her hands. Both were in tears.
"I-I understand. Marty I love you and I always will." Drachma sobbed.
"I know Dratchy!" she cried looking around the small wooden room "Where's my little baby?" Drachma slowly walked towards a small wooden cradle and took a baby in his arms.
"Here he is..." he said, passing the baby to her.
"Oh my baby." she sobbed "You be a good boy and look after your daddy for me." The baby seemed to understand every word as he gave the woman a gentle smile. The mother gently kissed the baby's head and whispered "Oh my little baby, my little Jack...." she sobbed squeezing her eyes shut, holding the baby close to her. Drachma took the baby from her and returned him to his cradle just as he heard her whisper "Dratchy..."
"What is it?!?" he demanded, swivelling round on his heals.
"Eh.... everything's fuzzy...."she cried. The Shock struck him like a dart. He tried to stay calm; he knew that it was his turn to be strong.
He knelt beside her, took her hands and whispered "Hush, everything will be all right....." he began to gently stroke her golden hair.
"Yes, It will. You must promise to take good care of our little Jack..."
"What else would I do?" they both broke into violent sobs again. Drachma leant over Marty and gently kissed her forehead. Marty was then gone. The little baby, began to scream and Drachma, his face in his hands, slid down his supporting wall and cried silently.
********* Drachma sighed. Fifteen years had passed since then and he still thought about it all the time. He strode boldly onto the deck of his ship the king fisher to congratulate his crew for a good day's work. Drachma was in a very good business with fishing and wouldn't have been without his crew of five, Lucas, Darren, Bowler and his son Jack. His son, sixteen, loved to collect feathers. He had feathers of all kinds, colours, shapes, all contained in one small wooden box. Because he was the youngest aboard, the crew named him "little Jack".
"Well done men. We did well today! We should celebrate our big catch tonight!" exclaimed Drachma, the captain of the small wooden ship.
"Aye Aye Capn'!" the men cheered, all from different posts on the ship. "An' well done son, you did well too! A fine fisherman become you!" he chuckled winking at Jack. "And er, one other thing....." He reached for his behind pocket of his jacket and retrieved a beautiful, long, red and gold feather "I found it ages ago but thought that now would be a good time to give it to you son..."
Jack took the feather and with his face beaming his beautiful smile, he threw his arms around his father's huge body "Thank you father, it's wonderful."
Drachma looked around himself nervously and whispered "Son... please don't go all soppy onboard...." but he wasn't listening and had already pulled away staring with a look of amazement on his face. Drachma was happy that Jack was pleased with his gift. To him it was just some lousy feather, but Jack had always loved to look at and admire them. He held a fascination with feathers.
Drachma raised his eyebrows "Ey Bowler, remember what I told you to do earlier....." Drachma murmured quietly, grabbing hold of his passing crew-mate.
"Aye capn'!" he saluted, running towards the nets, ascending to the sails. The young sailor heaved himself up the netting and slid across to the end of the unsteady mast.
"Ey Little Jack!" he yelled, his hands cupping his mouth. "Come and give us a hand!" Jack was leaning against the railing of the ship's deck turning his new feather around with his fingers, admiring it from every angle. When hearing this he leapt up, caught a little by suprise and burst out-
"Father can I! I am old enough now! I'll be careful! I won't fall off!"
"Yes of course!" he chuckled. Jack hadn't expected his father's response to be so certain and final. He blinked.
"R-really? You'll let me?"
"Heh heh! Just go!" he nudged Jack towards the mast. Jack's smile lit up the entire deck. The deck was getting unusually dark; the crew supposed that it must have been North Ocean's bad day.
"Can you look after my box for me?" he said handing him a small wooden box, the box where his feathers were kept. Drachma took the box with a kind smile as his son poked his feather behind his ear and began to ascend the mast's netting. All the time he was thinking "Wow! He's finally trusting me to do this!"
Drachma watched as his son helped out with the sails. It was a difficult task and he was proud that his son had co-operated along with the rest of the crew so well.
"He's my one and only son. He's all I have left....." He sighed. He knew that he had always been too overprotective before. But he cared about him too much to take any risks... he couldn't lose someone like that again.
Almost suddenly, an amazingly thick mist rolled in, covering everyone with blindness.
"Ey what's going on!" Bowler's voice could be heard, which was closely followed by a gobsmacked Lucas "What the....."
"Father, what-!" Jack cried.
"Now don't you worry wee Jack. I'm in the same situation as you! We'll be fine...!" Bowler reminded Jack that he was also high up at the mast.
"Is everyone all right!?!" Drachma roared, "Jack, Bowler, just stay were you are!" his face retreated to a questioning look as he cried out in an outraged voice " Just what in all of Arcadia......." Then loud footsteps and panting could be heard.
"Capn'! You all right?!"
"Yes we'll be OK"
"Suggestions that we might stop the engines?" It was now clear that the voice belonged to Darren. "And drop anchor if I may say so!" Darren burst into laughter.
Drachma ignored Darren's attempt to be funny, as he had gotton used to his stupid behaviour. But apart from his stupid behaviour, he was an excellent navigator.
Suddenly, a gust of wind attacked the little ship clearing the mist and uncovering the men clinging onto the ship for dear life.
"Jack, Bowler! Get down now!" roared Drachma above the howling wind. The two threw themselves off the masts and immediately grabbed hold of the deck's wooden railing. When the wind had calmed down slightly a huge purple wall appeared right beside the small ship. Everything went amazingly quiet.
"What the......"
Strange patterns were covering the foreign surface, long lines and circles in different purples.
"The....the patterns are moving!" cried Jack.
"They're not patterns... that purple thing is alive!!!" Lucas shrieked. The patterns again moved but more quickly and obviously, and when a gigantic eye drifted past the deck, Darren stumbled backwards, almost knocking Drachma overboard.
"Ahhhh!" Darren shrieked. He was very pale and looked as if he were about to faint
"We're being attacked by a monster!" Bowler's cries could be heard. Drachma studied the humungas creature for several moments and suddenly raised his eyebrow in excitement.
"That be no monster... It's an Archwhale! And a damn big one at that!" exclaimed the wise captain.
"Wow...." the crew were awed.
"Well what are you'll waitin' for!" the crew jumped "This one's gonna make us allot of gold!" Drachma ordered, slapping his fist into his palm.
There was a chorus of "Aye capn'"s and the crew immediately got to their posts. Drachma was in the bridge at the wheel to maintain control of the ship's wheel incase a huge gust of wind were to heave at the ship - he was probably the largest and strongest. Bowler and Jack were attempting to retie the remainders of the sails, and Lucas and Darren were readying the cannons.
After a couple of minutes Darren plodded to the bridge.
"Capn' the cannons are at the ready!"
"Well done! Are the sails up?!" Drachma sounded a much more serious and important tone to his voice.
"Aye Capn'!"
"Good! Then fire at will!"
"Aye!" Darren waddled out to the deck towards the readied cannons "The capn' gave orders to fire away!" Bowler was looking very uncomfortable and was fidgeting with his scarf.
"Good," Lucas grinned a twisted smile, "we'll just have to show this monster that we are the most successful fishermen that ever lived!"
"Hold your fire!" Bowler interrupted him. Lucas held the flaming stick still in the air, holding an expression of a very nasty "yes?"
"This could be somethin' rare! Maybe we should leave i' alone! Or maybe we could put i' ter sleep and......"
"Stop dreamin' bowl-head just do as the capn' says!" Lucas bellowed "Besides, it's about time we started to use these rusty cannons again!"
"Stop fighting and just do as I said!" Darren was red in the face, really rather scared of Lucas getting angry.
The wind's power was increasing dramatically, making it difficult to fire the cannons, but The Kingfisher's cannons remained, plummeting down the purple monster with cannon's fire. After a while-
"Why isn't this baby responding!" Lucas cried, throwing his hands up.
"Look I told you! The monster dosn' want ter fight, it wants ter be left alone!" Bowler protested.
"Like we're gonna do tha'!" Lucas continued at firing the cannons, the rest of the crew followed him... until... the large monster was responding! It suddenly swerved towards the little ship, crashing a devastating noise upon them, breaking up the side of the ship. The ship lost it's control. Drachma's swearing could be heard from inside the bridge.
"See I told you tha' we should have left her alone!" Bowler roared "Now see what'll happn'!" Lucas turned his head and gave Bowler the ugliest look he had ever seen. Their eye contact was lost when the huge monster again swerved towards the ship, this time ripping away a greater amount of The Kingfisher's side.
"Noooo!" Drachma screamed as he saw great limbs of the ship, blowing away in the wind, as if they were crusted leaves on an autumn day. He stared amazed out of the glass window, wandering what he should do. The ship was again completely knocked off course. It was no good, Drachma couldn't regain control of the ship. He would have get the crew inside the bridge and wait in hope for this nightmare to leave them. But no, he would have to try, just once more...
"Come on Kingfisher! Come on baby" he muttered under his breath, although not actually hearing himself above the whipping wind and the continuous screaming of the wooden limbs of the ship. "Come on we can do it!" but just then a huge force pulled him off his feet. But the force hadn't just pulled him over, it had also beheaded the wheel from the steering mechanism.
"Oh holy shit!" Drachma swore loudly, thinking this was just a bad dream, but inside he knew that it wasn't.
His crew! He must go and help his crew! He ran across the unstable room and viciously swung the door open. From there he could see the terrified faces of the three members of his crew. The three!!!
He couldn't speak. It seemed that none of them could. It was as if their voices had been taken away by the wind. The only remaining crew was him, Jack, Bowler and Darren. It appeared that Lucas had been knocked over-board, or maybe blown off. In fact that had allot of supporting evidence as the wind was ferocious. The ship was rocking back and forth and then another huge crash came from the front-hand mast giving way, the result of the archwale's attack.
Darren was clutching for dear life to the wooden railing which rimmed the edge of the deck, the part of the deck that gave way, still holding him. Darren's fearful face disappeared into the darkness of the clouds belonging to deep sky. That was the last they'd ever see of him.
Drachma began to lose hope. But he had to keep some! He was the captain of the ship, he was responsible for his crew and he would try his hardest to keep them alive.
The entire ship was a mere skeleton by now and the wooden boards of the deck held a huge crack dividing Drachma from the terrified Jack and Bowler. The boards were splitting. The ship was breaking up. In fact, it was amazing that The Kingfisher hadn't lost so much altitude already.
Jack and Bowler were perched on the opposite side of the deck to Drachma, on the opposite side of where the boards were breaking up. The young captain didn't have much time. The deck had all most formed itself into some sort of hinge, a hinge that would at any moment swing open and lead his son to his death.
Drachma used the first idea that had come to his head, he would have to keep the opposite side of the deck, or more like half the ship, from snapping like a twig. He seized one of the hooks on the wooden wall, hanging beside his harpoon equipment, and ripped a spare rope which had luckily been misplaced. His hands shaking, he tied the rope to the hook and with all his might, threw the hook towards the railing of the screeching side of the deck. A almost faraway clunk of metal on wood, signified that it had held itself somewhere. He immediately ran into the bridge and swung the other end of the rope around the sliding pole leading to the lower parts of the ship.
The wind had now added rain, plummeting upon them without mercy.
With his hands shielding his face, the brave captain ran back onto the deck. Bowler and Jack remained silent, petrified of moving.
"It's going to be all right, you're not going to fall!" he bellowed above the screaming wind, taking another rope and hook. They were all drenched from the horrific, pelting rain.
The huge Archwhale appeared to be drifting away from the devastated ship, probably satisfied now. But it appeared to be crying. It's depressing calls echoed, and became quieter, and quieter.
The ship gave another huge jolt as Jack's side of the ship began to break away slowly. Sinking further away, the wooden boards snapped once again, leaving a huger crack separating the captain from his remaining crew. This resulted in the newly tied rope to suddenly pull itself straight and tight, obviously the only remaining life-source for the shape of small ship.
Then all of a sudden, Drachma heard another huge whine of his ship, but it was coming from behind him. He swivelled around on the spot and looked around quickly for the cause of the noise. And his eyes found it. The pole from which the other end of the rope was secured to, was moving. Huge cracks surrounded the head of the pole and where getting worse and worse It wasn't long before the pole gave up and completely pulled over, bowing to allow the rope to come free.
And it was as if someone had pulled a plug in his hearing. He jumped for the end of the rope but missed, crashing to the creaked wooden boards. Bowler gave Drachma an honourable look and then closed his eyes and clenched his teeth; he knew what was coming to him. All the while, Jack was sobbing, clutching his new beautiful, red, feather. He held it close to him and squeezed his eyes shut. It was his only comfort left.
The opposite side of the ship began to jump . Then, finally, completely gave way pulling down the two with a few final screeching snaps of the remaining deck.
This would be a part of his life that he would never forget. Jack screaming, squeezing his feather in his hand as if it would let him fly away. But it didn't. He fell down, down into the dark, deep sky, where he would remain forever...
"NOOOO!!!" Drachma's hearing had suddenly returned to him. The floor all around him was snapping, cracking. The whole deck was dangerously giving away. He threw himself up and ran to the bridge.
From the inside of the bridge, he could see cracks veining throughout the walls, spreading quickly like mice fleeing from a hole. He heard a loud creak and looked directly above his head to find the ceiling collapsing he attempted to run towards a small table to take cover, but failed, toppling over a large chunk of already fallen ceiling. Another huge creak and he felt a thunderous pain, roaring through the right-hand side of his body. The screaming room around him faded, faded, and was gone.
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Chapter 2 coming soon! (well that's if I don't die on a ship that has been attacked by a monster) I'm really unhappy with this fic, but I was in a weird mood when I wrote this so um... he he I can just say that I'm like Picasso and my fic is meant to be written all demented! Any way... Good day/ good night/ good afternoon/ good evening/ good morning! and omg!.. When I read this to my friends, only one of them understood what happened! I hope you did!
Hello! Well, one day I was thinking (he he, for once) and I realised that
poor ol' Drachma has sorta been forgotten! So I thought, hey, why not
write something about him... so I did (well duh) and this is basically about... well you'll recognise the story. Please, please read and review!
And Warning! This is quite depressing.
********************************
Drachma's Story
"Marty..." a young, muscular man cried "Please, you've got to be strong."
"Dratchy... I'm sorry, forgive me. It hurts... I don't want to live the rest of my life like this..." answered a young woman lying in the ill-bed. The man kneeling beside her was squeezing her hands. Both were in tears.
"I-I understand. Marty I love you and I always will." Drachma sobbed.
"I know Dratchy!" she cried looking around the small wooden room "Where's my little baby?" Drachma slowly walked towards a small wooden cradle and took a baby in his arms.
"Here he is..." he said, passing the baby to her.
"Oh my baby." she sobbed "You be a good boy and look after your daddy for me." The baby seemed to understand every word as he gave the woman a gentle smile. The mother gently kissed the baby's head and whispered "Oh my little baby, my little Jack...." she sobbed squeezing her eyes shut, holding the baby close to her. Drachma took the baby from her and returned him to his cradle just as he heard her whisper "Dratchy..."
"What is it?!?" he demanded, swivelling round on his heals.
"Eh.... everything's fuzzy...."she cried. The Shock struck him like a dart. He tried to stay calm; he knew that it was his turn to be strong.
He knelt beside her, took her hands and whispered "Hush, everything will be all right....." he began to gently stroke her golden hair.
"Yes, It will. You must promise to take good care of our little Jack..."
"What else would I do?" they both broke into violent sobs again. Drachma leant over Marty and gently kissed her forehead. Marty was then gone. The little baby, began to scream and Drachma, his face in his hands, slid down his supporting wall and cried silently.
********* Drachma sighed. Fifteen years had passed since then and he still thought about it all the time. He strode boldly onto the deck of his ship the king fisher to congratulate his crew for a good day's work. Drachma was in a very good business with fishing and wouldn't have been without his crew of five, Lucas, Darren, Bowler and his son Jack. His son, sixteen, loved to collect feathers. He had feathers of all kinds, colours, shapes, all contained in one small wooden box. Because he was the youngest aboard, the crew named him "little Jack".
"Well done men. We did well today! We should celebrate our big catch tonight!" exclaimed Drachma, the captain of the small wooden ship.
"Aye Aye Capn'!" the men cheered, all from different posts on the ship. "An' well done son, you did well too! A fine fisherman become you!" he chuckled winking at Jack. "And er, one other thing....." He reached for his behind pocket of his jacket and retrieved a beautiful, long, red and gold feather "I found it ages ago but thought that now would be a good time to give it to you son..."
Jack took the feather and with his face beaming his beautiful smile, he threw his arms around his father's huge body "Thank you father, it's wonderful."
Drachma looked around himself nervously and whispered "Son... please don't go all soppy onboard...." but he wasn't listening and had already pulled away staring with a look of amazement on his face. Drachma was happy that Jack was pleased with his gift. To him it was just some lousy feather, but Jack had always loved to look at and admire them. He held a fascination with feathers.
Drachma raised his eyebrows "Ey Bowler, remember what I told you to do earlier....." Drachma murmured quietly, grabbing hold of his passing crew-mate.
"Aye capn'!" he saluted, running towards the nets, ascending to the sails. The young sailor heaved himself up the netting and slid across to the end of the unsteady mast.
"Ey Little Jack!" he yelled, his hands cupping his mouth. "Come and give us a hand!" Jack was leaning against the railing of the ship's deck turning his new feather around with his fingers, admiring it from every angle. When hearing this he leapt up, caught a little by suprise and burst out-
"Father can I! I am old enough now! I'll be careful! I won't fall off!"
"Yes of course!" he chuckled. Jack hadn't expected his father's response to be so certain and final. He blinked.
"R-really? You'll let me?"
"Heh heh! Just go!" he nudged Jack towards the mast. Jack's smile lit up the entire deck. The deck was getting unusually dark; the crew supposed that it must have been North Ocean's bad day.
"Can you look after my box for me?" he said handing him a small wooden box, the box where his feathers were kept. Drachma took the box with a kind smile as his son poked his feather behind his ear and began to ascend the mast's netting. All the time he was thinking "Wow! He's finally trusting me to do this!"
Drachma watched as his son helped out with the sails. It was a difficult task and he was proud that his son had co-operated along with the rest of the crew so well.
"He's my one and only son. He's all I have left....." He sighed. He knew that he had always been too overprotective before. But he cared about him too much to take any risks... he couldn't lose someone like that again.
Almost suddenly, an amazingly thick mist rolled in, covering everyone with blindness.
"Ey what's going on!" Bowler's voice could be heard, which was closely followed by a gobsmacked Lucas "What the....."
"Father, what-!" Jack cried.
"Now don't you worry wee Jack. I'm in the same situation as you! We'll be fine...!" Bowler reminded Jack that he was also high up at the mast.
"Is everyone all right!?!" Drachma roared, "Jack, Bowler, just stay were you are!" his face retreated to a questioning look as he cried out in an outraged voice " Just what in all of Arcadia......." Then loud footsteps and panting could be heard.
"Capn'! You all right?!"
"Yes we'll be OK"
"Suggestions that we might stop the engines?" It was now clear that the voice belonged to Darren. "And drop anchor if I may say so!" Darren burst into laughter.
Drachma ignored Darren's attempt to be funny, as he had gotton used to his stupid behaviour. But apart from his stupid behaviour, he was an excellent navigator.
Suddenly, a gust of wind attacked the little ship clearing the mist and uncovering the men clinging onto the ship for dear life.
"Jack, Bowler! Get down now!" roared Drachma above the howling wind. The two threw themselves off the masts and immediately grabbed hold of the deck's wooden railing. When the wind had calmed down slightly a huge purple wall appeared right beside the small ship. Everything went amazingly quiet.
"What the......"
Strange patterns were covering the foreign surface, long lines and circles in different purples.
"The....the patterns are moving!" cried Jack.
"They're not patterns... that purple thing is alive!!!" Lucas shrieked. The patterns again moved but more quickly and obviously, and when a gigantic eye drifted past the deck, Darren stumbled backwards, almost knocking Drachma overboard.
"Ahhhh!" Darren shrieked. He was very pale and looked as if he were about to faint
"We're being attacked by a monster!" Bowler's cries could be heard. Drachma studied the humungas creature for several moments and suddenly raised his eyebrow in excitement.
"That be no monster... It's an Archwhale! And a damn big one at that!" exclaimed the wise captain.
"Wow...." the crew were awed.
"Well what are you'll waitin' for!" the crew jumped "This one's gonna make us allot of gold!" Drachma ordered, slapping his fist into his palm.
There was a chorus of "Aye capn'"s and the crew immediately got to their posts. Drachma was in the bridge at the wheel to maintain control of the ship's wheel incase a huge gust of wind were to heave at the ship - he was probably the largest and strongest. Bowler and Jack were attempting to retie the remainders of the sails, and Lucas and Darren were readying the cannons.
After a couple of minutes Darren plodded to the bridge.
"Capn' the cannons are at the ready!"
"Well done! Are the sails up?!" Drachma sounded a much more serious and important tone to his voice.
"Aye Capn'!"
"Good! Then fire at will!"
"Aye!" Darren waddled out to the deck towards the readied cannons "The capn' gave orders to fire away!" Bowler was looking very uncomfortable and was fidgeting with his scarf.
"Good," Lucas grinned a twisted smile, "we'll just have to show this monster that we are the most successful fishermen that ever lived!"
"Hold your fire!" Bowler interrupted him. Lucas held the flaming stick still in the air, holding an expression of a very nasty "yes?"
"This could be somethin' rare! Maybe we should leave i' alone! Or maybe we could put i' ter sleep and......"
"Stop dreamin' bowl-head just do as the capn' says!" Lucas bellowed "Besides, it's about time we started to use these rusty cannons again!"
"Stop fighting and just do as I said!" Darren was red in the face, really rather scared of Lucas getting angry.
The wind's power was increasing dramatically, making it difficult to fire the cannons, but The Kingfisher's cannons remained, plummeting down the purple monster with cannon's fire. After a while-
"Why isn't this baby responding!" Lucas cried, throwing his hands up.
"Look I told you! The monster dosn' want ter fight, it wants ter be left alone!" Bowler protested.
"Like we're gonna do tha'!" Lucas continued at firing the cannons, the rest of the crew followed him... until... the large monster was responding! It suddenly swerved towards the little ship, crashing a devastating noise upon them, breaking up the side of the ship. The ship lost it's control. Drachma's swearing could be heard from inside the bridge.
"See I told you tha' we should have left her alone!" Bowler roared "Now see what'll happn'!" Lucas turned his head and gave Bowler the ugliest look he had ever seen. Their eye contact was lost when the huge monster again swerved towards the ship, this time ripping away a greater amount of The Kingfisher's side.
"Noooo!" Drachma screamed as he saw great limbs of the ship, blowing away in the wind, as if they were crusted leaves on an autumn day. He stared amazed out of the glass window, wandering what he should do. The ship was again completely knocked off course. It was no good, Drachma couldn't regain control of the ship. He would have get the crew inside the bridge and wait in hope for this nightmare to leave them. But no, he would have to try, just once more...
"Come on Kingfisher! Come on baby" he muttered under his breath, although not actually hearing himself above the whipping wind and the continuous screaming of the wooden limbs of the ship. "Come on we can do it!" but just then a huge force pulled him off his feet. But the force hadn't just pulled him over, it had also beheaded the wheel from the steering mechanism.
"Oh holy shit!" Drachma swore loudly, thinking this was just a bad dream, but inside he knew that it wasn't.
His crew! He must go and help his crew! He ran across the unstable room and viciously swung the door open. From there he could see the terrified faces of the three members of his crew. The three!!!
He couldn't speak. It seemed that none of them could. It was as if their voices had been taken away by the wind. The only remaining crew was him, Jack, Bowler and Darren. It appeared that Lucas had been knocked over-board, or maybe blown off. In fact that had allot of supporting evidence as the wind was ferocious. The ship was rocking back and forth and then another huge crash came from the front-hand mast giving way, the result of the archwale's attack.
Darren was clutching for dear life to the wooden railing which rimmed the edge of the deck, the part of the deck that gave way, still holding him. Darren's fearful face disappeared into the darkness of the clouds belonging to deep sky. That was the last they'd ever see of him.
Drachma began to lose hope. But he had to keep some! He was the captain of the ship, he was responsible for his crew and he would try his hardest to keep them alive.
The entire ship was a mere skeleton by now and the wooden boards of the deck held a huge crack dividing Drachma from the terrified Jack and Bowler. The boards were splitting. The ship was breaking up. In fact, it was amazing that The Kingfisher hadn't lost so much altitude already.
Jack and Bowler were perched on the opposite side of the deck to Drachma, on the opposite side of where the boards were breaking up. The young captain didn't have much time. The deck had all most formed itself into some sort of hinge, a hinge that would at any moment swing open and lead his son to his death.
Drachma used the first idea that had come to his head, he would have to keep the opposite side of the deck, or more like half the ship, from snapping like a twig. He seized one of the hooks on the wooden wall, hanging beside his harpoon equipment, and ripped a spare rope which had luckily been misplaced. His hands shaking, he tied the rope to the hook and with all his might, threw the hook towards the railing of the screeching side of the deck. A almost faraway clunk of metal on wood, signified that it had held itself somewhere. He immediately ran into the bridge and swung the other end of the rope around the sliding pole leading to the lower parts of the ship.
The wind had now added rain, plummeting upon them without mercy.
With his hands shielding his face, the brave captain ran back onto the deck. Bowler and Jack remained silent, petrified of moving.
"It's going to be all right, you're not going to fall!" he bellowed above the screaming wind, taking another rope and hook. They were all drenched from the horrific, pelting rain.
The huge Archwhale appeared to be drifting away from the devastated ship, probably satisfied now. But it appeared to be crying. It's depressing calls echoed, and became quieter, and quieter.
The ship gave another huge jolt as Jack's side of the ship began to break away slowly. Sinking further away, the wooden boards snapped once again, leaving a huger crack separating the captain from his remaining crew. This resulted in the newly tied rope to suddenly pull itself straight and tight, obviously the only remaining life-source for the shape of small ship.
Then all of a sudden, Drachma heard another huge whine of his ship, but it was coming from behind him. He swivelled around on the spot and looked around quickly for the cause of the noise. And his eyes found it. The pole from which the other end of the rope was secured to, was moving. Huge cracks surrounded the head of the pole and where getting worse and worse It wasn't long before the pole gave up and completely pulled over, bowing to allow the rope to come free.
And it was as if someone had pulled a plug in his hearing. He jumped for the end of the rope but missed, crashing to the creaked wooden boards. Bowler gave Drachma an honourable look and then closed his eyes and clenched his teeth; he knew what was coming to him. All the while, Jack was sobbing, clutching his new beautiful, red, feather. He held it close to him and squeezed his eyes shut. It was his only comfort left.
The opposite side of the ship began to jump . Then, finally, completely gave way pulling down the two with a few final screeching snaps of the remaining deck.
This would be a part of his life that he would never forget. Jack screaming, squeezing his feather in his hand as if it would let him fly away. But it didn't. He fell down, down into the dark, deep sky, where he would remain forever...
"NOOOO!!!" Drachma's hearing had suddenly returned to him. The floor all around him was snapping, cracking. The whole deck was dangerously giving away. He threw himself up and ran to the bridge.
From the inside of the bridge, he could see cracks veining throughout the walls, spreading quickly like mice fleeing from a hole. He heard a loud creak and looked directly above his head to find the ceiling collapsing he attempted to run towards a small table to take cover, but failed, toppling over a large chunk of already fallen ceiling. Another huge creak and he felt a thunderous pain, roaring through the right-hand side of his body. The screaming room around him faded, faded, and was gone.
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Chapter 2 coming soon! (well that's if I don't die on a ship that has been attacked by a monster) I'm really unhappy with this fic, but I was in a weird mood when I wrote this so um... he he I can just say that I'm like Picasso and my fic is meant to be written all demented! Any way... Good day/ good night/ good afternoon/ good evening/ good morning! and omg!.. When I read this to my friends, only one of them understood what happened! I hope you did!