Love remains hidden

by Hardtreads

"As a child I was told about the stories of the ghostly Flying Dutchman, and her bloodthirsty Captain. And I dreamed of what it would be like to sail just one day on the Dutchman... But sometimes dreams come to reality." Lydia Grey. OC. A 'to be' clean romance and adventure novel. Currently only scenes that I will eventually turn into a story. Full details inside. Hope you enjoy!

37. Opening chapter part 2

HEYA TO ALL! This chapter is a follow on from 'The Old Sea Trader Opening chapter part1'. 'The Old Sea Trader and The Kraken' scene also follows on from this one, so you can read them all together! This scene will also have no 'Setting the scene:' for the same reason as the scene before this one does not. I hope you all enjoy, and reviews will be very much welcomed!

Note: I have also added a few changes to the first paragraph of 'The Old Sea Trader and The Kraken' scene.

Scene 37:

Wrote: 7.11.12- 10.11.12

"TO STATIONS!" yelled the first mate again. "ROLL OUT THE CANNONS! GIVE IT ALL YE GO-" another giant tentacle broke the surface of the water and dragged the screaming first mate to his watery death from behind. The bell he was ringing stopped abruptly, and the rope he used to ring it swung limply, causing random sharp notes to sound.

"CONTINUE TO DEFEND THE MASTS!" the Captain ordered pulling his cutlass from his belt, before he too was suddenly dragged to his death, screaming. I moved myself to the centre of the main deck, away from the rails, and looked frantically from left to right to make sure a tentacle could not grab me from behind. Below decks the sound of breaking wood, screams, and the metallic clatter of cannons clashing together could be heard, and I dreaded to think what was happening down there.

My heart was racing, and it picked up more beats than I ever thought possible when more giant tentacles attacked the crew. The sounds of screaming, pistol shots, and the occasional cannon fire sounded all around as the Kraken attacked The Old Sea Trader and her crew.

I watched the tentacles slither their way across the main deck wrapping around the legs of unaware crew members, and also breaking anything they could in their path.

I fell over backwards and covered my face slightly as a tentacle smashed up through the deck in front of me and caused wood splinters to fly in my direction. I scrambled to my feet, and viciously threw the spear I was holding at it as the tentacle came my way, causing it to writhe in pain and head back down the hole it had recently created.

I was suddenly knocked to the floor, hard, as crew member, grasped by one of the many tentacles, was lifted off his feet and knocked into me. I fell on my side and slide along the floor a few yards, and I only came to a halt when my back smashed into the main mast. A sharp pain passed down my spine, and I gave a yelp of pain. I quickly overcame the pain though and stood, pulling my cutlass from its sheath on my belt as I did so.

I moved away from the main mast as a tentacle came slithering across the floor behind it. It was coming for me. The tentacle rose vertically and moved rather much like a Cobra towards me, striking here and there. I desperately swung my sword at the tentacle, trying to keep it away from me, to prevent it from pulling me to my death. I didn't notice the tentacle slithering towards me from behind, I only noticed it when it wrapped around my left arm and dragged me across the main deck.

I screamed, and in a desperate attempt to get free I swung my sword at the tentacle and... the tip came clean off, blood spurting from the stump. An angered hiss of pain sounded from under the waves, and the tentacle retreated faster than it had dragged me. I pushed the tip of the tentacle that was around my wrist and forearm off me and onto the floor.

I stood, shaken, and looked down at the sucker shaped bruises forming around my forearm and wrist, blood was seeping from the circles. I turned my attention back onto what was happening around me.

I looked up and the first thing I saw was a tentacle coming horizontally at me. I ducked, but it hit me straight in the stomach, and I was pushed violently backwards. I was winded, and was pushed towards the hatch that leads to the cargo hold. I tried to keep my balance as I was on the edge, and not fall down the hatch, but I couldn't, and I suddenly fell.

The last thing I saw were the giant tentacles wrapping around the masts and snapping them like twig, the masts landing on the deck and causing wood splinters to fly everywhere. The moaning sound of The Old Sea Trader reached my ears as she was slowly crushed. I bumped my head on the way down and ... lost my consciousness.