I'm starting to get sick of saying this, but....
I don't own Big O
I don't own the characters
I am not making money
Lawyers, begone!
Roger had never thought that androids could get seasick. Then again, he had never thought them capable of love, emotion, taste, and all the other varieties of things he had found them to be quite adept at.
Seasickness was, lamentably, one of those things.
Dorothy could have sworn Roger was slightly green as he leaned over the railing. "Roger, I don't see what's so bad about sailing." She leaned back against the rail, spreading her arms. "I actually like the fresh air. The sounds of the sea. Wave after wave, gently bobbing the boat back and forth, back and forth, back and forth..."
Roger groaned and leaned further over the railing. Dorothy just smirked and rolled her eyes.
"Ship off the starboard!"
Roger sprang to his feet, any trace of seasickness gone in an instant. He looked around energetically across the waves. "Where is it? I don't see it!"
Dorothy gently pulled his arm and turned him around. "It's over this way. Starboard is the *right* side of the ship."
"Oh...I knew that." Dorothy just gave him a look. "I knew that! Really, I did! Dorothy!"
The Paradigm vessel was a dirty grey, partially covered in grime. It was a seaworthy ship, though, and was holding its own against the waves. The angels brought their ship to a stop not far away.
Roger studied the other boat through binoculars. Dorothy achieved the same effect by utilizing the zoom lenses in her eyes, which Roger hadn't quite gotten the trick of yet.
"Looks like they're setting up some sort of equipment...I can't quite make it out..." He adjusted the binoculars slightly. "If that one brute would just move a little...there! I knew it!" Roger put the binoculars down. "It's a submersible, just like the one Readerman built!" He looked through the binoculars again. "Wait a moment...that is the one Readerman built! I even reckognize the damage from our little underwater joyride!"
"Roger, I think they have noticed us." Dorothy pointed further up the ship's length. "Those two men are pointing and shouting."
Roger looked at the two she had identified. "You're right. Now they're pulling something up...GET DOWN!!" He grabbed Dorothy and dragged her to the deck just as bullets from the gatling gun the men had been handling sprayed the ship's side. Roger crawled forward, but Dorothy stayed put for a moment. A bullet richocheting off the deck just in front of her nose changed her mind.
The angels got one of their own weapons unveiled and began to return fire. The two boats came alongside, firing at point-blank into each others' flanks. Roger crawled up the deck to a door, reached up to swing it open, and held it long enough for Dorothy to make it inside.
The angels broke off their attack in lieu of a rapidly approaching storm. The dark, ominous thunderheads rushed out towards the ship at an alarming speed. Roger didn't like the looks of them one bit. "Will we make it back to shore in time?"
The captain of the ship turned. "We can't be sure. The wind is towards our side, hindering us. We could turn into it, which would give us a better chance of riding out the storm, or we could turn with it, which would carry us ahead of the storm until it died down."
Dorothy frowned. "But there is no way we could know how long the storm would drive us before it."
"Aye." The captain studied the charts for a moment. "I'm turning into the storm. There's no better way to make it through, and we're not far from shore."
"You're the captain." Roger again looked out at the thunderheads, with a feeling deep inside him that something terrible would happen.
He was right. A mere twenty minutes later, the ship was in amongst thirty-foot waves and rapidly taking on water. The captain gave the call to abandon ship. All along its length, angels came up on deck and took to the air, soaring away towards shore. Roger and Dorothy struggled with the one and only life-raft, trying to get it into the water. They looked up just in time to see a huge wave sweep them off the ship and into the sea.
Given that they both were made of near-solid metal, the two of them sunk very fast. The grasped each other's hand the whole way down, until their feet sank up to their knees in the mud. All was dark.
Then Dorothy turned on the lamp in her hairband, and saw Roger's face hovering before her. His lips moved, but no sound reached her ears. They gestured wildly for a moment, trying to communicate, but to no avail. While they could operate efficiently underwater, the speaker and hearing systems apparently couldn't.
Still clutching hands, they began to walk steadily towards what they thought was shore, but was in reality a line straight towards the deepest sea.
I don't own Big O
I don't own the characters
I am not making money
Lawyers, begone!
Roger had never thought that androids could get seasick. Then again, he had never thought them capable of love, emotion, taste, and all the other varieties of things he had found them to be quite adept at.
Seasickness was, lamentably, one of those things.
Dorothy could have sworn Roger was slightly green as he leaned over the railing. "Roger, I don't see what's so bad about sailing." She leaned back against the rail, spreading her arms. "I actually like the fresh air. The sounds of the sea. Wave after wave, gently bobbing the boat back and forth, back and forth, back and forth..."
Roger groaned and leaned further over the railing. Dorothy just smirked and rolled her eyes.
"Ship off the starboard!"
Roger sprang to his feet, any trace of seasickness gone in an instant. He looked around energetically across the waves. "Where is it? I don't see it!"
Dorothy gently pulled his arm and turned him around. "It's over this way. Starboard is the *right* side of the ship."
"Oh...I knew that." Dorothy just gave him a look. "I knew that! Really, I did! Dorothy!"
The Paradigm vessel was a dirty grey, partially covered in grime. It was a seaworthy ship, though, and was holding its own against the waves. The angels brought their ship to a stop not far away.
Roger studied the other boat through binoculars. Dorothy achieved the same effect by utilizing the zoom lenses in her eyes, which Roger hadn't quite gotten the trick of yet.
"Looks like they're setting up some sort of equipment...I can't quite make it out..." He adjusted the binoculars slightly. "If that one brute would just move a little...there! I knew it!" Roger put the binoculars down. "It's a submersible, just like the one Readerman built!" He looked through the binoculars again. "Wait a moment...that is the one Readerman built! I even reckognize the damage from our little underwater joyride!"
"Roger, I think they have noticed us." Dorothy pointed further up the ship's length. "Those two men are pointing and shouting."
Roger looked at the two she had identified. "You're right. Now they're pulling something up...GET DOWN!!" He grabbed Dorothy and dragged her to the deck just as bullets from the gatling gun the men had been handling sprayed the ship's side. Roger crawled forward, but Dorothy stayed put for a moment. A bullet richocheting off the deck just in front of her nose changed her mind.
The angels got one of their own weapons unveiled and began to return fire. The two boats came alongside, firing at point-blank into each others' flanks. Roger crawled up the deck to a door, reached up to swing it open, and held it long enough for Dorothy to make it inside.
The angels broke off their attack in lieu of a rapidly approaching storm. The dark, ominous thunderheads rushed out towards the ship at an alarming speed. Roger didn't like the looks of them one bit. "Will we make it back to shore in time?"
The captain of the ship turned. "We can't be sure. The wind is towards our side, hindering us. We could turn into it, which would give us a better chance of riding out the storm, or we could turn with it, which would carry us ahead of the storm until it died down."
Dorothy frowned. "But there is no way we could know how long the storm would drive us before it."
"Aye." The captain studied the charts for a moment. "I'm turning into the storm. There's no better way to make it through, and we're not far from shore."
"You're the captain." Roger again looked out at the thunderheads, with a feeling deep inside him that something terrible would happen.
He was right. A mere twenty minutes later, the ship was in amongst thirty-foot waves and rapidly taking on water. The captain gave the call to abandon ship. All along its length, angels came up on deck and took to the air, soaring away towards shore. Roger and Dorothy struggled with the one and only life-raft, trying to get it into the water. They looked up just in time to see a huge wave sweep them off the ship and into the sea.
Given that they both were made of near-solid metal, the two of them sunk very fast. The grasped each other's hand the whole way down, until their feet sank up to their knees in the mud. All was dark.
Then Dorothy turned on the lamp in her hairband, and saw Roger's face hovering before her. His lips moved, but no sound reached her ears. They gestured wildly for a moment, trying to communicate, but to no avail. While they could operate efficiently underwater, the speaker and hearing systems apparently couldn't.
Still clutching hands, they began to walk steadily towards what they thought was shore, but was in reality a line straight towards the deepest sea.