Chapter 2: Deep-Sea trouble
It was a beautiful day in the middle of the Demon Sea. Captain Reimer was on the deck of his massive ship having a brisk walk, the sun beating down on his face. He felt like having a drink. His first mate, Christopher, was lecturing a fellow shipmate about how to properly swab the deck. Christopher was a rather fat man with rather short and flabby arms. Every time he moved them they'd jiggle uncontrollably. There had been a few jokes about his arms that past from shipmate to shipmate. Some of them were even quite funny. But, despite the fact that the crew teased him a bit, they all had great respect for him.
Reimer reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of cheap, but very effective, whiskey. He pulled out the cork, put the bottle to his lips, tilted it back, and let the sweet liquor spill into his mouth and go down his throat. It hit his stomach with a boom that felt so good at this time of day. He finished two big gulps in no time. In the middle of his third gulp, a crew member in the crow's nest shouted, "Ship Ahoy!!" Reimer spat out the whiskey and scanned the water for the ship. It's not wise to get drunk before a plundering, thought Reimer as he turned around to see if the ship was over there, and it was. The ship was definitely the most beautiful ship they had come across. The hull was painted a light shade of blue. It had a figurehead in the shape of a beautiful lady. And the sails looked as if they were made out of silk. But that would be silly, thought Reimer, silk wouldn't last long in these windy seas.
"It looks like it will be an easy one," said Christopher as he approached Reimer. "Don't you think so, too captain." "Yes it does," replied Reimer. And it did look easy. It was a pretty good sized ship with one thing missing: a crew. No one was in the crow's nest, no one was at the wheel, and no one was swabbing the deck. Not a single person, excluding the figurehead, was visible.
"Oi Cap'n!" said a crewmember, "where's the friggin' crew?"
"Probably went below," said Reimer.
"We'd best be careful, Cap'n," said the crewmember. "No one sane would leave a beautiful ship like this unguarded in these waters."
"Thank you, Roger," said Reimer, "I'll keep that in mind."
The closer they got to the ship, Reimer's feeling of confusion soon changed into fear. While examining the exterior of the ship, he became increasingly fascinated with the figurehead. It looked so real that he thought that if he cut it blood would gush out. He examined the face. It looked smooth and beautiful. Her hair was colored a light blue, just like her dress. Her eyes shined like sapphire gems with a diamond in the middle. I'll have someone remove those before we leave, thought Reimer. And just as soon as he thought that, the eyes shifted position and were pointed toward him.
A bolt of terror ran up and down his spine. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up and his arms were covered with goose bumps. His eyes were growing larger as if the figurehead had put him under a trance. The figurehead's left arm began to move as if to grab him. Reimer, petrified with fear, could only watch as its hand came closer and closer. Christopher put a hand on Reimer's shoulder.
"Are you okay, Sir?" asked Christopher.
Reimer's face turned white.
Christopher shook Reimer just a bit. Reimer jumped as if he had been spooked. "Sir," said Christopher, "are you alright?" Reimer was breathing heavily. He looked at Christopher then glanced back at the figurehead. It was back in its position. "Yeah," said Reimer, "yeah, I'm fine." It was all in my head, he thought. Yeah, it was all in my head. Reimer let out a deep sigh and gave the order to board.
When he first stepped on the ship, there was a feeling of uneasiness. It was as if someone wanted them to find this ship. "Hey Cap'n!" yelled Roger, "those are some nice sails. Want me to take 'em down?"
"Go ahead."
Reimer waited patiently as Roger cut the ropes that held the sails to the mast. When the last rope was cut, Reimer noticed something in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw the figurehead, only it wasn't a figurehead anymore. It was an actual woman. Its eye's glowing a bright white. Its hair moving in the breeze. Reimer blinked and she was gone.
The sail fell on top of Reimer. Covering him in a white blanket that was made of…silk? Reimer grabbed the sail and examined it. It was made of silk. But how could silk be strong enough to withstand the force of strong ocean winds, thought Reimer. He pulled out his sword and slashed at the sail. It wasn't ripping. Whatever it was, it wasn't silk. But it IS silk, thought Reimer.
"Everything Okay Cap'n?" shouted Roger.
Reimer felt a bit confused. How could silk be that strong? What kind of ship is this, anyway?
"Cap'n?" shouted Roger.
"Everything's alright," replied Reimer. But it's silk…
Inside the ship, things were not so disturbing. The walls were made of pine, really expensive looking pine that filled the hallways with the smell of (you guessed it) pine trees. "WE HIT THE JACKPOT!!" shouted one of the crewmembers. Reimer went to see what all the fuss was about. He walked to the man who shouted. "What's all the fuss about, Dick?" asked Reimer. "We've hit the mother load Cap'n," replied Dick. "Look."
Dick pointed into the room he just opened and giggled. Reimer looked and was amazed at what he saw. The room was full of gold, gemstones, and even more gold. For a few moments, Reimer was speechless. Dick's giggle soon turned into a laugh. Reimer turned to the crew gave the orders to take the gold and gems back to the ship. "Now this is the one of the biggest…" said Reimer before being interrupted by another one of Dick's shouts. "Cap'n! This room is filled with even more gold!"
Reimer rushed towards the room Dick was at. Dick was right. There was more gold here than in the other room. "Check the other rooms, Dick and see if they have gold in them, too," said Reimer.
"Aye Cap'n!"
This was unbelievable, all the rooms they opened were full of gold in every shape and size: coins, crowns, necklaces, chains, scepters, swords, you name it. There was so much gold that Reimer thought the crew would be loading it onto the ship until sunrise the next morning. But where was the crew? They searched all over the ship, they found more gold then they could imagine, but no crew.
Reimer walked back up to the weather deck and watched as his men carry the gold to ship. "Uhh…captain," said a voice from behind. Reimer knew the voice all too well. It was Jason, the ship's cabin boy, who always ran up to him and shouted in a cheery voice, "What can I do to help, Sir?" But his voice wasn't cheery this time.
Reimer turned around and saw something he wasn't expecting. Jason looked like an old man who had just ran a thousand miles without rest. And that was very odd because he was only nineteen. "Sweet Jesus!" said Reimer, "what the hell happened to you, Jason." Jason looked at Reimer with eyes that said I saw something, something horribly wrong. "I…I think I found out where the crew is," said Jason with a voice that matched his haggard face. "Well, where are they then?" asked Reimer.
"In the gold."
"In the gold?"
"I know it sounds strange, but they're in the gold. They're…they're hiding, sir."
"What the hell are you talking about, Jason? That's impossible."
But Jason didn't think so. He looked at Reimer like it would be his last time seeing his face. During his time as cabin boy, he has displayed signs that he had psychic abilities: he would predict when a storm would hit and be right, he'd answer questions before people got the chance to actually say it. Reimer had just dismissed it as just dumb luck, but he was starting to take it back.
"I think we should leave all our gold on this ship and sail away as fast as we can," said Jason, his voice hoarse and shaky. "Don't be silly, Jason," said Reimer, "This is the biggest load of gold we've ever taken. With all this gold, everyone will get a pay raise. The entire crew has been looking forward to that and I can't just take it away from them now."
Reimer turned away and started to walk towards his ship when Jason grabbed his left wrist and squeezed it with strength beyond that of humans. Reimer winced in pain and fell to his knees. Jason's eyes were glowing crimson red. His face, no longer that of an old man, was now the face of a maniac. "I don't think you heard me, captain," said Jason in a menacing voice. "Dump your Gold and leave!" Aside from squeezing his wrist, Jason was squeezing something very tightly in his left hand. There was a sudden click sound.
"Let go of the captain, boy." It was Christopher, and he was pointing a pistol at Jason's head. Christopher took a few steps forward. The pistol was now close enough to Jason that he could smell the gun powder. "I said, 'let him go.' Unless you want your brains splattered all over the place. Now, let him g…"
Jason let go of Reimer's wrist and motioned to hit the pistol out of Christopher's hands, but was too slow. Christopher pulled the trigger and sent a bullet right between Jason's eyes. The crew members that were carrying gold turned in the direction of the shot. Jason's head flung backward and he landed on his back. His left hand opened and a gold coin fell on the floor. "What in the bloody hell was that all about, sir?" asked Christopher. Reimer stood up, not taking his eyes off Jason's corpse. "He wanted me to move all our gold onto this ship," replied Reimer.
"That's crazy," said Christopher.
"I know." Reimer let out a sigh. "I know."
Reimer and Christopher headed back to the ship when a noise from behind froze them in their tracks. It was a snarling sound. A sound an animal would make before and attack. They both turned around and saw Jason on all fours. Eyes gone white, mouth open, showing two rows of sharp, jagged teeth, hands that resembled claws, and blood, green blood, gushing from his bullet wound. Reimer and Christopher were starring into his…its eyes, terrified at what it was thinking behind them. Moments later, they heard snarling sound around them. All the crewmembers that were handling gold have begun to morph into monsters, just like Jason.
He must have been right, thought Reimer, the crew of the ship must have been ghosts. They must have been hiding in he gold, waiting for someone to take it so they could have a physical body to inhabit. "It's been a pleasure working for you, captain," said Christopher with a terrified voice. "Christopher, listen to me carefully," whispered Reimer, "run…NOW!" Christopher bolted for the door that led deeper into the ship. Reimer soon caught up. Jason was quickly on their tail. The others joined, too.
For a somewhat fat man, Christopher could run. Both of them ran through hallways, through doors, and into compartments, trying their hardest to lose them. But it was useless. They had already gotten their sent, and could now track them anywhere on board. They were moving as fast as they could. They turned left, they turned right, they knocked down furniture in hopes of slowing them down. They were starting to tire out when they saw what looked like their only chance for survival: a watertight door that led to the storage area. They Reimer pulled the latch to open the door and let Christopher in, but he wouldn't go in.
"Sir," he said, "you go on ahead. I'll just slow you down." Christopher leaned against the wall and pulled a stick of dynamite from his jacket. "What are you doing!?" shouted Reimer, tears were coming out of his eyes. He had traveled Christopher for over ten years and he never imagined him doing something like this. "I'm improving your chance of survival, sir," replied Christopher. "Now, go on before I light it." Reimer nodded and went inside, locking the door and putting his sword in between the dogs to keep them from moving. He stared at the door and started to cry. He'd never see his good friend again.
Christopher reached into his pocket and pulled out a match. At least I'll go out with a bang, thought Christopher. He let out a laugh and struck the match against the wall and lit the fuse. In the distance, he heard the sound of rabid beasts getting closer and closer. He was petrified with fear. This was the end for him, no way out, he was going to die and he was sure of it. The fact that he was going to die made him shake. As the sound became even louder, the match burned his finger. "Ow! Son of a b…" Holy Shit! The fuse is almost gone! If it blows here the door would be gone and the captain would be doomed.
Christopher ran away from the door as fast as he could. Nine paces later, Jason's dead monster body turned the corner and fixed his gaze on Christopher. The sight of Jason made his legs go numb. Jason ran at Christopher like a wolf. Christopher was so scared that he collapsed. The stick of dynamite fell out of his hand and rolled on the floor. More former pirates turned the corner and dashed towards Christopher. Jason leapt on top of Christopher's body and started slashing at him. Christopher's face was covered in his blood. Jason sunk his teeth into Christopher's neck. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Christopher moved what was left of his eye in the direction the stick of dynamite was in. Your time is up you ugly bastard, he though. But when he saw the stick he was more afraid than he'd ever been in his life. The dynamite was soaked in blood, fuse and all. Reimer's going to die, was hammered into his mind and he began to cry, tears were replaced with blood. He let out one final sob as Jason bit into his skull, killing him. Jason let out one loud howl and narrowed his eyes on the door.
The howl made Reimer feel like something went wrong. There was supposed to be an explosion, he thought. Reimer knew that Christopher was now dead. He must find a way to get out. Reimer turned around and saw someone who he knew he'd run into eventually. It was the lady who was on the front of the boat disguised as a figurehead. He was filled with anger. "What are you?" shouted Reimer. The figurehead lady began to laugh. "I'm shocked that you don't know who I am," she said. "All the best tales you tell your crew have me in them, with a full description: flowing blue hair, milky white skin, trim figure, and eyes that can pierce the soul and fill it with pure terror.
Reimer's mouth was wide open. He was more frightened than he had been just minutes ago. For years, he told tales as if that was all they were, tales. But here he was, standing in front of the Devil of the Sea, the Satan of the oceans: Deep-Sea Dolphin. "But why my crew?" asked Reimer, "Take me. I'm the one who gave them the order to board. I'm the one who should take the punishment." Dolphin looked at him and smiled. "But you are being punished," she said, "and punished severely. Because you gave the order and doomed your whole crew, you take the blame. You are responsible for the loss of fifty human beings. Men with families, men who have…had lives. And that will be stuck on your conscience until the day you die, and you will welcome it."
Reimer couldn't believe what he was hearing. He would be suffering a fate far worse than anything that he could possibly imagine. "But you will not die," said Deep-Sea. "You will be given eternal life and be forced to sail the seas. Forever feeling the pain you've caused yourself. But you will not be alone on your punishment. You will be accompanied by gold; gold coins, gold bars, gold crowns, gold swords, gold staffs, even gold books. The very gold that you sent your crew to take when you damned their soul. And beside the gold, you will have your old crew back. A mix of dead and undead. And if you even think about returning to shore, your load will be doubled. Making your ship move slower and easier to be attacked by other pirates. Then your ship will be warped to another part of the sea, far from any land. And if, or should I say when you get attacked by other pirates, each one that steps on board will be attacked and killed by a member of your crew. And you will be responsible for their deaths as well." Dolphin let out a high pitched laugh that nearly burst Reimer's eardrums. He closed his eyes and covered his ears.
"AAHHHH!!!!" screamed Reimer as he sprang up from his bed. He was covered in sweat and breathing in deeply. Oh God, he thought. It was all just a dream. Slowly, his door began to open. "Captain?" It was Christopher's voice. The sound of it gave Reimer a bit of relief.
"Are you okay, captain?" asked Christopher.
"Yeah…" replied Reimer, "yeah, I'm fine."
"Good…because there's a ship approaching."
Reimer's door swung open with great speed. He quickly turned his head towards it and became petrified with fear. Standing in the doorway was a very dead looking Christopher with claw marks all over him and a huge bite mark on his throat. Reimer's life was never the same again.
It was a beautiful day in the middle of the Demon Sea. Captain Reimer was on the deck of his massive ship having a brisk walk, the sun beating down on his face. He felt like having a drink. His first mate, Christopher, was lecturing a fellow shipmate about how to properly swab the deck. Christopher was a rather fat man with rather short and flabby arms. Every time he moved them they'd jiggle uncontrollably. There had been a few jokes about his arms that past from shipmate to shipmate. Some of them were even quite funny. But, despite the fact that the crew teased him a bit, they all had great respect for him.
Reimer reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of cheap, but very effective, whiskey. He pulled out the cork, put the bottle to his lips, tilted it back, and let the sweet liquor spill into his mouth and go down his throat. It hit his stomach with a boom that felt so good at this time of day. He finished two big gulps in no time. In the middle of his third gulp, a crew member in the crow's nest shouted, "Ship Ahoy!!" Reimer spat out the whiskey and scanned the water for the ship. It's not wise to get drunk before a plundering, thought Reimer as he turned around to see if the ship was over there, and it was. The ship was definitely the most beautiful ship they had come across. The hull was painted a light shade of blue. It had a figurehead in the shape of a beautiful lady. And the sails looked as if they were made out of silk. But that would be silly, thought Reimer, silk wouldn't last long in these windy seas.
"It looks like it will be an easy one," said Christopher as he approached Reimer. "Don't you think so, too captain." "Yes it does," replied Reimer. And it did look easy. It was a pretty good sized ship with one thing missing: a crew. No one was in the crow's nest, no one was at the wheel, and no one was swabbing the deck. Not a single person, excluding the figurehead, was visible.
"Oi Cap'n!" said a crewmember, "where's the friggin' crew?"
"Probably went below," said Reimer.
"We'd best be careful, Cap'n," said the crewmember. "No one sane would leave a beautiful ship like this unguarded in these waters."
"Thank you, Roger," said Reimer, "I'll keep that in mind."
The closer they got to the ship, Reimer's feeling of confusion soon changed into fear. While examining the exterior of the ship, he became increasingly fascinated with the figurehead. It looked so real that he thought that if he cut it blood would gush out. He examined the face. It looked smooth and beautiful. Her hair was colored a light blue, just like her dress. Her eyes shined like sapphire gems with a diamond in the middle. I'll have someone remove those before we leave, thought Reimer. And just as soon as he thought that, the eyes shifted position and were pointed toward him.
A bolt of terror ran up and down his spine. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up and his arms were covered with goose bumps. His eyes were growing larger as if the figurehead had put him under a trance. The figurehead's left arm began to move as if to grab him. Reimer, petrified with fear, could only watch as its hand came closer and closer. Christopher put a hand on Reimer's shoulder.
"Are you okay, Sir?" asked Christopher.
Reimer's face turned white.
Christopher shook Reimer just a bit. Reimer jumped as if he had been spooked. "Sir," said Christopher, "are you alright?" Reimer was breathing heavily. He looked at Christopher then glanced back at the figurehead. It was back in its position. "Yeah," said Reimer, "yeah, I'm fine." It was all in my head, he thought. Yeah, it was all in my head. Reimer let out a deep sigh and gave the order to board.
When he first stepped on the ship, there was a feeling of uneasiness. It was as if someone wanted them to find this ship. "Hey Cap'n!" yelled Roger, "those are some nice sails. Want me to take 'em down?"
"Go ahead."
Reimer waited patiently as Roger cut the ropes that held the sails to the mast. When the last rope was cut, Reimer noticed something in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw the figurehead, only it wasn't a figurehead anymore. It was an actual woman. Its eye's glowing a bright white. Its hair moving in the breeze. Reimer blinked and she was gone.
The sail fell on top of Reimer. Covering him in a white blanket that was made of…silk? Reimer grabbed the sail and examined it. It was made of silk. But how could silk be strong enough to withstand the force of strong ocean winds, thought Reimer. He pulled out his sword and slashed at the sail. It wasn't ripping. Whatever it was, it wasn't silk. But it IS silk, thought Reimer.
"Everything Okay Cap'n?" shouted Roger.
Reimer felt a bit confused. How could silk be that strong? What kind of ship is this, anyway?
"Cap'n?" shouted Roger.
"Everything's alright," replied Reimer. But it's silk…
Inside the ship, things were not so disturbing. The walls were made of pine, really expensive looking pine that filled the hallways with the smell of (you guessed it) pine trees. "WE HIT THE JACKPOT!!" shouted one of the crewmembers. Reimer went to see what all the fuss was about. He walked to the man who shouted. "What's all the fuss about, Dick?" asked Reimer. "We've hit the mother load Cap'n," replied Dick. "Look."
Dick pointed into the room he just opened and giggled. Reimer looked and was amazed at what he saw. The room was full of gold, gemstones, and even more gold. For a few moments, Reimer was speechless. Dick's giggle soon turned into a laugh. Reimer turned to the crew gave the orders to take the gold and gems back to the ship. "Now this is the one of the biggest…" said Reimer before being interrupted by another one of Dick's shouts. "Cap'n! This room is filled with even more gold!"
Reimer rushed towards the room Dick was at. Dick was right. There was more gold here than in the other room. "Check the other rooms, Dick and see if they have gold in them, too," said Reimer.
"Aye Cap'n!"
This was unbelievable, all the rooms they opened were full of gold in every shape and size: coins, crowns, necklaces, chains, scepters, swords, you name it. There was so much gold that Reimer thought the crew would be loading it onto the ship until sunrise the next morning. But where was the crew? They searched all over the ship, they found more gold then they could imagine, but no crew.
Reimer walked back up to the weather deck and watched as his men carry the gold to ship. "Uhh…captain," said a voice from behind. Reimer knew the voice all too well. It was Jason, the ship's cabin boy, who always ran up to him and shouted in a cheery voice, "What can I do to help, Sir?" But his voice wasn't cheery this time.
Reimer turned around and saw something he wasn't expecting. Jason looked like an old man who had just ran a thousand miles without rest. And that was very odd because he was only nineteen. "Sweet Jesus!" said Reimer, "what the hell happened to you, Jason." Jason looked at Reimer with eyes that said I saw something, something horribly wrong. "I…I think I found out where the crew is," said Jason with a voice that matched his haggard face. "Well, where are they then?" asked Reimer.
"In the gold."
"In the gold?"
"I know it sounds strange, but they're in the gold. They're…they're hiding, sir."
"What the hell are you talking about, Jason? That's impossible."
But Jason didn't think so. He looked at Reimer like it would be his last time seeing his face. During his time as cabin boy, he has displayed signs that he had psychic abilities: he would predict when a storm would hit and be right, he'd answer questions before people got the chance to actually say it. Reimer had just dismissed it as just dumb luck, but he was starting to take it back.
"I think we should leave all our gold on this ship and sail away as fast as we can," said Jason, his voice hoarse and shaky. "Don't be silly, Jason," said Reimer, "This is the biggest load of gold we've ever taken. With all this gold, everyone will get a pay raise. The entire crew has been looking forward to that and I can't just take it away from them now."
Reimer turned away and started to walk towards his ship when Jason grabbed his left wrist and squeezed it with strength beyond that of humans. Reimer winced in pain and fell to his knees. Jason's eyes were glowing crimson red. His face, no longer that of an old man, was now the face of a maniac. "I don't think you heard me, captain," said Jason in a menacing voice. "Dump your Gold and leave!" Aside from squeezing his wrist, Jason was squeezing something very tightly in his left hand. There was a sudden click sound.
"Let go of the captain, boy." It was Christopher, and he was pointing a pistol at Jason's head. Christopher took a few steps forward. The pistol was now close enough to Jason that he could smell the gun powder. "I said, 'let him go.' Unless you want your brains splattered all over the place. Now, let him g…"
Jason let go of Reimer's wrist and motioned to hit the pistol out of Christopher's hands, but was too slow. Christopher pulled the trigger and sent a bullet right between Jason's eyes. The crew members that were carrying gold turned in the direction of the shot. Jason's head flung backward and he landed on his back. His left hand opened and a gold coin fell on the floor. "What in the bloody hell was that all about, sir?" asked Christopher. Reimer stood up, not taking his eyes off Jason's corpse. "He wanted me to move all our gold onto this ship," replied Reimer.
"That's crazy," said Christopher.
"I know." Reimer let out a sigh. "I know."
Reimer and Christopher headed back to the ship when a noise from behind froze them in their tracks. It was a snarling sound. A sound an animal would make before and attack. They both turned around and saw Jason on all fours. Eyes gone white, mouth open, showing two rows of sharp, jagged teeth, hands that resembled claws, and blood, green blood, gushing from his bullet wound. Reimer and Christopher were starring into his…its eyes, terrified at what it was thinking behind them. Moments later, they heard snarling sound around them. All the crewmembers that were handling gold have begun to morph into monsters, just like Jason.
He must have been right, thought Reimer, the crew of the ship must have been ghosts. They must have been hiding in he gold, waiting for someone to take it so they could have a physical body to inhabit. "It's been a pleasure working for you, captain," said Christopher with a terrified voice. "Christopher, listen to me carefully," whispered Reimer, "run…NOW!" Christopher bolted for the door that led deeper into the ship. Reimer soon caught up. Jason was quickly on their tail. The others joined, too.
For a somewhat fat man, Christopher could run. Both of them ran through hallways, through doors, and into compartments, trying their hardest to lose them. But it was useless. They had already gotten their sent, and could now track them anywhere on board. They were moving as fast as they could. They turned left, they turned right, they knocked down furniture in hopes of slowing them down. They were starting to tire out when they saw what looked like their only chance for survival: a watertight door that led to the storage area. They Reimer pulled the latch to open the door and let Christopher in, but he wouldn't go in.
"Sir," he said, "you go on ahead. I'll just slow you down." Christopher leaned against the wall and pulled a stick of dynamite from his jacket. "What are you doing!?" shouted Reimer, tears were coming out of his eyes. He had traveled Christopher for over ten years and he never imagined him doing something like this. "I'm improving your chance of survival, sir," replied Christopher. "Now, go on before I light it." Reimer nodded and went inside, locking the door and putting his sword in between the dogs to keep them from moving. He stared at the door and started to cry. He'd never see his good friend again.
Christopher reached into his pocket and pulled out a match. At least I'll go out with a bang, thought Christopher. He let out a laugh and struck the match against the wall and lit the fuse. In the distance, he heard the sound of rabid beasts getting closer and closer. He was petrified with fear. This was the end for him, no way out, he was going to die and he was sure of it. The fact that he was going to die made him shake. As the sound became even louder, the match burned his finger. "Ow! Son of a b…" Holy Shit! The fuse is almost gone! If it blows here the door would be gone and the captain would be doomed.
Christopher ran away from the door as fast as he could. Nine paces later, Jason's dead monster body turned the corner and fixed his gaze on Christopher. The sight of Jason made his legs go numb. Jason ran at Christopher like a wolf. Christopher was so scared that he collapsed. The stick of dynamite fell out of his hand and rolled on the floor. More former pirates turned the corner and dashed towards Christopher. Jason leapt on top of Christopher's body and started slashing at him. Christopher's face was covered in his blood. Jason sunk his teeth into Christopher's neck. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Christopher moved what was left of his eye in the direction the stick of dynamite was in. Your time is up you ugly bastard, he though. But when he saw the stick he was more afraid than he'd ever been in his life. The dynamite was soaked in blood, fuse and all. Reimer's going to die, was hammered into his mind and he began to cry, tears were replaced with blood. He let out one final sob as Jason bit into his skull, killing him. Jason let out one loud howl and narrowed his eyes on the door.
The howl made Reimer feel like something went wrong. There was supposed to be an explosion, he thought. Reimer knew that Christopher was now dead. He must find a way to get out. Reimer turned around and saw someone who he knew he'd run into eventually. It was the lady who was on the front of the boat disguised as a figurehead. He was filled with anger. "What are you?" shouted Reimer. The figurehead lady began to laugh. "I'm shocked that you don't know who I am," she said. "All the best tales you tell your crew have me in them, with a full description: flowing blue hair, milky white skin, trim figure, and eyes that can pierce the soul and fill it with pure terror.
Reimer's mouth was wide open. He was more frightened than he had been just minutes ago. For years, he told tales as if that was all they were, tales. But here he was, standing in front of the Devil of the Sea, the Satan of the oceans: Deep-Sea Dolphin. "But why my crew?" asked Reimer, "Take me. I'm the one who gave them the order to board. I'm the one who should take the punishment." Dolphin looked at him and smiled. "But you are being punished," she said, "and punished severely. Because you gave the order and doomed your whole crew, you take the blame. You are responsible for the loss of fifty human beings. Men with families, men who have…had lives. And that will be stuck on your conscience until the day you die, and you will welcome it."
Reimer couldn't believe what he was hearing. He would be suffering a fate far worse than anything that he could possibly imagine. "But you will not die," said Deep-Sea. "You will be given eternal life and be forced to sail the seas. Forever feeling the pain you've caused yourself. But you will not be alone on your punishment. You will be accompanied by gold; gold coins, gold bars, gold crowns, gold swords, gold staffs, even gold books. The very gold that you sent your crew to take when you damned their soul. And beside the gold, you will have your old crew back. A mix of dead and undead. And if you even think about returning to shore, your load will be doubled. Making your ship move slower and easier to be attacked by other pirates. Then your ship will be warped to another part of the sea, far from any land. And if, or should I say when you get attacked by other pirates, each one that steps on board will be attacked and killed by a member of your crew. And you will be responsible for their deaths as well." Dolphin let out a high pitched laugh that nearly burst Reimer's eardrums. He closed his eyes and covered his ears.
"AAHHHH!!!!" screamed Reimer as he sprang up from his bed. He was covered in sweat and breathing in deeply. Oh God, he thought. It was all just a dream. Slowly, his door began to open. "Captain?" It was Christopher's voice. The sound of it gave Reimer a bit of relief.
"Are you okay, captain?" asked Christopher.
"Yeah…" replied Reimer, "yeah, I'm fine."
"Good…because there's a ship approaching."
Reimer's door swung open with great speed. He quickly turned his head towards it and became petrified with fear. Standing in the doorway was a very dead looking Christopher with claw marks all over him and a huge bite mark on his throat. Reimer's life was never the same again.