NOTE - this story is a co-authorship between sistergrim, nittanychick11,
and stitches1fangirl. I do not take full credit under any circumstances
for this work.
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..****************************
Meanwhile, out on the deck.
"I saw you kiss her," Sean O' Haire glared at Jericho when he passed by . "Yeah, I did. Got a problem with that?" Jericho shot back then added. "Or maybe the 'problem' was keeping her happy the other night, is that it?"
Sean punched Chris in the jaw and knocked him to the floor as a loud crack of thunder resounded through the ship.
"Oh come on, O' Haire," Chris spat angrily. "You know she was just a free ride."
"That's not true," Sean denied as lightning lit up his enraged features for a moment.
"Oh yeah?" Chris challenged and did a nip-up, "You'll never be anything to her, let it go O' Haire."
"Maybe, but I'm not going to stand back and watch you take her!" Sean exclaimed as he went to punch Chris again.
This time Jericho blocked him and countered with a knee to Sean's midsection.
"Maybe its time someone put you in your place." Chris mocked him, "You know I'm not telling you anything you don't already know."
"Hey you two, knock it off!" Shane yelled angrily as the ship made a sickening lurch to the starboard side. "There are more important things going on right now."
"Break it up!" Yelled Emmaline as she came across the deck towards them. "We need your help; settle this little quarrel later."
"Yeah you're right," Chris admitted and turned to face her. "What can we do?"
"You three, help Wendy move the cargo on the deck down into the hold," Emmaline told Farooq, Bradshaw, and O' Haire. Next, she pointed at Edge and Shawn Michaels, "You two, go help the doctor with the wounded." Then she gestured towards the pirates working with the sails, "The rest of you come help to stow the sails.
Jeff Hardy and Shane MacMahon were helping Emmaline in particular.
"Hold that line Shane," Pointed Emmaline. "Jeff, you grab that one."
Together they held the sail steady while Emmaline climbed up and unhooked the top. They wrestled the fabric into a folded pile and moved it down where the wind could not grab it. Through a similar process, the other groups of workers around them were doing the same thing. Before too long, all of the sails were safely stored in the hold and the openings on the ship had been plugged up.
"Now what do we do?" Kurt asked with fear in his eyes.
"Now, we ride it out," Kyrie told him and handed him a bucket. "Bail if water starts collecting and hold on tight."
The ship tossed and turned violently into the night hours as the storm raged on. Water crashed across the surface, threatening to wash anyone who wasn't careful overboard into the churning depths. Chris couldn't help but steal glances up at the captain's deck every now and then to make sure Molly was still there.
Emmaline caught him looking one of those times, "She'll be all right, laddie; she's got herself strapped to the wheel. Hang on, here comes another wave."
The ship pitched at a significantly nasty angle just then before plummeting down to the bottom of the trough of ocean. Water crashed furiously across the deck anew then the vessel bobbed up again with a sickening lurch.
"Oh, I don't want to die!" Whined Kurt.
"You better take that one below," Emmaline gestured.
"Yeah," Hurricane agreed and grabbed Kurt's arm. "Come on, let's go."
"Molly?" Chris whispered. "She's gone!"
Emmaline whirled around to look and saw it was true.
"No she isn't!" Exclaimed Shannon Moore. "She's there! Hanging on to the side rail."
"She'll not be able to hold on for long," Commented Emmaline. "We got to get up there."
Chris had already worked his way across to the steps by that point and was attempting to climb them. A lightning bolt illuminated the path before him. At the top, he looked and saw Molly's hands clinging to the wood.
'This is it, this is the end,' Molly thought as her hands lost their hold. 'I'm going to die.'
"Molly!" Chris exclaimed above the thunderclap, "I've got you."
She felt hands grasp her wrists and was pulled back onto the deck to safety.
"I thought I was going to-" Molly couldn't finish the thought out loud, '- die.'
"Shhh! You're safe," Chris held her close for a moment.
"Thank you," Molly sputtered and pushed away towards the wheel once again. "Tie me in again," She ordered. 'My God, he saved me!'
Chris hurried to do so as another big wave was thundering towards them.
"Hang on," Molly told him as the impact hit them. 'Please don't let go!'
Chris clung to the post for dear life and thankfully was able to withstand the blow.
"It's lessening now," Molly called above the winds. "It'll be over soon."
'I hope so,' Chris thought. 'Why isn't Kate up here? She's the cap'n.'
A short time later, the storm rolled away and the sea became calm again. It was early morning at that time, the sun was just beginning to show its rays from beneath the horizon.
"It's going to be a calm day today," Molly commented from her post. 'Well, weatherwise any way.'
"Molly, I can take over now," Kate told her as she came up on the deck. "You did a fine job last night, take the day off and rest."
"But cap'n you were cut badly," Molly protested.
"It wasn't a suggestion Molly, it was an order," Kate regarded her. "You've earned it." Kate noticed Jericho sitting nearby. "You should rest to, I heard you were up here the whole time as well."
"Yes cap'n," Molly replied and headed down the steps to her cabin.
Jericho went to follow when Kate stopped him, "Thank you laddie for saving her, but if you break her heart, I will kill you. Savvy?"
"Yes cap'n," Jericho told her and rushed to catch up with Molly. He grabbed her arm when she'd reached the door, "Want to watch the sunrise?"
"Look, I appreciate what you did for me last night, but I really just want to be alone right now," Molly's voice was distant. She been doing a lot of thinking about the past during the night; the encounter with the Duke brought back some pretty bad memories.
Jericho felt stung as he replied, "As you wish."
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..****************************
Meanwhile, out on the deck.
"I saw you kiss her," Sean O' Haire glared at Jericho when he passed by . "Yeah, I did. Got a problem with that?" Jericho shot back then added. "Or maybe the 'problem' was keeping her happy the other night, is that it?"
Sean punched Chris in the jaw and knocked him to the floor as a loud crack of thunder resounded through the ship.
"Oh come on, O' Haire," Chris spat angrily. "You know she was just a free ride."
"That's not true," Sean denied as lightning lit up his enraged features for a moment.
"Oh yeah?" Chris challenged and did a nip-up, "You'll never be anything to her, let it go O' Haire."
"Maybe, but I'm not going to stand back and watch you take her!" Sean exclaimed as he went to punch Chris again.
This time Jericho blocked him and countered with a knee to Sean's midsection.
"Maybe its time someone put you in your place." Chris mocked him, "You know I'm not telling you anything you don't already know."
"Hey you two, knock it off!" Shane yelled angrily as the ship made a sickening lurch to the starboard side. "There are more important things going on right now."
"Break it up!" Yelled Emmaline as she came across the deck towards them. "We need your help; settle this little quarrel later."
"Yeah you're right," Chris admitted and turned to face her. "What can we do?"
"You three, help Wendy move the cargo on the deck down into the hold," Emmaline told Farooq, Bradshaw, and O' Haire. Next, she pointed at Edge and Shawn Michaels, "You two, go help the doctor with the wounded." Then she gestured towards the pirates working with the sails, "The rest of you come help to stow the sails.
Jeff Hardy and Shane MacMahon were helping Emmaline in particular.
"Hold that line Shane," Pointed Emmaline. "Jeff, you grab that one."
Together they held the sail steady while Emmaline climbed up and unhooked the top. They wrestled the fabric into a folded pile and moved it down where the wind could not grab it. Through a similar process, the other groups of workers around them were doing the same thing. Before too long, all of the sails were safely stored in the hold and the openings on the ship had been plugged up.
"Now what do we do?" Kurt asked with fear in his eyes.
"Now, we ride it out," Kyrie told him and handed him a bucket. "Bail if water starts collecting and hold on tight."
The ship tossed and turned violently into the night hours as the storm raged on. Water crashed across the surface, threatening to wash anyone who wasn't careful overboard into the churning depths. Chris couldn't help but steal glances up at the captain's deck every now and then to make sure Molly was still there.
Emmaline caught him looking one of those times, "She'll be all right, laddie; she's got herself strapped to the wheel. Hang on, here comes another wave."
The ship pitched at a significantly nasty angle just then before plummeting down to the bottom of the trough of ocean. Water crashed furiously across the deck anew then the vessel bobbed up again with a sickening lurch.
"Oh, I don't want to die!" Whined Kurt.
"You better take that one below," Emmaline gestured.
"Yeah," Hurricane agreed and grabbed Kurt's arm. "Come on, let's go."
"Molly?" Chris whispered. "She's gone!"
Emmaline whirled around to look and saw it was true.
"No she isn't!" Exclaimed Shannon Moore. "She's there! Hanging on to the side rail."
"She'll not be able to hold on for long," Commented Emmaline. "We got to get up there."
Chris had already worked his way across to the steps by that point and was attempting to climb them. A lightning bolt illuminated the path before him. At the top, he looked and saw Molly's hands clinging to the wood.
'This is it, this is the end,' Molly thought as her hands lost their hold. 'I'm going to die.'
"Molly!" Chris exclaimed above the thunderclap, "I've got you."
She felt hands grasp her wrists and was pulled back onto the deck to safety.
"I thought I was going to-" Molly couldn't finish the thought out loud, '- die.'
"Shhh! You're safe," Chris held her close for a moment.
"Thank you," Molly sputtered and pushed away towards the wheel once again. "Tie me in again," She ordered. 'My God, he saved me!'
Chris hurried to do so as another big wave was thundering towards them.
"Hang on," Molly told him as the impact hit them. 'Please don't let go!'
Chris clung to the post for dear life and thankfully was able to withstand the blow.
"It's lessening now," Molly called above the winds. "It'll be over soon."
'I hope so,' Chris thought. 'Why isn't Kate up here? She's the cap'n.'
A short time later, the storm rolled away and the sea became calm again. It was early morning at that time, the sun was just beginning to show its rays from beneath the horizon.
"It's going to be a calm day today," Molly commented from her post. 'Well, weatherwise any way.'
"Molly, I can take over now," Kate told her as she came up on the deck. "You did a fine job last night, take the day off and rest."
"But cap'n you were cut badly," Molly protested.
"It wasn't a suggestion Molly, it was an order," Kate regarded her. "You've earned it." Kate noticed Jericho sitting nearby. "You should rest to, I heard you were up here the whole time as well."
"Yes cap'n," Molly replied and headed down the steps to her cabin.
Jericho went to follow when Kate stopped him, "Thank you laddie for saving her, but if you break her heart, I will kill you. Savvy?"
"Yes cap'n," Jericho told her and rushed to catch up with Molly. He grabbed her arm when she'd reached the door, "Want to watch the sunrise?"
"Look, I appreciate what you did for me last night, but I really just want to be alone right now," Molly's voice was distant. She been doing a lot of thinking about the past during the night; the encounter with the Duke brought back some pretty bad memories.
Jericho felt stung as he replied, "As you wish."