A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.
And nope, I in fact do not own Warcraft or anything else I write about.
So sorry for the long delay dear readers, I'll update more! Promise!
Chapter 33
After a full day of easy travel across the blissfully calm waters towards Durotar, things took a turn for the worse. Dark skies and roaring winds came upon this ship quickly. Rain fell hard from the stormy skies, soaking the undead. The winds picked up speed, nature almost seemed to find pleasure in tossing them to and fro on the rough tides.
Wayne and his envoy held on to the rotten support beams below deck. The apothecaries in particular held on tightly to their oversized satchels, trying desperately to keep their equipment free from damage. Sailors all were rushing around on the top deck, following the captain's booming orders.
"Lift back the top sail! Tilt on the starboard!...ONCOMING WAVE!" screeched the captain.
Everyone below deck held on tighter as the wave smashed into the side of the boat. Threatening to capsize the ship in one fierce swell. Wayne could hear shouts of panic as an unknown number of sailors were swept overboard and into the raging sea. But to everyone's suprise it seemed, the ship stayed afloat.
"Someone turn the rudder due east!...NOW!" the captain screamed again, his cries seemed to be coming from the other side of the ship.
Moments later the ship turned hard and another surging wave struck, pushing them back with tremendous force.
"Is there nothing we can do to help the situation?" an apothecary desperately askes. "I don't believe I can handle much more, without falling ill!"
"Short of abandoning this wreck and swimming the rest of the way, no," growled a deathstalker.
"Nothing in my magical knowledge that can calm this wheather," Wayne answered morosely. In truth he was growing very fatigued with the ceaseless storm. They were already far enough behind schedule without this.
The waves came and came again, for what seemed like the longest time until...
"BRACE!" yelled a salior.
Everyone held tightly to whatever they could. A few nervous seconds passed by, everyone below deck holding on, waiting for impact.
BOOM
The ship struck hard, so hard that everyone below deck was thrown off their feet. They all crashed against the far hull in a heap of bones. Nollis was the first to recover and regain his footing. He helped his master disentangle himself from the others when he made a sudden realization.
"We are very still now, Master"
Wayne stilled for a moment as the Elf fully raised him up. The wind and rain were continuing their fury, but the ship seemed to be at rest. The sudden change was very unsettling.
"Help the apothecaries," Wayne cast a sidelong glace to the two, who were loudly lamenting the potential damage to their precious equipment.
He nodded to the assassins who flanked him on their way to the top deck. One threw open the hatch only to be pushed back slightly by the roaring wind. The three pushed forward onto the deck, Wayne trying hard to keep a firm grip on his staff to keep his balance.
"Our priority is to keep you safe below deck," barked the ship's Captain.
"My priority is to reach the other coast quickly, why have we stopped?" retorted Wayne.
"See for yourself," the Captain snorted.
Wayne slowly made his way to the bow of the ship. He passed by a few angry saliors along the way with limbs that were previously attached. When he was able to see the reason they were stopped, he was lost for words.
The ghostly ship had rammed into a giant white statue, the swell that pushed them up had now receded. They were now wedged in place, the water barely licking the bottom of the vessel.
"Ideas?" the Captain asked aloud.
