I am so sorry it took so long to update :( exams have gotten the better of me
Kili had never been with the crew when they still commandeered vessels. The Sirene was the only ship he'd known. Now they found themselves in a harbour, without her. And they were in dire need of a ship.
The night patrol of Eldar left a little after dawn. Carefully, the company scuttled towards what seemed the quickest of the small fleet.
Bilbo looked around lost, until one of the pirates pulled at his collar, dragging him on board. They started setting sail, Kili climbing atop the mast checking if everything was in place, fixing it if it wasn't. With all the pirates dashing about, Bilbo felt absolutely useless. He longed for the comfort and warmth of Bag End. The ups and downs of the waves and the bobbing of the keel made him dizzy. He held back his dinner before dashing to the edge and losing it in the ocean.
At the top of the mast, the wind was howling in Kili's ears, tearing at his clothes, his hair, his skin. Ahead of them a grey mass of cloud gatherer, crackling with electricity. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he carefully made his way down the mast.
"Thorin!'' Kili had to shout to be heard over the wind. "We're not sailing through that, are we?"
"It's the fastest way across the strait." came the reply the boy dreaded.
As waves threw themselves viciously at the sides of the ship -which now seemed no more than an empty walnut shell to Kili- his uncle shouted orders. Everyone rushed to abide them, fear and adrenalin making them faster than usual.
As they finally approached land, the wind and currents battled against them, throwing the ship near rocks.
Fili struggled to navigate the ship away from them, and failed miserably. Kili's senses were tingling.
A dark looming outcrop appeared behind his brothers golden head.
"Fili!" the younger boy yelled, running towards him, as the entire ship was thrown against the rock.
"Grab my hand!" the elder yelled, stretching his arm out towards his baby brother.
Kili too tried to reach for his support, and as the current pulled them apart, a strangled cry of 'no' escaped his lips, tearing at his throat.
He couldn't see Fili resurfacing anywhere. As a dine of debris and saltwater caught around him, without his anchor, Kili felt more lost than ever.
A piece of driftwood missed Bilbo's head by a breath. Despite his few swimming lessons, he had lost all sense of up and down, left or right. As he kicked away the rope at his feet, he caught sight of one of the pirates, swimming towards the light. When Bilbo's head broke the not-so-calm surface, everything around him was chaos. The water was a terrible dark grey, spotted with driftwood, and here and there smaller spots that could be the heads of his companions. Saltwater sprayed everywhere, making it imposible for him to fully open his eyes, and the enormous waves were crested with white and crashed everywhere. Current seemed to be pulling and pushing towards the giant rocks, and certain death. As another wave rose above him, Bilbo clung onto what used to be a part of the mast, and shut his eyes tight.
Bifur cursed as another wave made him lose view of his cousin. The angry rain came down in sheets, making it even harder to see. As he kicked and fought against the current, his head being occasionally forced under water against his will, Bifur felt incredibly light-headed. After another crest pushed him down, Bifur's vision blacked out.
As Ori spat saltwater out, he noticed a crescent of land, not far away. They could make it, couldn't they? Just a tiny bit further. Struggling against the currents, Ori hauled his unconcious brother along and found himself praying to a god he had never believed in.