Heya guys I'm (Lily) back with some more of the story!! Yeyness!! Hope yall enjoy it.
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Yelena fought her way across the deck, frantically searching for somewhere to hide the key before her disappearance was noticed. She could never get below; too many people would see her go down. And there was certainly nowhere on deck she could put it - it would either be dislodged before the storm was over, or worse, discovered. Unless…
Through the madness a figure could be seen quite plainly clinging on to the railing, alternating between huddling in a ball on the floor, and heaving over the side. He was utterly ignored by everyone who passed, officers included. Yelena grinned.
"Perfecto."
Mulder had his eyes tight shut and refused to open them when he felt a hand shake his arm.
"Eh, muchacho!" She shouted over the rain. He didn't respond, but hauled his head and shoulders up over the side. She sighed, and leaned in close towards him as though to pat him comfortingly on the back. Thus using their bodies to shield her other hand, she placed the key safely into Mulder's pocket. He was clearly oblivious to what she was doing, and no-one else seemed to be watching either. She squeezed his shoulder. "Gracias. Me has salvado. (Thanks, you've saved me)."
Before anything else could go wrong, she set off at a run back towards her appointed post, dropping Soledad a wink as she passed to let her know that - for now - everything was under control.
Aboard the Endurance
Jack, Scully and Gibbs were having no easier a time with the storm than the crew of the Adversary. Jack was at the wheel, trying desperately to keep the ship from being knocked over by the huge, relentless waves. Gibbs had climbed part way up the mast and was balancing precariously on some rope while trying to readjust the sails, while Scully was frantically attempting to prevent the cannons from rolling around the deck.
"Scully!" Gibbs' voice could barely be heard over the howling wind. "The rigging's come loose!" At his words, she dashed across deck towards the port side where she could see the rope being thrashed madly around by the gale.
Scully reached for it, pushing her soaking wet hair back out of her eyes with one hand. The rope slipped from her grasp and whipped back round, catching her hard in the side of the face and sending her reeling across the floor. Blood oozed from a large gash on her cheek as she hauled herself back onto her feet and tackled the rigging for a second time, only to slip and nearly end up flying overboard and into the treacherous, churning sea below. The third time proved the charm however, and Scully grasped the rope firmly in both hands, securing it tightly back in its rightful place on the side of the ship.
She felt a slight thump as Gibbs dropped down onto the deck beside her. He caught sight of her cheek and was about to enquire after her welfare when Jack's dulcet tones were heard above the roar of the waves.
"Gibbs! Take the wheel!" Gibbs slid across the floor, struggling to keep his balance against the rough sea. When he reached the wheel Jack handed him the compass. Gibbs looked at it, confused.
"Keep to the course," Jack instructed.
"What course?" Gibbs yelled.
"Following Halcón," Jack replied, turning away.
"But Cap'n, we need to get out of this storm, else we'll be dashed to smithereens!"
"We keep to the course, we were catching up. The storm will blow over soon enough." Before Gibbs could voice anymore objections, Scully's voice carried over the howling gale.
"I need some help here!" Jack quickly turned on his heel and started to make his way across the deck to where Scully was struggling with a cannon that had broken loose again. He was half way toward her when, unbeknownst to him, a second cannon came free of its ropes and began hurtling in his direction. Scully glanced up from wiping the rain out of her eyes with her sleeve to see the gun racing at him.
"Jack! Watch out!" Her warning came in the nick of time. Jack turned, saw it and managed to leap up so that it sailed under his legs instead of into them. Realising the cannon was heading straight for the side of the ship, he launched himself after it, grabbing the ropes and pulling it to a jerking stop a mere inch from the wood. Once the cannon was secured in place, he clambered as quickly as he could to where Scully was still struggling with the other gun. Grasping the other rope he fastened it down and motioned for her to do the same. As she looked up once it was tied, Jack caught sight of the still bleeding gash on her cheek.
"You alright darling?" he shouting, pointing at her face.
"I'm fine," Scully replied, wiping the blood away with her sleeve as she stood. She would've been fine had the sea not chosen that precise moment to violently toss the ship. She stumbled, lost her balance and started to fall backwards onto the cannon. She cried out and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact, but felt arms catch her and halt her in mid air. Scully opened her eyes in surprise and was confronted by Jack's face inches from her own. Their gazes locked, as lightning struck in the distance.
Gibbs, observing the scene from his position at the wheel, raised his eyebrows somewhat incredulously.
Jack, unaware that he was being watched, lowered himself a little further towards Scully. Both parted their lips when…
"Cap'n! The sails!"
Jack's mouth snapped shut and he ground his jaw. He looked away and straightened.
"Thank you Mister Gibbs!" He released his hold on the now upright Scully, who pulled away a little awkwardly and hurried towards the rigging. Shooting Gibbs a dirty look over his shoulder, Jack followed to assist her.
Hope yall enjoyed that!! There will be more soon, but after the next part you'll have to hound Sirocco for the next instalment!
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