MerlinMorgana1579: If I knew a whole lot about sailing, sure, but as it is... Internet research isn't always up to par. They might hit the storm, good chance, because with only a few days between... Indeed, he can control weather; we discussed that before writing it. But he isn't all powerful, and there truly were many things to think about - not taking sand bars into account, for one... Carnivorous beasts. Or perhaps cannibals who keep souls in jars... :P No. You'll see!

CHARLES CHUKU: Yep, and nope, haha, none of them can! :S

Hannah Lynn McDonald: *Confused* Paul?

The Great Dragon: You know, I have never watched Lost...! *Lowers head in shame* Hahahhahahahha Flynn... Pretty much... *Laughs* YAy! *Eats cookie hungrily* Yep yep... Snow day? Nope, no snow days, *Sighs*, four wheel drive 'round here, not really off days for most... xD :D Do you still have snow?

Merlin looked at the door where the prisoners were being held. "We can't just leave them here to drown!"

Flynn blinked slowly at Merlin. "Of course we can. What do you think they and their captain would've done with us?" He shrugged, dodging as someone tumbled past, slipping on the rain-soaked deck.

"We have no idea what the sailor's were doing. Maybe they didn't even know. Maybe the captain blackmailed them into helping."

Flynn raised an eyebrow. "Really? And how would one man blackmail a crew of about sixty?" Flynn didn't exactly like the idea of letting the sailors out. Now that the ship was being destroyed, he saw little need of them. He didn't understand Merlin's want to save everyone-even them.

"Flynn," Merlin spluttered, took a deep breath, and started talking again, "They shouldn't have to die like this - and it isn't like they'll beat us again. There are druids, powerful sorcerers and sorceresses."

Flynn shrugged again. "Fine, if you want to save them-but they won't thank you for it." He glanced at Merlin, waiting for him to decide what he would do. People were already tossing wooden barrels and planks overboard to use as small rafts to float with. Several had already gotten off, and were swimming to shore, but Merlin was insisting on saving the sailors.

Merlin unlocked the door, opened it, and met the gazes of all the sailors left. "What? Come to finish us off?" a voice taunted. Merlin ignored it, and instead informed them he was letting them out, but they had to swim to shore by themselves - find their own ways, just like everyone else was doing.

So, one could imagine Merlin's strong annoyance and frustration when someone started charging at him with a... Something that looked somewhat sharp. He flicked his head to the side, and said sharp thing was torn from rough hands. "Please! I'm helping you, you have to trust me."

"Why would you, help US?" a woman sneered, and skulked forward.

"Because unlike all of you, I'm not so selfish as to just go about saving myself and leave you all to die when you might just have lives; family, children. Now are you ready?" he didn't wait for an answer, he didn't care if they were ready or not right, "Good, let's go!"

He spun around, fists clenched at his sides, and grumbled. A voice sounding suspiciously like Arthur's called him a girl, and he rolled his eyes as if said owner of said voice was right there.

Flynn fell into step beside Merlin. "See what thanks you get?" he laughed humorlessly. Still, he said nothing more as he walked across the deck beside Emrys.

"I never expect any." Merlin couldn't find it in himself to bother caring, much less calming the weather to any degree, and it was plainly obvious that non of the other magic users did either.

"I see..." Flynn nodded. "You're a far better person than I. I would've just as soon left them to die-as you well know." He reached the edge of the ship and looked at Merlin. "You first-let me know how cold it is," he kidded dryly.

Merlin clambered over the short wall, and stared down at the water. He shook his head, glanced back at Flynn, then sucked in a deep breath, jumping off the side. He felt himself falling, and even worse, something - probably nets or ropes - slid against his back. He hadn't jumped far enough away. He didn't have a long time to regret it, though, because soon pain surged up his legs, more shock less pain, actually. He submerged under the icey water, and had a whole new set of problems.

One being, he had no idea where up was, or down, or right or left. It was all a jumbled mess of shock and cold. He struggled to hold the little air he had in his lungs, the hard landing trying to force it from his chest.

Eventually, he found the surface, and began taking in gasps of air. He wiped soggy hair away from his eyes, and started the long process of swimming to shore. Or more like moving out of Flynn's way.

Flynn followed Merlin, landing in the cold water where Merlin had been moments before. He glanced back at the ship, stuck fast against hidden sand just beneath the water. He swam through the frigid water after Merlin and the others. People were still jumping off the ship. landing with quiet splashes-barely audible above the wind

Merlin swam through the dark water that felt colder than Camelot during it's coldest winters. Or at least in the moment it did, he wouldn't be saying that when one of Camelot's coldest winters came though, would he? Probably not. He felt light, and the frigid temps shot energy through his body.

A short while later, they reached the small island-thankfully, it hadn't been far from the sand bar they'd crashed into. Everyone moved slowly onto shore, looking far more tired than they had only half an hour ago.

Flynn, Kalian, Jillian, and several others gathered with Merlin to discuss a plan of action.

"We should count the people-make sure everyone made it," Flynn stated. Not that he would mind if a few sailors hadn't survived-but... he wasn't talking about the sailors.

Merlin agreed with Flynn, and went off to do just that. The skin on his back stung and felt rough, and his body and clothes felt heavy, uncomfortable, completely soaked and rather freezing; he was exhausted, but everyone was. In fact, he'd seen kids there. Just children. In fact, there was one now, being carried by a short fat, terrified looking man. Merlin jog-walked to catch up to him. "Hey, tell me what happened," the young warlock said calmly.

"He-he j-just fell over," stuttered the man.

"My name's Merlin. It's going to be okay, I promise."

"N-no it's not. I mean, yes it's g-going to be okay, b-but your name's, E-Emrys. I-I'm Peter."

"Here- Try and heal yourself, I'll take him." Peter nodded, and, arms trembling, he handed over the unconscious pre-teen.

Merlin carefully kneeled, and laid him down. In this moment of cold, night, and sickness, he wished Arthur was there. Despite his faults, he was, by human standards, a great man. And he had a God-given talent to lead, and Merlin always had found it comforting to have the young Pendragon taking over situations. But it wasn't just that. He missed his friend, he missed the endless banter and jokes about socks. Stupid, useless, strange jokes that somehow eased his deep-set loneliness

He held a hand out, and put it over one pale forehead, whispering words beneath his breath. Merlin's eyes shined, and the boy's trembling started to calm. Long black eyelashes fluttered over vibrant blue eyes, and Merlin held his breath, waiting.

'I knew we would meet again, Emrys.'

In that moment his world screeched to a halt. Warnings from the lips of a dragon, prophecies told from tongues of old reverberated in his head. Arthur's supposed bane.

"Mordred?"