(WARNING:I've been told that this chapter is kind of a serious one.)
The 3rd night into the voyage was an important one.
In the cramped cabin about Blake's ship, snoring echoed and bounced about the corners and stained walls above the calming rumble of the sea.
It seemed that everyone was is deep, peaceful sleep.
It only seemed that way.
But, everyone aboard was wide awake, yet each was unaware of the other's state of awareness, and each was in intense thought.
Each was so caught up in their individual problems, that they failed to notice their surroundings.
Yang had gone down to the hull to check what Blake had been guarding.
Jaune had been tumbling around in his bed for hours, debating in his head whether or not to reveal to Pyrrha, the love of his life, the secret he had long kept to himself.
But at long last, with a great sigh, he looked at her, and decided to not tell her. It would remain a secret until the end.
It was painful, but necessary.
Running his eyes over her figure one last time, he turned away and prepared to sleep.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, his girlfriend was wide awake.
Pyrrha lay there, breathing slowly and steadily, trying to keep it together.
She tried to forget it, but it kept resurfacing every few seconds like an annoying animal, rebounding everywhere inside of her head.
As a role model for the standard teenage girl, Pyrrha felt extremely guilty for what she was doing.
For once in her life, she was putting life personal life before anything else.
At first, it felt exhilarating, but now…she was beginning to worry. After all this, what was her parents going to say?
And Beacon? Her leaving will undoubtedly leave a big stinking blot on her record, not to mention her grades.
And her parents? Will they ever take her back in the family after they find out what this quest was about? What kind of parent would support their daughter to bang some guy?
And her - wait. She was worrying too much.
She rolled over as quiet as she could, and observed her boyfriend's sleeping body.
It brought a smile to her face, erasing wrinkles of worry. It felt good. Promising herself to bring this up to Jaune in the morning, she prepared to sleep.
Next to her, Blake lay, belly up, legs straight, arms by her side.
Lying on this boat was an insult to her.
This boat was a gateway to her old life. Her life with the White Fang. A life she wanted gone.
It was a life of crime, and of murder. At the time, she saw it as justice, an act of bravery.
But now, her life was different. For the first time in a long time, she had friends, she had a school, she had a normal life.
Plus, she was really hitting it off with Sun.
But when she borrowed it from the White Fang, she told herself that she would not be tempted back into that kind of life.
Despite that, this boat was like a haunting reminder of her past existence. It insulted her.
Sitting up ever so slightly, she surveyed her friends.
She could not afford to lose them. Blake Belladonna was turning over a new leaf, and never going back.
…..
Yang cried out in pain. Her arm was killing her. She tried to hold it with her other hand. It seared white hot with pain.
Below her, the man slowly advanced on her, his sword by his side, glowing with sick anticipation.
Yang clumsily flailed her left hand for her torch, but the sleek aluminium case slipped past her fingers and rolled down towards him.
With a swift move, he brought down his blade, and split the torchlight in half.
Metal shredded and electronics fizzed, sparks rearing forth from the remains of Qrow's gift.
Yang winced. It felt like she lost a friend, not a tool. She remembered the memory of him giving it to her again, and it drew out a tear.
Stumbling up, she readied her gauntlets, changing them up, and letting the satisfying roll of her incendiary bullets greet her ears.
Her hair flared yellow with anger, her eyes that fearsome shade of red, and her hands balled into raging fists. But the man did not back down, and stared back at her like a panther stalking his prey. His twirled his glimmering katana in hand with a malicious smile.
A streak of unbearable pain heated her right arm again, sending Yang reeling back, stumping on the stairs.
Her arm throbbed. How was she going to win a fight with this disorder?
And a name crossed her mind. Adam. The man was Adam Tarus. She had no idea how she knew, but Adam gave her no time to consider.
He lunged at her abdomen with his sword, but Yang raised her left arm and deflected the blow with Ember Celica.
The force knocked her back into the railing of the stairs, and left a deep cut in the metal of her gauntlet. She tried loading the shotgun shells, but the mechanism whirred stubbornly, spitting sparks at her face.
It looked that her left gauntlet was down for the count.
Adam reared and backhanded her with the butt of his sword, sending Yang tumbling down the stairs.
Catching the edge of a stair, she flipped herself up to face him, and tasted blood in her mouth.
Loading her right gauntlet, the shells clicked in readiness, and the blonde warrior unloaded a burst of fire, the sound of bullets roaring proudly, fire and smoke obscuring her range of vision.
Adam bobbed and weaved, diverting and avoiding the bullets with ease, and striking Yang in the leg with his shoulder.
This time, however, Yang was ready. Uppercutting, her left knuckle buried themselves in his chin, shooting him in the air. Adam balanced himself, and pulled back, analysing her fighting style.
His opponent was weak, and he just needed to attack at the right place at the right time. He rounded his shoulders and prepared himself. He gone far and wide, studying fighting styles from monks, warriors and war veterans. Adam Tarus had made himself into a formidable opponent. He has not failed before, and he will not now.
Thrusting at her chest, he anticipated her dodge and and slammed her right arm and swept at her feet, forcing her to move back and lose focus at his upper body. Wasting no time, Adam ramming his head into her's, pushing her even further back.
Yang roared in anger and pain. Adam laughed softly. She was already losing her patience. Typical, he thought.
She punched left and right, only to feel yet another throb of agonising pain, which was this time, a lot worse.
Quickly, Yang realised that her foe had put her right arm out of commission with that slam. Great.
A blade whirled out of nowhere, relieving her of a clump of her hair.
Watching it fall to the ground, Yang gave a bellow of outrage, and bellow that could be heard all around the ship.
Ruby's eyes shot open.
And just when she had almost fallen asleep.
What was she thinking about before? She remembered it was something important.
It was on the verge of her mind, almost like a palpable thought. She pounded her brain to recollect what was on her mind just moments before.
But wait.
What woke her up in the first place.
She glanced around looking at her surroundings but only taking in one thing : Weiss.
Hovering her vision on the heir's white head, she gave a sigh of happiness. Almost nothing made her as happy as Weiss.
But recently, she had been acting…weird. Quiet. Ruby inched closer towards her, and wrapped her arms around Weiss's waist.
Resting her chin on her shoulder, Ruby felt a sweet feeling.
"Ah…what is it Ruby?" Weiss grunted, eyes still closed.
"Just wanna hug you…" Ruby said pleasantly.
The two teenage girls simply lay there, one clearly enjoying the hug, the other clearly not.
"Hey Weiss?"
"Yes Ruby?"
"What were you so worried about?"
"Ah…" Weiss said uneasily. "It's….something. I'll show you." Weiss's hand moved to her pocket, but then sharply withdrew. "Promise to not tell anyone about this Ruby?"
Ruby nodded persistently "Absolutely!"
Weiss still looked uneasy, but less, as if the young girl's words gave her some comfort. Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew a rectangular and slim object, a little rounded at the edges, and a beautiful, glittery space grey colour, with bright silver outlining the edges.
"What's that?" Ruby yelped quietly in amazement
"Shhhh" Weiss scolded "It's my new scroll."
"Must be expensive."
"It was."
"Oooooh! How much?"
"$10,000"
"What?!" Ruby gasped, a little louder than she had intended.
"Shut it you dolt!" Weiss cried, but she said it with a hint of sweetness. "It's why i felt to tense recently. I used my dad's credit card. He doesn't know i have it. I…" Weiss faltered. "I got angry, and…i just bought it. Another reason why i went on this trip. When my sister, Winter visits me at the Vytal Festival-"
"Your sister is coming to Beacon?!"
Weiss ignored her and continued "When Winter visits me…I can't bring myself to face her."
"Awww…" Ruby said soothingly "At least you have a nice phone."
A deafening howl erupted from the sea, pushing up the bow of the ship, gravity pulling the scroll from Weiss's hand, and crashing it into the wall with a heart wrenching CRACK of glass and metal.
Damn.
The 2 girl's eyes widened, but the wave woke everyone else up.
Jaune scrambled up, and ran out of the door.
Rushing to the bridge, he surveyed the state of things.
It wasn't good.
In front of him, was a gargantuan waterspout. A terrific grey column of water, spinning around at 800 miles per hour, grabbing everything in the vicinity and tearing it apart instantaneously.
The sea around it churned white, bubbles frothing and popping.
Jaune's face went white with disbelief. Then, he rushed to the wheel.
BANG
Yang was thrust into the metal wall of the ship, the only thing separating the cold, fathoms deep ocean from her, feeling the material absorb her like a sponge.
Adam pressed on, moving towards his target with shocking speed.
He raised his sword above his shoulder and swung down. In a flash, Yang quickly ducked, and heard the tormenting screech of metal as Adam's blade slashed across it, separating it like butter, and with such speed that the metal liquidised into steaming scrap. Water dashed in, cooling the metal and whamming into his chest, engulfing Yang's blazing hair, and swallowing Adam whole.
The water shook the deadly boxes about, and flooding the hull, pitching the ship almost instantly.
Close to death, Yang took immediate advantage of the distraction and struck a drowning Adam hard in the jaw, making him fly into the end of the room. With that, she quickly ran up to tell Jaune about some serious problems.
Upon reaching the deck, only more chaos presented itself.
This was not how Yang had envisioned the day.
…..
The Sun was beginning to rise, but it's rays could not penetrate the monstrous clouds that blocked the sky.
All the crew of Blake's warship saw was darkness. And water.
A torrent of hail crashed down hard on the desk, splintering wood and squeezing metal.
The cannons proved useless against the sea, and sank the ship faster.
Jaune spun the wheel hard, trying to avoid the powerful lure of the waterspout.
The tip of the ship and the spout were inches apart.
Centimeters.
Millimeters.
Jaune was spinning the wheel as hard as he could…
WHHHRKKKK!
In contact, the front of the ship went up in pieces, being shredded faster than the eyes could see.
Wood cracked and metal bent, submerging the damaged vessel deeper in the cold ocean.
Under deck, Adam lived.
His hand broke the surface of the water, desperately grabbing for anything, anything that could held him survive.
A box slammed into his face, and he flew into a wall.
His lungs screamed for air, and his jaw hurt. That girl could punch hard.
Tightening his grasp on his sword, he swam to the flight of stairs, vowing that he would kill that girl.
And this time, nothing would stop him.
( Editor's Note : Hey guys, thanks for reading! Once again, i tried something different, and had a fight scene. Any sort of review of today's chapter would be awesome. Thanks! UPDATE : Changed bit of the chapter to improve it. )