Running to the hold of the ship, Owen's feet stepped into water. Looking around frantically he noticed his crew was running back and forth between the giant hole in the wall which was rushing buckets and buckets of water by the second and running to get wood planks to cover the hole. About three men were running back and forth with planks while two were hammering away. As they got one plank on to reduce the water gushing in, another spot would start leaking. The water was too rough for them to travel any longer. Every hit of the waves was causing more and more damage to the haul. It was so strong the water would start wearing away at the wood or start chipping away at some parts, so water would leak through. At some point, a wave hit so perfectly that it blasted a hole in the bottom of the ship.
Running towards his men, Owen made sure to bring the cage up closer to his head to make sure the small dragon didn't drown or get too wet. As he looked down to make sure his feet weren't hitting anything to hinder his movement, he noticed the water was now closer to two feet high and the small dragon was flying to the top of the cage clinging to the top making sure he didn't get wet, but he couldn't worry about that now.
One of the men grabbed his arm to get his attention. "Captain! We gave to abandon ship!"
Looking over at the crewmate like he was crazy Owen raised his voice. "Of course not! We will not give up on our girl. She has brought us across this sea more times then we can count. Patch up those leaks and get back to the deck!"
Even Brorym looked at him like he was crazy, the crew continuing with their work as instructed.
"Let me out!" Growling down at the young Dragon, he ignored the yelling and ran towards his crew. The water was rushing in causing more and more wood to chip away with the waves and the water rose higher and higher, now up to three feet. Owen did not want to give up on his only way back to the market, and his meal ticket, but he also couldn't let his crew drown. What was more important? He technically could buy more crewmates for a cheaper price than a whole new ship...but he couldn't afford the reputation of a cruel Ship captain who lets his crew drown. He wanted to so badly let these bastard, money-grubbing, unloyal men risk their life...he just couldn't afford it right now. He was so close.
"Abandon ship!" he yelled out to all the men helping him. All looked at him like he was crazy, but were not going to pass up on a chance to survive. All men under the deck scrambled out like rata running from a cat, a few almost knocking Owen down to the ground. Once his balance was recaptured, he followed behind.
"Abandon ship!" he announced to the rest of the crew. "She's going down and there is no saving her!" his second mate looked over at him blinking a few times. He was trying to process the announcement Owen made. "You heard me! Go!"
With a stutter, the second hand yelled out to make the command official. "You heard your Captain! Abandon ship!"
All the men dropped everything in their hands scrabbling towards the edge as fast as their feet would travel. It was like watching chickens run from a farmer with an ax. All knew this was their only chance at life, although deep down Most knew this last action could also lead to their own deaths. The God of the sea was not a merciless person. He adored to drag unknowing men down to the depths to take their life and add to his collection.
Owen stayed back by the entrance to the bottom of the ship. He watched as most men grabbed their valuables as if they could save them then ran. They would either splash or dive into the deep praying their lives would be spared. Two or three men just couldn't do it. They ran past Owen causing him to stumble to the side as they chose their luck with the bottom of the ship. Either to succumb to their watery deaths from fear or dedication. Owen just knew suicide by ship was not his plan.
He finally looked down at the small dragon who was drenched from head to toe. Draygon looked back with fear and uncertainty. If Owen left him in the cage he would certainly die. If the Captain decided to dive down with his crew the half-breed's life would be left up to the human. Being a creature of brimstone and fire, he did not do so well in water.
Looking back both Owen and Brorym could see the water creeping up the stairs, pooling out on the deck. The ship was going down, and it did not care who it took. "Alright small one. Looks like you get your wish."Quickly and without much thought the human reached into the golden birdcage. The door swung open, almost being ripped off from the wind.
Brorym's eyes went wide. The wind whistled through the bars making a squealing sound when it rushed through the now open cage door. His ears flapping against his head to protect himself from going deaf. Approaching him was the second scariest thing he has witnessed in his life. The human's calloused and rough hand wrapped around his body prohibiting any type of moment or struggle. It easily wrapped around the back of his body and pinned his arms to his side, but did not wrap all the way around because of his wings. He knew logically he should not succumb to his instincts. He knew biting and fighting would only make this worse. Logically he should just let the human do what he needs to do, just pushing that to the front of his mind was the hardest thing for him to do. He usually wasn't afraid of Owen. Just this feeling of he was the only creature who decided his fate was...just not comforting. He didn't know the human enough, and he was already stubborn with their interactions.
With the small one in hand, Owen tossed the cage overboard. He looked at his prize taking a deep breath. This decision was going to be the death of him. He knew this. A Captain always goes down with his ship, but that was never his plan. That was one thing he would never do. He had to get back to his world. Holding Brorym close to his body the Captain took a running start. He told himself he just had to aim for the water. It's all around them. The easiest target in the world. He just had to make sure he didn't drown. Getting closer to the railing, he prepared his body for the hard-hit of the water and jumped.
The sun blares down on his body. As he shakes his leg slowly his arms moved up and down feeling the soft grainy sand against his arms. It took a few seconds to register he could cover his eyes with one arm. Sitting up Owen felt his back cracking and realigning into place. Where was he?All he could get out of his throat was a groan of irritation and confusion until water came recalling up his throat. He had to force himself to bend over to get the excess water and salt taste out of his mouth unless he wanted to drown on land. The liquid torture passes by his lips making him even more thirsty even though all the liquid was exciting him.Coughing up the last few drops he brushes his lips before he looked all around him.Palm trees, sand, sun, even noises of birds all around him. He had to be on some island. He crushed his hand into a fist. Once he felt nothing, worry flashed across his face. "Brorym."Jumping up on his legs, he looked all around himself. He had to make sure the little c
Change of perspective BrorymThe Captain...he was taken. The human who was the reason why he could never have his freedom was captured. He had to take a few seconds to process all this. Within a few hours, he was taken out of the cage, gotten away from the very human who captured him, and now he had the perfect opportunity to just take off. He could just fly right off this island and never look back. What was stopping him from abandoning everyone to live his own life? His conscience. That is what was stopping him...and curiosity. Captain Owen was the only one who could answer his questions, and he was no one to just leave behind people who could die because of opportunity. Yeah, he would be saving himself, and Owen deserved it, but Brorym would never forgive himself if he took off now leaving all of these people stranded. Why did he have to care?Once Owen was out of sight, Brorym flared his wings out. He made sure they were dry before flapping them. His clawed feet left the branch gi
Marching through the forest Owen got as much of a distance as he could from the others. If he could just get to the other side of this jungle he could develop a plan. Maybe there was a college over there. Maybe there were more supplies to make a raft. He just knew he needed to get away from those greedy bastards as fast as he could. He was lucky to get out alive and he knew it. If the small halfbreed wasn't there, he didn't k ow what he would do. "Owen! Hey, Owen wait up!" He stopped in his tracks looking down at the ground in a sigh. He thought he left everyone behind. Brorym landed on a branch to be at eye level with the human. He was surprisingly out of breath. "I...said...wait." Turning towards the dragon he answered so irritated. "I said call me Captain- forget it." he looked at the tiny now puzzled. "How are you out of breath? You can fly?" Looking over at Owen, the teen frowned in irritation. "Chasing you. I had to avoid vines, trees, plus your not as slow as you look." Th
Staring past the shimmering gold bars made for a bird, the young Dracnascule flapped his wings in irritation. From being in the same place for close to a month he knew trying to escape was futile.Sitting down with crossed legs and arms to mirror his frustration, Brorym thought back to all of his escape attempts. Maybe the young dragon missed something?Within the first few hours of being captured, Brorym attempted several times to slip his body through the narrow openings between the bars. All it took was one body part to be free and Brorym knew the rest would follow. This was probably the moment Owen decided the small creature was not the brightest. It only took one hour to capture then cage the small creature. Within two hours Owen walks back into his cabin finding only half of Brorym's body sticking out between the bars while the other half was flailing back and forth. What was even more humiliating was the fact it only took one measly hand from the human, along wit not a lot of p
"Pour me a pint, Samuel!"Outside, the world was calming down. The sun has gone three-fourths through the sky. The closer it got to the sea, the dimmer the light seemed to radiate. Pink and purple streaked across the sky, indicating the end of the day.This was the time of day you either looked forward to a relaxing dinner, or you dreaded the beginning of a shift. Coming down the stairs, Riker was already ready for his afternoon beer after a day of nothing. It was typical to have a few days of travel, but this was getting ridiculous."Any sign of a heading?" The cook, Samuel, asked as he poured some smooth brown liquid into a wooden pint."No." Riker sat down at the wooden table in the corner of the ship. When the crew was not on top, they usually congregated in this corner of the ship. There was a long table, bolted-down chairs for the men to relax in, and a bar behind them filled to the rim with so-called food and whiskey. Neither was appetizing, but all crew members needed nourish
With one hand grabbing at the desk for dear life, the other reached up and grabbed the edge of the birdcage before it came crashing to the ground. Owen waited until the ship went over the crest of the next wave before even attempting to stand on both legs once more. Left...lean...rightttt...turn then lean. He had to wait until the ship was at sea level before he could even try to move. If he tried to run up the stairs to his crew or maneuvered around on deck while the ship was at the crest or trough then he might as well be dead. Through the years on a ship, he's watched cocky sea men topple right over the side of the railing all because they weren't patient. A man who thinks they can control the ocean was a stupid one. Through the wooden floorboards, he could feal the movement come to a halt. He knew not to be fooled. They were far from the tossing and turning from being over. This was the beginning of a storm. This was his time. Grabbing whatever he could, Owen wrapped his finger