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There was a rage in Azula’s eyes as she reached up and accepted Hela’s extended arm. Grin deepening, Hela hoisted the teenager up out of the water and then into the air, allowing her legs to dangle above the surface of the water for a few minutes.
“You really are a waifish little thing, aren’t you?” Hela spoke with a faint sneer as Azula swung at her with a foot. The queen twisted away from the teenager’s kick and winked. “Calm down, Dear, just didn’t want you to drip all over the boat.” With that, she casually threw the raven-haired little princess onto the floating platform and very nearly wound up tossing her back into the ocean in the process.
As Azula, hands clutched to the surface of the makeshift barge as her feet again sank into the ocean, pulled herself up out of the water, Rominia stepped over to Hela and asked the obvious question. “What’s the plan? We just going to steer our little boat over to the pirate flagship and murder everyone?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Hela snapped her fingers and conjured an engine for their craft. The whole platform jerked, and Azula, still catching her breath on her hands and knees, was nearly tossed overboard yet again. She managed to catch herself after a handful of choice obscenities.
“Come on, Princess,” Hela cooed. “Stop playing in the boat. We have to plan.”
“I hate you,” Azula rasped as she stood up. Rather than ring out her damp clothes, the adolescent simply set a gentle fire across her arms and hands. The heat immediately started to cause steam to start issuing off of her outfit.
“I know,” Hela replied before pantomiming a kiss to the teenager and turning her focus back to the werewolf. “We’ll do one of the few things we’re good at, Dog.”
Rominia bristled but didn’t take the obvious bait. “And what is that?”
The Goddess of Death glanced over at a scowling Azula, who still seemed shaky and a bit discolored as the little platform hummed through the turbulent ocean. “We’ll kill them all and burn their ships. Isn’t that right, Zuzu?”
Azula opened her mouth, but at that moment, their ‘boat’ rocked hard, and the color on the princess’ face took on some greenish hues.
Hela wasn’t exactly sure how they managed to pull it off, but with some luck—and Rominia’s loose understanding of ship navigation (not that Hela planned to give her any credit)—the trio and their little makeshift boat found themselves within a spyglass’ view of Jolly Roger’s flagship. Unfortunately, the dread pirate was now accompanied by two smaller vessels.
“He has friends,” Rominia stated bluntly as she handed the green-and-black spyglass over to Hela. The queen could see the three shapes at this distance, so she declined and turned to look at Azula, who remained seated.
“You should be pleased,” Hela deadpanned before trying to subtly gesture with her head for the young woman to sit up and join them. After a few decreasingly subtle motions, the Queen of Asgard grabbed a fistful of Azula’s sleeve and yanked her up. “More ships.”
“I can see, you hag.”
Hela patted Azula on the head, which only led to the princess swiping at her, claws-first. “More ships for you to burn.”
“Just be quiet and steer us there,” Azula grumbled as the boat swayed. “I don’t know why you couldn’t have created a more stable vessel,” she added as she almost lost her balance.
“What’s the fun in that?” Hela whispered as she snapped her fingers and prompted the whole platform to sink underwater. As it did, walls sprung up around them to seal them inside before they were flooded.
“What are you doing?” Rominia asked from the darkness of the enclosed vessel.
“We’ll have a better chance of surprising them if we come at them from underneath,” Hela whispered as she willed three more turbines into existence and steered them toward Jolly Roger’s little flotilla.
“Do we divide and conquer?” Rominia inquired.
“We could,” Hela muttered. Even in the dark, Azula could feel the woman’s smug eyes on her. “Something tells me that we’re not the best equipped individuals to try cloak-and-dagger.”
“Speak for yourself, Witch,” the princess retorted.
In the dark, Hela placed a palm over her heart. “Calm your hormones, Dear, I’m just making generalizations. The dog here swings a large hammer, your shoot literally flames from your hands, and me? Well I’m me, so that’s irrelevant, since I’m great at everything.”
“Separate ships,” Azula replied. “I wouldn’t want to accidentally mistake you for an enemy combatant.”
“I’m sure the feeling is mutual,” Hela laughed as she reached out and ruffled Azula’s hair, prompting the teenager to swipe at her once again—this time with a hand wreathed in blue flames. “We’re almost there,” Hela remarked as she waved a hand and turned part of the roof into a transparent material.
Standing up, Azula stepped up between the pair and gazed up through the glass pane. “I want Jolly Roger.”
At that, Hela laughed as she looked down at the princess. “You?”
“He destroyed my ship, and I will put him in his place,” she growled. “Beneath my heel.”
“He bested you,” Hela replied plainly. “Literally bested you within the last twenty-four hours.”
“I learn fast,” Azula spoke with a scowl as she looked at the woman. “It’s one of the benefits of not being and looking a thousand years old.”
Hela feigned outrage before rolling her eyes. “As you will,” she muttered. “No wonder you’re just a princess… they probably wouldn’t trust you to lead anything, because you’d direct it straight into ruin.” The woman then grabbed Azula by the ear. “And I’m over two-thousand years old,” she added before twisting the lobe and giving the girl a ‘playful’ shove toward the wall of the vessel.
Even mid-stumble, Azula was opening her mouth to throw something back at Hela, but before she could, a fresh wall popped up in front of her. A moment later, the wall behind her vanished, and Azula found herself having to kick and swim up to the belly of the ship that lazily traversed over her head.
“Will she be okay?” Rominia muttered as she glanced back at Hela.
Hela shrugged her shoulders. “If she falls down a well, I’m sure you’ll be able to find her.”
The werewolf rolled her eyes. “Warn me before you plan to jettison me from the ship.”
No sooner were the words out of Rominia’s mouth, and the vessel had split into two miniatures that were each aimed at one of the support ships.
“You really are a waifish little thing, aren’t you?” Hela spoke with a faint sneer as Azula swung at her with a foot. The queen twisted away from the teenager’s kick and winked. “Calm down, Dear, just didn’t want you to drip all over the boat.” With that, she casually threw the raven-haired little princess onto the floating platform and very nearly wound up tossing her back into the ocean in the process.
As Azula, hands clutched to the surface of the makeshift barge as her feet again sank into the ocean, pulled herself up out of the water, Rominia stepped over to Hela and asked the obvious question. “What’s the plan? We just going to steer our little boat over to the pirate flagship and murder everyone?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Hela snapped her fingers and conjured an engine for their craft. The whole platform jerked, and Azula, still catching her breath on her hands and knees, was nearly tossed overboard yet again. She managed to catch herself after a handful of choice obscenities.
“Come on, Princess,” Hela cooed. “Stop playing in the boat. We have to plan.”
“I hate you,” Azula rasped as she stood up. Rather than ring out her damp clothes, the adolescent simply set a gentle fire across her arms and hands. The heat immediately started to cause steam to start issuing off of her outfit.
“I know,” Hela replied before pantomiming a kiss to the teenager and turning her focus back to the werewolf. “We’ll do one of the few things we’re good at, Dog.”
Rominia bristled but didn’t take the obvious bait. “And what is that?”
The Goddess of Death glanced over at a scowling Azula, who still seemed shaky and a bit discolored as the little platform hummed through the turbulent ocean. “We’ll kill them all and burn their ships. Isn’t that right, Zuzu?”
Azula opened her mouth, but at that moment, their ‘boat’ rocked hard, and the color on the princess’ face took on some greenish hues.
***
Hela wasn’t exactly sure how they managed to pull it off, but with some luck—and Rominia’s loose understanding of ship navigation (not that Hela planned to give her any credit)—the trio and their little makeshift boat found themselves within a spyglass’ view of Jolly Roger’s flagship. Unfortunately, the dread pirate was now accompanied by two smaller vessels.
“He has friends,” Rominia stated bluntly as she handed the green-and-black spyglass over to Hela. The queen could see the three shapes at this distance, so she declined and turned to look at Azula, who remained seated.
“You should be pleased,” Hela deadpanned before trying to subtly gesture with her head for the young woman to sit up and join them. After a few decreasingly subtle motions, the Queen of Asgard grabbed a fistful of Azula’s sleeve and yanked her up. “More ships.”
“I can see, you hag.”
Hela patted Azula on the head, which only led to the princess swiping at her, claws-first. “More ships for you to burn.”
“Just be quiet and steer us there,” Azula grumbled as the boat swayed. “I don’t know why you couldn’t have created a more stable vessel,” she added as she almost lost her balance.
“What’s the fun in that?” Hela whispered as she snapped her fingers and prompted the whole platform to sink underwater. As it did, walls sprung up around them to seal them inside before they were flooded.
“What are you doing?” Rominia asked from the darkness of the enclosed vessel.
“We’ll have a better chance of surprising them if we come at them from underneath,” Hela whispered as she willed three more turbines into existence and steered them toward Jolly Roger’s little flotilla.
“Do we divide and conquer?” Rominia inquired.
“We could,” Hela muttered. Even in the dark, Azula could feel the woman’s smug eyes on her. “Something tells me that we’re not the best equipped individuals to try cloak-and-dagger.”
“Speak for yourself, Witch,” the princess retorted.
In the dark, Hela placed a palm over her heart. “Calm your hormones, Dear, I’m just making generalizations. The dog here swings a large hammer, your shoot literally flames from your hands, and me? Well I’m me, so that’s irrelevant, since I’m great at everything.”
“Separate ships,” Azula replied. “I wouldn’t want to accidentally mistake you for an enemy combatant.”
“I’m sure the feeling is mutual,” Hela laughed as she reached out and ruffled Azula’s hair, prompting the teenager to swipe at her once again—this time with a hand wreathed in blue flames. “We’re almost there,” Hela remarked as she waved a hand and turned part of the roof into a transparent material.
Standing up, Azula stepped up between the pair and gazed up through the glass pane. “I want Jolly Roger.”
At that, Hela laughed as she looked down at the princess. “You?”
“He destroyed my ship, and I will put him in his place,” she growled. “Beneath my heel.”
“He bested you,” Hela replied plainly. “Literally bested you within the last twenty-four hours.”
“I learn fast,” Azula spoke with a scowl as she looked at the woman. “It’s one of the benefits of not being and looking a thousand years old.”
Hela feigned outrage before rolling her eyes. “As you will,” she muttered. “No wonder you’re just a princess… they probably wouldn’t trust you to lead anything, because you’d direct it straight into ruin.” The woman then grabbed Azula by the ear. “And I’m over two-thousand years old,” she added before twisting the lobe and giving the girl a ‘playful’ shove toward the wall of the vessel.
Even mid-stumble, Azula was opening her mouth to throw something back at Hela, but before she could, a fresh wall popped up in front of her. A moment later, the wall behind her vanished, and Azula found herself having to kick and swim up to the belly of the ship that lazily traversed over her head.
“Will she be okay?” Rominia muttered as she glanced back at Hela.
Hela shrugged her shoulders. “If she falls down a well, I’m sure you’ll be able to find her.”
The werewolf rolled her eyes. “Warn me before you plan to jettison me from the ship.”
No sooner were the words out of Rominia’s mouth, and the vessel had split into two miniatures that were each aimed at one of the support ships.
Quest: In the Heart of the Sea
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Quest WC: 17168/20000