Bang, Bang! The vibrations on the solid metal door clanged throughout the inside of the cabin “Come on Grey, Braze is going to have your head for sure this time! The Call up was 10 minutes ago!”
The boy whose name is Peter Quid has been around for a few years. Although for his age and experience he looked younger than what you would expect.
Letting out a wide yawn, “Give me a sec Pete,” Greyson slowly turns back into his cabin and begins searching for his accessories, flipping the few objects that he has in his room and throwing clothes off of his desk.
“Grey, you gotta stop doing this man, one of these times Braze is going to be pissed enough to keel haul your ass.”
A light chuckle can be heard from Greyson as he pulls his lucky knife from under a shirt. Sliding it into his belt turning to Peter. “I swear you say that every few days, if he was going to do it he would have done it by now. Besides you can continue to scold me if you want as we head topside.”
leaning into Peter sarcastically “since we're ohh so late.” Greyson shifts past Peter, closing the door behind him. After a few steps, he turns back towards Peter who still is in the spot he was in moments before. “ Are you coming or not?!”
Greyson and Peter begin weaving their way through the large harvesting ship, the Continuity. The ship roughly being four stories tall and spanning almost two hundred feet in length a mixture of metal and wood which created an interesting home to the two hundred and fifty men and women that crewed her. The pair quickly made their way going in and out of chambers and hatches eventually reaching the lower deck. “ You know this is our last fish before we head back to the wharf right?” Peter mutters as he swings open the door to the galley, normally filled with the crew it is now carrying a strange empty silence instead.
“Ya, I know, you excited about it?” Greyson pauses slightly. “Hey, weren’t you seeing a girl the last time we were there; What was her name Sandra, Serene?” A smile crosses Greyson's face as he is poking fun at Peter.
“Her name is Celeste, Grey, you know that. I hope she hasn't found someone else.”
Leaning against the outer hatch to the main deck Greyson looks back at Peter “ I’m sure she will be overjoyed to see you; Tell you what, I'll give you a little gold to get her a gift or to take her to dinner when we get there. Sound good?”
A smile breaks out on Peter’s face “Sounds good, thanks, Grey.” With a slight nudge, the heavy door swings open. A wash of sea air sweeps into the now open hatch blasting the pair with the smell of salt and fish.
Walking out, the blinding sun is beaming down onto the deck. Greyson raises his hand above his eyes to alleviate the pain till they could adjust. Looking across the deck, shouting and yelling can be heard from all directions. Cranes can be seen loading supplies and gear on both sides of the ship into the drop boats. Crew are running up and down carrying multiple types of supplies rushing to different drop boats before they are set to be released into the water.
Hard footsteps can be heard on the deck behind the pair, thudding as they approach. A hand lands on each of the shoulders of Greyson and Peter. “ So you finally decided to show up, Tend?” A deep grumbled voice asks, standing uncomfortably close to the pair. Greyson and Peter slowly rotate towards the voice. A man standing over six and a half feet tall wearing a white tunic, adorned with bloodstains, stood over the boys casting a shadow across both. This was none other than Captain Gerard Braze.
“Sorry sir, I didn’t hear the call-up,” casually Greyson continues “ At least I am here now and you don’t have to send more than one person to find me.”
A sharp pain is felt in Greyson’s side as Peter jabs an elbow into him. “What he meant sir, is that we are ready for our assignments.” a small waver can be heard in Peter’s voice.
“ Hmm, you, Peter are on reef watch this fish, report to master Helmrick for further duties.” Turning his head to Greyson “ and you mister Tend, can come with me.” sharply turning away from the pair and walking, his footsteps still hard on the deck.
“Catch you topside Grey!”
“As Always Pete!” Separating Peter heads towards the bow as Greyson races to catch up to the captain heading closer to the stern.
With A few quick steps, Greyson catches up to the captain matching strides with him. “What is my assignment sir?”
“You will be protecting the divers this fish”
Both beginning to make their way up steps leading to the quarter deck. “ I know that is abnormal for you but it will be needed. We have reports from the Ravager that a large creature has been patrolling up and down the reef. Unfortunately, they have been unable to scare it off or kill it.”
Making their way across the deck to the navigation room. “Any reports on it, what can I expect at least?”
Stopping with his hand on the door to the next room Captain Braze answers, his voice softening some, “Unfortunately no, this creature is far more elusive than normal. Either way, I will need you to be at your best, this is the last fish and I can't lose anyone.”
Even though most people wouldn’t be able to tell, Greyson has been around long enough to know that Braze was worried and that he sincerely thought that there would be an attack. Despite the captain's burly build, he cared for his crew.
“Understood Captain, I will be on the lookout, don’t worry.”
“Good, and thank you Tend, your harpoons and such are on the table,” pushing the door open, “let the waves guide you truly.”
“And the sea breeze carry you home,” Greyson replies as the door closes behind the captain.
Turning Greyson makes his way over to the table where his standard tools and weapons sit. A harpoon bandolier as well as a heavy flat pack for storing shells and precious items sat next to four perfectly sharpened harpoons. Quickly putting the items on and taking off his boots and gloves Greyson made the climb to his normal diving spot, off the stern of the ship. Moving to the edge of the deck and climbing over the rail he stops. Looking out over the sea the three other ships that make up the community can be seen. To the left, the Ravager sat. Its tall sails folded as it has anchored just off the reef. One side facing out towards the sea as the other watched over the reef, cannons and harpoon launchers scanning for anything dangerous. To the right, shifted the Lard Bastion. A monstrosity of a ship. Large metal plates covered the outer haul. It was the community’s whaling ship capable of catching and hauling some of the largest creatures in the Opeleon sea. Finally gazing out into the open water Greyson could see the Shield Maiden, the Ravager’s sister ship. The Maiden was the first line of defense against pirates and other ships that would try to cause harm to the community. Its armored haul and heavy cannons made it a feat to get through. Greyson looked down into the crystal clear water; it was almost like glass. The beginnings of the reef could be seen far below the surface. Creatures and fish swimming amongst it. Greyson took a deep slow inhale. The salt-filled his nostrils stinging slightly. Letting the air out he leaped from the side of the ship. Plunging the full four stories into the blue water. A small splash as he slid in.
Greyson rolls over in his small cot, moving slowly, he sits up and places his face into his hands, rubbing his eyes. “Ya, Ya I hear you, Pete.”
Letting out a long sigh he walks towards the door, softly muttering, “God you would think someone was dying out there.” his hands still rubbing his eyes. Reaching out to the door a few clicks can be heard and it swings open. A young boy stands there, roughly the same height as Greyson. His bright blue eyes and blonde hair would make people think he is some pretty rich boy but looking at his tunic and pants, which were tattered and stained, gave him the obvious look of a deckhand. The boy whose name is Peter Quid has been around for a few years. Although for his age and experience he looked younger than what you would expect.
Letting out a wide yawn, “Give me a sec Pete,” Greyson slowly turns back into his cabin and begins searching for his accessories, flipping the few objects that he has in his room and throwing clothes off of his desk.
“Grey, you gotta stop doing this man, one of these times Braze is going to be pissed enough to keel haul your ass.”
A light chuckle can be heard from Greyson as he pulls his lucky knife from under a shirt. Sliding it into his belt turning to Peter. “I swear you say that every few days, if he was going to do it he would have done it by now. Besides you can continue to scold me if you want as we head topside.”
leaning into Peter sarcastically “since we're ohh so late.” Greyson shifts past Peter, closing the door behind him. After a few steps, he turns back towards Peter who still is in the spot he was in moments before. “ Are you coming or not?!”
Greyson and Peter begin weaving their way through the large harvesting ship, the Continuity. The ship roughly being four stories tall and spanning almost two hundred feet in length a mixture of metal and wood which created an interesting home to the two hundred and fifty men and women that crewed her. The pair quickly made their way going in and out of chambers and hatches eventually reaching the lower deck. “ You know this is our last fish before we head back to the wharf right?” Peter mutters as he swings open the door to the galley, normally filled with the crew it is now carrying a strange empty silence instead.
“Ya, I know, you excited about it?” Greyson pauses slightly. “Hey, weren’t you seeing a girl the last time we were there; What was her name Sandra, Serene?” A smile crosses Greyson's face as he is poking fun at Peter.
“Her name is Celeste, Grey, you know that. I hope she hasn't found someone else.”
Leaning against the outer hatch to the main deck Greyson looks back at Peter “ I’m sure she will be overjoyed to see you; Tell you what, I'll give you a little gold to get her a gift or to take her to dinner when we get there. Sound good?”
A smile breaks out on Peter’s face “Sounds good, thanks, Grey.” With a slight nudge, the heavy door swings open. A wash of sea air sweeps into the now open hatch blasting the pair with the smell of salt and fish.
Walking out, the blinding sun is beaming down onto the deck. Greyson raises his hand above his eyes to alleviate the pain till they could adjust. Looking across the deck, shouting and yelling can be heard from all directions. Cranes can be seen loading supplies and gear on both sides of the ship into the drop boats. Crew are running up and down carrying multiple types of supplies rushing to different drop boats before they are set to be released into the water.
Hard footsteps can be heard on the deck behind the pair, thudding as they approach. A hand lands on each of the shoulders of Greyson and Peter. “ So you finally decided to show up, Tend?” A deep grumbled voice asks, standing uncomfortably close to the pair. Greyson and Peter slowly rotate towards the voice. A man standing over six and a half feet tall wearing a white tunic, adorned with bloodstains, stood over the boys casting a shadow across both. This was none other than Captain Gerard Braze.
“Sorry sir, I didn’t hear the call-up,” casually Greyson continues “ At least I am here now and you don’t have to send more than one person to find me.”
A sharp pain is felt in Greyson’s side as Peter jabs an elbow into him. “What he meant sir, is that we are ready for our assignments.” a small waver can be heard in Peter’s voice.
“ Hmm, you, Peter are on reef watch this fish, report to master Helmrick for further duties.” Turning his head to Greyson “ and you mister Tend, can come with me.” sharply turning away from the pair and walking, his footsteps still hard on the deck.
“Catch you topside Grey!”
“As Always Pete!” Separating Peter heads towards the bow as Greyson races to catch up to the captain heading closer to the stern.
With A few quick steps, Greyson catches up to the captain matching strides with him. “What is my assignment sir?”
“You will be protecting the divers this fish”
Both beginning to make their way up steps leading to the quarter deck. “ I know that is abnormal for you but it will be needed. We have reports from the Ravager that a large creature has been patrolling up and down the reef. Unfortunately, they have been unable to scare it off or kill it.”
Making their way across the deck to the navigation room. “Any reports on it, what can I expect at least?”
Stopping with his hand on the door to the next room Captain Braze answers, his voice softening some, “Unfortunately no, this creature is far more elusive than normal. Either way, I will need you to be at your best, this is the last fish and I can't lose anyone.”
Even though most people wouldn’t be able to tell, Greyson has been around long enough to know that Braze was worried and that he sincerely thought that there would be an attack. Despite the captain's burly build, he cared for his crew.
“Understood Captain, I will be on the lookout, don’t worry.”
“Good, and thank you Tend, your harpoons and such are on the table,” pushing the door open, “let the waves guide you truly.”
“And the sea breeze carry you home,” Greyson replies as the door closes behind the captain.
Turning Greyson makes his way over to the table where his standard tools and weapons sit. A harpoon bandolier as well as a heavy flat pack for storing shells and precious items sat next to four perfectly sharpened harpoons. Quickly putting the items on and taking off his boots and gloves Greyson made the climb to his normal diving spot, off the stern of the ship. Moving to the edge of the deck and climbing over the rail he stops. Looking out over the sea the three other ships that make up the community can be seen. To the left, the Ravager sat. Its tall sails folded as it has anchored just off the reef. One side facing out towards the sea as the other watched over the reef, cannons and harpoon launchers scanning for anything dangerous. To the right, shifted the Lard Bastion. A monstrosity of a ship. Large metal plates covered the outer haul. It was the community’s whaling ship capable of catching and hauling some of the largest creatures in the Opeleon sea. Finally gazing out into the open water Greyson could see the Shield Maiden, the Ravager’s sister ship. The Maiden was the first line of defense against pirates and other ships that would try to cause harm to the community. Its armored haul and heavy cannons made it a feat to get through. Greyson looked down into the crystal clear water; it was almost like glass. The beginnings of the reef could be seen far below the surface. Creatures and fish swimming amongst it. Greyson took a deep slow inhale. The salt-filled his nostrils stinging slightly. Letting the air out he leaped from the side of the ship. Plunging the full four stories into the blue water. A small splash as he slid in.