Post by clydemcjackal on Feb 8, 2011 23:08:42 GMT -5
The sun was shining, at a 45 degree angle in the sky, hitting the ocean from the west, getting the sun into Clyde's Eyes. It was his first voyage at sea, and the little dinghy rocked in the gentle waves and breeze as Clyde paddled it onwards. The smoke stacks of his hometown gave off a black trail in the sky, like a final wave goodbye to him.
A few hours of moderate rowing later, the sun was now slanting more, and the sky was beginning to look purple. This troubled McJackal very little, but what bothered him was the black cloud beginning to form to the south, which seemed to encroach upon the horizon. Clyde quickly realized he had been a fool to set off for the first time on what was essentially a rowboat.
As McJackal cursed, noticed a figure of a ship in the distance. After pulling out his father's telescope, he realized it was a merchant's vessel sailing straight towards him, something that might survive the storm that looked to be brewing up.
The little cogs in Clyde's brain whirred together, and he hatched a plan. He'd comandeer this vessel, survive the storm, and probably repay these people by not injuring them, providing they put up no resistence.
Clyde set his dinghy up so that it would pass the rope ladder on the side deck, and he could climb aboard undetected, until it was too late.
Clyde leapt at the right moment, leaving his dinghy behind. There was on going back now (although really, dying in the storm was the only alternative) so Clyde hopped aboard the Merchant Vessel "Bloated Pouch".
As he looked up from his feet, Clyde saw a startled looking merchant, and a fear stricken guard, who raised his long sword in alarm. McJackal's cutlass was at the ready in seconds, to deflect the guard's desperate assault. The flimsy weapon of the guard began to grind against McJacka's sturdy cutlass. As the guard applied more pressure, and screamed "You'll not touch our wares, salty sea dog!", the blade snapped off. Clyde gave the man a jab in the ribs with his free hand, and the guard stumbled backwards. "Ye should have stabbed me when you had the chance, boy" said McJackal, completely unphased.
The Merchant looked terrified "P... Please don't... Hurt me..." he squeaked. "I'll do no such thing" proclaimed Clyde "As long as nobody further attempts stops me, nobody further will be harmed or put in harm's way. I need shelter from this here storm, and a week's travel to the west". The Merchant gulped heavily "This will put me so far in the red...", As Clyde turned the steering wheel around.
The guard got back up to his knees, rubbing his bruised side "You're a monster..." he winced, as Clyde loomed over him menacingly. "AND YER' A NUISANCE!" Clyde bellowed as he tossed the Guard overboard. As luck would have it, the Guard fell near Clyde's Discarded Dinghy. "So take that rowboat and go offer hack-job security to some other poor merchant!" McJackal yelled into the distance. The guard could only shake his fist as the storm clouds began to envelope the open skies.
The ship set sail for 8 days and 8 nights, and on the morning of the 8th night, Clyde saw an island off in the distance with his telescope...
A few hours of moderate rowing later, the sun was now slanting more, and the sky was beginning to look purple. This troubled McJackal very little, but what bothered him was the black cloud beginning to form to the south, which seemed to encroach upon the horizon. Clyde quickly realized he had been a fool to set off for the first time on what was essentially a rowboat.
As McJackal cursed, noticed a figure of a ship in the distance. After pulling out his father's telescope, he realized it was a merchant's vessel sailing straight towards him, something that might survive the storm that looked to be brewing up.
The little cogs in Clyde's brain whirred together, and he hatched a plan. He'd comandeer this vessel, survive the storm, and probably repay these people by not injuring them, providing they put up no resistence.
Clyde set his dinghy up so that it would pass the rope ladder on the side deck, and he could climb aboard undetected, until it was too late.
Clyde leapt at the right moment, leaving his dinghy behind. There was on going back now (although really, dying in the storm was the only alternative) so Clyde hopped aboard the Merchant Vessel "Bloated Pouch".
As he looked up from his feet, Clyde saw a startled looking merchant, and a fear stricken guard, who raised his long sword in alarm. McJackal's cutlass was at the ready in seconds, to deflect the guard's desperate assault. The flimsy weapon of the guard began to grind against McJacka's sturdy cutlass. As the guard applied more pressure, and screamed "You'll not touch our wares, salty sea dog!", the blade snapped off. Clyde gave the man a jab in the ribs with his free hand, and the guard stumbled backwards. "Ye should have stabbed me when you had the chance, boy" said McJackal, completely unphased.
The Merchant looked terrified "P... Please don't... Hurt me..." he squeaked. "I'll do no such thing" proclaimed Clyde "As long as nobody further attempts stops me, nobody further will be harmed or put in harm's way. I need shelter from this here storm, and a week's travel to the west". The Merchant gulped heavily "This will put me so far in the red...", As Clyde turned the steering wheel around.
The guard got back up to his knees, rubbing his bruised side "You're a monster..." he winced, as Clyde loomed over him menacingly. "AND YER' A NUISANCE!" Clyde bellowed as he tossed the Guard overboard. As luck would have it, the Guard fell near Clyde's Discarded Dinghy. "So take that rowboat and go offer hack-job security to some other poor merchant!" McJackal yelled into the distance. The guard could only shake his fist as the storm clouds began to envelope the open skies.
The ship set sail for 8 days and 8 nights, and on the morning of the 8th night, Clyde saw an island off in the distance with his telescope...
