((This is kind of a gruping of music inspired works that have no baring on anything at all, kind of a collage of works that bit and bit hard until I put them down on 'paper'. Sorry if none of it gose with any of the storylines being writen currently.))
Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider. Welcome to their roar!
Swift be their guidance, wheres oe'er it lead!
Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed,
And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale,
Still must I on; for I am as a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
? Lord Byron
The boat pitched and rolled beneath the crashing waves of the ocean swells that marked the line between that world and this. The nexus they called it, a point that linked thousands of worlds together, and the point where the Jolly Miss had been almost rent in two from bow to stern. Maria hated water travel, her fingers bit tightly into the railing of the main stair as she pulled herself up deck, ducking her head as a wave crashed over the port railing, soaking everyone above deck.
Maria shook her head and pushed now soaked hair out of her face as she pushed herself forward. Rushing to the starboard rail to grip the padded leather top with all her might and looked out at the churning sea then up at the dark storm clouds above, the storm raging above. The rain stung her eyes. Behind her she could hear the captain shouting orders to his men as others below deck rushed out to the relative safety of the outside world.
Maria was aghast at the whole idea that being below deck was so much more unsafe, then being up here as she looked around her. From somewhere a rough, sea worn hand, grabbed her upper arm and propelled her back to the middle of the ship, her body colliding unsteadily with the other passengers. She gathered her footing only to lose it again as another swell lurched the ship's bow high in the air, seeming to just float there for a second in what almost seemed to be a pause in all movement, all noise, as if the world had taken a silent breath, holding it in fear of realising the power of the world on the small helpless ship, then suddenly with a strong gust of wind that for a second deflated the main sail, then in the next refilled the sail straining the mast to the breaking point, the ships nose plunged.
Water rushed over the bow of the ship, rushing forward towards the trembling mass of passengers. From somewhere in the darkness animals screamed in fear. Hooves smashed on the deck from where horses were tethered, chickens flapped useless wings inside the wire cages, pigs screeched and a couple dogs bayed lunging on the ends of their leads, mere seconds before the water consumed the cacophony. Maria found herself thrown back as the wave hit the group, throwing her back against the cabin doors as the ship continued its terrifying decent into the waters below.
Again everything for a moment was still and silent, water blurred Maria's vision, salt stinging her vision, bubbles surrounded her, then she could the attempted screams of others as they tried to swim for it as the ship started to rise again, the heavy wooden vessel carrying its passengers back up with it, sending those onboard back into the deck with painful results. Maria felt the air rush from her lungs as she collided with the deck of the ship as air once more found the ship on top of the water instead of under it, once more beginning to climb the next swell, precariously starting to turn broad side to the wave.
Maria could hear screams all around her, men were missing, thrown into the water, the captain was clinging to the wheel, screaming orders as loud as he could, fighting to turn the ship into the cresting wave, a battle he could not win. She knew it, she could see it in the strain in his arms, he was braced but the wheel was not moving. The young Asian sucked in a painful breath and struggled to her feet once more and pushed her hair again away from her face. She could see everyone looking around in panic as they tried to find a safe place on the ship as she slowly started to lean to port, the whole ship creaked with the strain, moaning out her death throws mere seconds before a loud cracking noise echoed over the sound of the storm, drawing eyes heaven-wards.
Maria's eyes widened as she watched the main sails lose their toughtness once more, this time to begin collapsing onto themselves as the mast was broken in two as if it were nothing more then a match stick. Maria gasped as the huge four foot round mast crashed down onto the port rail, ripping a huge hole in the side of the ship as the wave crashed over the starboard rail of the ship, pushing her with the might of the gods as the four masted vessel was thrown over onto her port side, water rushing into the gash along her side, her rigging keeping the massive mainsail attached to the dieing ship, the ropes tangling anything that got near them.
Maria found herself once more surrounded by water as she was thrown down into the ocean swells, the sinking ship mere feet from where the waters now threatened to drown her.
Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider. Welcome to their roar!
Swift be their guidance, wheres oe'er it lead!
Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed,
And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale,
Still must I on; for I am as a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
? Lord Byron
The boat pitched and rolled beneath the crashing waves of the ocean swells that marked the line between that world and this. The nexus they called it, a point that linked thousands of worlds together, and the point where the Jolly Miss had been almost rent in two from bow to stern. Maria hated water travel, her fingers bit tightly into the railing of the main stair as she pulled herself up deck, ducking her head as a wave crashed over the port railing, soaking everyone above deck.
Maria shook her head and pushed now soaked hair out of her face as she pushed herself forward. Rushing to the starboard rail to grip the padded leather top with all her might and looked out at the churning sea then up at the dark storm clouds above, the storm raging above. The rain stung her eyes. Behind her she could hear the captain shouting orders to his men as others below deck rushed out to the relative safety of the outside world.
Maria was aghast at the whole idea that being below deck was so much more unsafe, then being up here as she looked around her. From somewhere a rough, sea worn hand, grabbed her upper arm and propelled her back to the middle of the ship, her body colliding unsteadily with the other passengers. She gathered her footing only to lose it again as another swell lurched the ship's bow high in the air, seeming to just float there for a second in what almost seemed to be a pause in all movement, all noise, as if the world had taken a silent breath, holding it in fear of realising the power of the world on the small helpless ship, then suddenly with a strong gust of wind that for a second deflated the main sail, then in the next refilled the sail straining the mast to the breaking point, the ships nose plunged.
Water rushed over the bow of the ship, rushing forward towards the trembling mass of passengers. From somewhere in the darkness animals screamed in fear. Hooves smashed on the deck from where horses were tethered, chickens flapped useless wings inside the wire cages, pigs screeched and a couple dogs bayed lunging on the ends of their leads, mere seconds before the water consumed the cacophony. Maria found herself thrown back as the wave hit the group, throwing her back against the cabin doors as the ship continued its terrifying decent into the waters below.
Again everything for a moment was still and silent, water blurred Maria's vision, salt stinging her vision, bubbles surrounded her, then she could the attempted screams of others as they tried to swim for it as the ship started to rise again, the heavy wooden vessel carrying its passengers back up with it, sending those onboard back into the deck with painful results. Maria felt the air rush from her lungs as she collided with the deck of the ship as air once more found the ship on top of the water instead of under it, once more beginning to climb the next swell, precariously starting to turn broad side to the wave.
Maria could hear screams all around her, men were missing, thrown into the water, the captain was clinging to the wheel, screaming orders as loud as he could, fighting to turn the ship into the cresting wave, a battle he could not win. She knew it, she could see it in the strain in his arms, he was braced but the wheel was not moving. The young Asian sucked in a painful breath and struggled to her feet once more and pushed her hair again away from her face. She could see everyone looking around in panic as they tried to find a safe place on the ship as she slowly started to lean to port, the whole ship creaked with the strain, moaning out her death throws mere seconds before a loud cracking noise echoed over the sound of the storm, drawing eyes heaven-wards.
Maria's eyes widened as she watched the main sails lose their toughtness once more, this time to begin collapsing onto themselves as the mast was broken in two as if it were nothing more then a match stick. Maria gasped as the huge four foot round mast crashed down onto the port rail, ripping a huge hole in the side of the ship as the wave crashed over the starboard rail of the ship, pushing her with the might of the gods as the four masted vessel was thrown over onto her port side, water rushing into the gash along her side, her rigging keeping the massive mainsail attached to the dieing ship, the ropes tangling anything that got near them.
Maria found herself once more surrounded by water as she was thrown down into the ocean swells, the sinking ship mere feet from where the waters now threatened to drown her.