Post by High Tide on Oct 2, 2015 19:43:11 GMT -5
“FIRE! FIRE ON THE MAIN DECK,” a piercing cry could barely be heard over the cacophony of sounds the newest storm brought and High Tide knew he had to act fast. Pushing the nearest man aside (who happened to be none other than his PCW tag team partner) in his haste to get to his newest contraption, his feet moved with practised ease on the slippery wood below. His long coat was so drenched that he wasn't sure how the enemy ship had managed to start a successful round of flames, but he didn't have time to figure it out. He reached his destination a small closet near the stairs the led below deck, passing the small but growing fire as he did.
A quick turn of the handle and he was in, grabbing a large hose from it's holder on the wall, and quickly uncoiling it. The hose, whose other end was sucking water from the sea, had been the brainchild of High Tide. After two near sea battle losses, both because of fires spreading, he had thought of the solution to the problem. After all they were surrounded by water, why not use it he had thought to himself.
He grabbed the handle and applied pressure, marvelling as the water came out at a decent pressure. He was in front of the flames now, dousing them while simultaneously ducking for cover on occasion, for the enemy ship, smaller but well equipped had changed tactics. Apparently lacking cannonballs they had taken to stuffing their cannons full of marbles and shooting the now deadly payload at random into High Tide's beautiful ship, The Wave Runner. A couple of the crew were hit, left with huge welts, and one man they called The Giant lay face down on the deck, unmoving.
There was no time to worry about The Giant though, and now that the flames were out he could focus on getting them out of danger. A figure appeared at his side, pulling him down to the deck once more and he heard the whizzing of projectiles flying over him harmlessly, where his head had been only moments before. He looked over to see Wasp had made his way over to him, the man's strong arms pulling him to his feet.
“Tide we need to get the hell out of here. We clearly lost the element of surprise, and what's worse is we have a damn match in twelve hours. Why you chose now of all times to go after the Jewel of Highbeard is beyond me!” an exasperated Wasp shook his head, but Tide wasn't going to have any of it.
“Yar! There'll be none of that backtalk. It was a good time for taking but now it is not so. As for the match, why are you worried? We'll get there assuming our bodies haven't been riddled with marbles and we'll do good. I think the match booker was high as our sails matey. Who in their right mind would put two old geezers in the ring with Fudge and Fury and us, knowing that four of us thrive in chaos and the old men don't? I'm not worried about the relics in this match, it's The Law that I'm worried about. You see Judge has a nasty mean streak, and I'm not talking in his pants. The man is violent and unstable; it doesn't take a pirate to see that,” High Tide replied and then yelled for the person at the wheel to turn the boat around. Wasp was going to argue, but the sudden momentum sent him flying to the side as his feet failed to gain traction with the slippery deck below. He barely managed to snag a section of “tie down rope”, another of Tide's contraptions which was merely a piece of thick rope tied down well for this exact purpose, and hung on until the ship was travelling straight again.
High Tide who hadn't moved a muscle, having unnatural balance on the open seas and a familiarity with The Wave Runner, merely smiled. “I see the beginnings of an argument in your eyes old friend, but let me put it to you like this. We've had our in ring disagreements in the past have we not? I bet everyone there is banking on my “gold lust” to ring louder than all. They will try to put us against each other, but since I've resumed command of this little operation, my mindset has changed. What good is gold if I don't have at least one trusted man to have my back? Besides this is a small title in the big picture of things. POWER is what I crave Wasp my friend, not wealth. Together in that ring we're going to bring a brand of chaos like PCW hasn't seen before. I don't care if I make the pin or you do, let me make that clear. So long as it is one of us, then I am happy. What I need you to do is keep an eye on the old timers. They'll pull one right out from underneath us if we aren't ready, and in ways unexpected,” Tide spoke seriously, and for a moment Wasp wondered if he had sworn off the booze again, only to see the pirate swig deeply from his flask as if he had read his thoughts.
“I can do that. If we can keep them on the outside and bring it hard to Judge and Jury then we might just be able to pull one out from under them. After all, like you said, who else is as suited to the chaos of a tornado tag match like we are?” Wasp said smiling, and for once we felt happy about the state of his partner before a match. It was like things were in order, a strange sort of chaotic order. It was a weird feeling.
The ship pulled into port a few hours later, the storm finally quieting down. Wasp and the others worked hard to mend the ship as best they could, while Tide took what he termed “a well deserved break”. He sipped deeply from his flask which he had filled for the third time since they had left. Yes, everything was much clearer in his head these days. Gone were the days of inter tag team squabbles over petty things like gold. No, he needed Wasp in his corner, and he could truly say for once that if it was Wasp to pick up the pin, then he would be quite okay with that. Quite okay indeed.
A quick turn of the handle and he was in, grabbing a large hose from it's holder on the wall, and quickly uncoiling it. The hose, whose other end was sucking water from the sea, had been the brainchild of High Tide. After two near sea battle losses, both because of fires spreading, he had thought of the solution to the problem. After all they were surrounded by water, why not use it he had thought to himself.
He grabbed the handle and applied pressure, marvelling as the water came out at a decent pressure. He was in front of the flames now, dousing them while simultaneously ducking for cover on occasion, for the enemy ship, smaller but well equipped had changed tactics. Apparently lacking cannonballs they had taken to stuffing their cannons full of marbles and shooting the now deadly payload at random into High Tide's beautiful ship, The Wave Runner. A couple of the crew were hit, left with huge welts, and one man they called The Giant lay face down on the deck, unmoving.
There was no time to worry about The Giant though, and now that the flames were out he could focus on getting them out of danger. A figure appeared at his side, pulling him down to the deck once more and he heard the whizzing of projectiles flying over him harmlessly, where his head had been only moments before. He looked over to see Wasp had made his way over to him, the man's strong arms pulling him to his feet.
“Tide we need to get the hell out of here. We clearly lost the element of surprise, and what's worse is we have a damn match in twelve hours. Why you chose now of all times to go after the Jewel of Highbeard is beyond me!” an exasperated Wasp shook his head, but Tide wasn't going to have any of it.
“Yar! There'll be none of that backtalk. It was a good time for taking but now it is not so. As for the match, why are you worried? We'll get there assuming our bodies haven't been riddled with marbles and we'll do good. I think the match booker was high as our sails matey. Who in their right mind would put two old geezers in the ring with Fudge and Fury and us, knowing that four of us thrive in chaos and the old men don't? I'm not worried about the relics in this match, it's The Law that I'm worried about. You see Judge has a nasty mean streak, and I'm not talking in his pants. The man is violent and unstable; it doesn't take a pirate to see that,” High Tide replied and then yelled for the person at the wheel to turn the boat around. Wasp was going to argue, but the sudden momentum sent him flying to the side as his feet failed to gain traction with the slippery deck below. He barely managed to snag a section of “tie down rope”, another of Tide's contraptions which was merely a piece of thick rope tied down well for this exact purpose, and hung on until the ship was travelling straight again.
High Tide who hadn't moved a muscle, having unnatural balance on the open seas and a familiarity with The Wave Runner, merely smiled. “I see the beginnings of an argument in your eyes old friend, but let me put it to you like this. We've had our in ring disagreements in the past have we not? I bet everyone there is banking on my “gold lust” to ring louder than all. They will try to put us against each other, but since I've resumed command of this little operation, my mindset has changed. What good is gold if I don't have at least one trusted man to have my back? Besides this is a small title in the big picture of things. POWER is what I crave Wasp my friend, not wealth. Together in that ring we're going to bring a brand of chaos like PCW hasn't seen before. I don't care if I make the pin or you do, let me make that clear. So long as it is one of us, then I am happy. What I need you to do is keep an eye on the old timers. They'll pull one right out from underneath us if we aren't ready, and in ways unexpected,” Tide spoke seriously, and for a moment Wasp wondered if he had sworn off the booze again, only to see the pirate swig deeply from his flask as if he had read his thoughts.
“I can do that. If we can keep them on the outside and bring it hard to Judge and Jury then we might just be able to pull one out from under them. After all, like you said, who else is as suited to the chaos of a tornado tag match like we are?” Wasp said smiling, and for once we felt happy about the state of his partner before a match. It was like things were in order, a strange sort of chaotic order. It was a weird feeling.
The ship pulled into port a few hours later, the storm finally quieting down. Wasp and the others worked hard to mend the ship as best they could, while Tide took what he termed “a well deserved break”. He sipped deeply from his flask which he had filled for the third time since they had left. Yes, everything was much clearer in his head these days. Gone were the days of inter tag team squabbles over petty things like gold. No, he needed Wasp in his corner, and he could truly say for once that if it was Wasp to pick up the pin, then he would be quite okay with that. Quite okay indeed.
