Ch. 279. The Diamond’s Embrace

Beau saw it before it was too late, the gigantic lizard’s hide slamming into the bow of the Calinda, knocking off her bowsprit like a twig. Like his crossbowmen, he was at the portholes just below the bow, firing away with bolts towards the dragon. And like them, he would need to avoid a dragon’s wing crashing into his body and breaking it just as easily as the now splintered bowsprit.

However, unlike the last time his crossbowmen went to battle with one of the beasts, this one wasn’t stupid enough to look into one of the portholes. No lucky shot was going to save the Captain’s boat this time.  Giving a yell to grab their attention, he pointed towards the exit and sprinted in front of the mass of men making their way out. He scowled slightly upon his exit into the freezing rain to see a few men literally gouging their way out of the walls of the forward firing port. After all, it was designed to shoot ballistas in long arcs towards ships on the seas (Beau suspected it had at one time been used for cannon, and probably also intended for head-to-head battles possibly with other airships, but this was currently neither here nor there), and the idea that it could be cracked, and the men inside in desperate need of escape, had never entered the designer’s mind.

But as Beau was making a mental count to make sure all had made it out safely (a funeral didn’t exactly fit into Beau’s plans) when a loud cry seeming to come from the far away end of a tunnel made its way into his ears:

“Shit, piss and corruption!”

That sounds like… and it hit him, The Prince! He must’ve been firing from the main deck! Beau surmised. With a pointed direction, Beau’s trained crossbowmen immediately went into positions along the railings of the main deck and began firing at their prey, small explosions, and acid-like hisses from the diamond hard skin of the Dragon indicating that that training had indeed paid off. Meanwhile, Beau reached down to the remnants of the bowsprit’s rigging, Prince Peino dangling like a worm on a hook in its embrace.

“Not easy as it looks, eh d’ami?” Beau said with a somewhat out of place smirk, considering the chaos going on around him. And with that he began the slow process of rolling up the rope to drag the Prince in.

Maybe saving his life will throw him off the scent, eh?


About Maurepas

I'm Charlie, aka, Maurepas, I write with Mura and Avayu in various RPs in Nationstates. I enjoy writing things, and the writing I do with them. I'm currently attempting to attend college, in pursuit of a Teaching Degree in History.
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