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| Aria's Story - Installment #1; by Rashido | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 20 2013, 06:58 PM (555 Views) | |
| Rashido | Aug 20 2013, 06:58 PM Post #1 |
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Adventurer
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The stinging rain pelted down with a ferocity I’d never known. A thick fog entrenched our vessel so completely, even standing at the tip of the bow; I couldn’t see ten feet in front of the ship. The deep blue water screamed and lashed at the underside of the ship, waves pummeling the steel sides of the colossal cruiser. However, it was what lay between the whitecaps that truly frightened me. Dark swirling shapes, horribly huge, moved beneath the water with sinuous fluidity and murderous intent. The presence of so many large sharks was disconcerting, especially because we had no visibility. What if the captain crashed us on a seamount or something? The ship was far too large to walk (or sail) away unscathed from something like that. I pulled my coat around me tighter, but left my hood off. Despite the deep chill it brought, the rain felt good. I put my head back and let the rain run down my face, and remained like that until a particularly huge wave smashed into the side of the ship, knocking me to the ground. As I stumbled to my feet, I heard a voice call. “Aria? What are you doing out here? Get inside!” My mom called out, struggling to make her voice heard over the gale-force winds and angry sea. As she turned back and walked into the ship, I shook out my long hair, reprimanding myself for making it look so dreadful by standing in the rain for 10 minutes. As I began my retreat to the interior of the cruise ship, lightly combing out my hair with my fingers, a thunderous force slammed into the ship, and I was thrown violently to the floor. The thunderous shrieking of ripping steel shot through the air with a shockwave. I felt the deck beneath me shift, and suddenly I was rolling towards the starboard side of the ship, screaming. I could hear people screaming, and someone calling out to me, but I couldn’t stop myself from sliding towards the edge of the ship. When I hit the edge, I clung to the bar, hoping to keep myself from falling off the deck. Suddenly, with a mighty screech, the deck tipped even further and I could see the wooden floor splintering, ripping itself apart. The ship was getting cut in half, and I was getting closer and closer to losing my grip on the railing. In a brutally abrupt fashion, the ship suddenly tore completely in half, and my half of the ship plummeted towards the water. I realized that if I didn’t move right away I would be underneath the ship as it sank to the ocean floor. Making a split-second decision, I planted my feet on the bars of the railing, and dove into the sea. What I hadn’t been counting on was the abundance of rocks in the shoal our ship had stranded itself on. --- I awoke with a start, thinking, Why am I all wet..? With a gasp, the crash of the cruise ship came flooding back to me. I was half in the sea, half on a jagged rock that stabbed into my left side as I desperately clung to it. I tried to move, but realized that my long coat was caught on the rock beneath the surface of the water. I tugged on the long insulating garment, but the wet fabric was strong, stronger than my exhausted muscles could hope to be right now. I looked around, and saw the ship still sinking into the stormy waters. I lay back in the water, my long hair fanning out on the surface behind me, hoping to loosen the rock’s grasp on my coat, but then I saw the fin. Far too large to be a shark, of any kind, it flopped to the side yet still stood nearly 4 feet above the water. I’d been to SeaWorld enough times to know an orca when I saw one. A puff of steam shot from the water, as the fin rapidly closed on me. Orcas were nice, right? Friendly! I had read somewhere that there has never been an attack on a human by a wild orca. Maybe it was here to eat the sharks? It must be. Just because it’s making a beeline for me doesn’t mean it’s going to attack me, does it? My internal reverie was snapped by the hiss of steam behind my head. I turned rapidly, breathing heavy, and found myself face to face with an orca the size of a bus. It nudged me, gently, and clicked at me rapidly. I turned back and saw the floppy fin approaching even faster than before. The friendly orca nudged me again, and I felt a deep thrumming course through my bones. Its eyes, the size of baseballs, seemed to sing to me. The behemoth proffered its head, dipping its forehead low into the water invitingly. I saw the floppy fin was drawing ever closer, and its presence felt somehow maligned. “Dead if I do, dead if I don’t.” I grumbled with a small shrug, grabbing onto the friendly orca, who I assumed to be a girl for no reason at all. She turned in the water, giving me access to her dorsal fin as a secure place to grab. It took precious seconds to extract myself from my raincoat, abandoning it on the rock. My body, broken and brutalized, struggled to make the distance to her back. Once I had grabbed onto the fin, which was nearly as tall as I was, it was surprisingly slippery. It was difficult enough to hold on when the over-large dolphin was stationary, and I hesitated to imagine what it would be like once we were in the torrential sea, moving. Needless to say, it was worse. So, it's a short chapter, but I start school tomorrow and I don't have time to write a whole lot. I'll write part 2 soon. Edited by Rashido, Aug 31 2013, 04:05 PM.
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| Munfy | Aug 20 2013, 07:25 PM Post #2 |
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I see you were getting impatient and felt like writhing lol |
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| Wild | Aug 20 2013, 08:48 PM Post #3 |
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well there's not not much I can say since it was a short chapter, great writing as usual. I'm really excited to see how her journey goes |
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| Fishfreak | Aug 21 2013, 02:27 AM Post #4 |
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Short, but very nice, looking forward to knowing Aria's story |
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| Black Ice | Aug 21 2013, 03:19 PM Post #5 |
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Reminds me of the new Tomb Raider. |
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| Wyvax | Aug 22 2013, 02:32 PM Post #6 |
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We Within
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I see some foreshadowing here. |
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| Rashido | Aug 31 2013, 04:07 PM Post #7 |
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Adventurer
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Writing part 2 now. |
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| Wild | Dec 30 2013, 08:28 PM Post #8 |
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soooooo part 2? |
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| VenomousDragon | Dec 30 2013, 08:34 PM Post #9 |
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The Perpetrator of Canadian Carnage
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Wow you started it way back in August? Must be really long by now |
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| Wild | Dec 30 2013, 08:34 PM Post #10 |
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lmao, tha'd be hilarious if he actually had been working on it since then, man that could qualify as a novel |
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