Thomas Mickelow - Preview (WIP)

  The sea was storming and vicious. waves began to crash against the side of the ship tosing it around like it was a tantruming toddler. The winds began to batter the crew who where scrambling across the deck gasping for air as most of them were flung to the ground. Wing being knocked out of them. A man who was caught off guard by the sudden storm was still in the rigging although most of him was now dangling off the edge as he desperately clung on. His legs waving frantically like the sail above him. The cargo bellow creating deafening crashes and crunches as it was crushed by the cannons which had managed to jump out of their holds. As the ship swung to the left a loud splintering and creaking could be heard from bellow deck. One of the cannons had managed to gather enough speed to splinter and chip the hull from the inside and had managed to create a small hole in the side.   Thomas clambered on deck to see the destruction of his father's ship. the wind cut through him as it raced at howling speeds. He barely got onto his feet before the man on the rigging gave a blood-curdling scream as he lost his grip on the mast and was hurtled to the far side of the ship. Managing to hit the top step to the cabin causing him to then roll down the steps and across the deck before another wave flicked his lifeless corps of the vessel. Thomas lurched forward as the cannons bellow took another go at escape. crumpling the hull and sending more splinters into the depths of the vast ocean. Thomas, after finding his balance, began to shimmy across the deck towards the steps to the cabin. People where running hectically completely oblivious to the young boy slowly making his way across the starboard bawl. He would have noticed the creaking boards beneath his feet if only the whole ship hadn't been creaking as if screaming in agony. As Thomas reached the stairs another wave hit the side of the ship sending it in another vicious jerk to the side and causing all the men on deck including Thomas to fly to the port side of the ship. Thomas lost all vision his mind in a whirl his hands clasping to something. as his vision began to clear and his conciseness restored he began to make out large white letters and the rushing sea beneath him. Another man was clinging on a couple of meters away. However, before much could be said the raging sea rose up from below consuming them both. Once it subsided again the man was nowhere to be seen. Thomas was clinging on with frostbitten arms. An arm reached over the side and managed to grab Thomas by the collar of his shirt rising him up back on deck. Thomas turned to see who it was but didn't get time to see before a wooden plank that seemed to have ripped off the other side of the ship came hurtling towards him and hit the man square in the head knocking him unconscious and sending him overboard. Afraid to go anywhere near the edge Thomas began to run up the stairs to the cabin. He clasped on to the railing for support as another wave washed over the deck. there was a huge creaking sound that rung louder than any scream or crash of the ocean. Then there was a splintering sound and suddenly a Boom as one of the cannons finally broke through the hull of the ship and dived into the sea.   The ship was now sinking faster and faster. Thomas reached out for the handle to the cabin but it swung in as the ship tilted sideways. Thomas clambered in hoping to see his father. He was getting up slowly off the ground after being unconscious. he looked up at his son and opened his mouth as though to speak but the sea spun the ship into a frenzy. causing Thomases father to be flung back towards the back window. Thomas felt his hands clasp around a beam as the bowls of the ship exploded causing the whole ship to be torn in two. Thomas managed to get a glance at his beloved father one last time before the ship was submerged entirely and his father has swept away in the torrential currents.   Thomas saw a wave of dark blue wash over his eyes. white splotched darted across his vision and then the dark inky void consumed him as he drifted off to unconsciousness.  

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The raucous sounds of destruction echoed in the air as the lightning-quick cannons crashed through the cargo below, producing deafening crashes and crunches. The ship lurched to the left and a great splintering and creaking was heard from the depths of the vessel. With a frenzy of movement, one of the cannons had gathered enough momentum to break through the hull from within, producing a small hole in the side. A chill wind blew through this opening as the dark tendrils of night crept in, bringing with it a powerful sense of foreboding. In the gloom, the shattered remains of the cargo lay strewn along the ship's hull, a testament to the awesome strength of the tretourous storm gathering above.   Thomas, clad in a thick cloak, clambered on deck to behold the horror strewn about the ship. The wrath of the thundering storms seemed to have rivalled the sentinels of the deep itself. In the dim light, one could make out the scattered debris of his father's vessel, laying before him like a tragic monument of the tempest's strength.   The wind ripped through him like a raging gale, and the man on the mast gave a ghastly shriek as he plunged from his perch and was sent careening across the deck. Thomas stumbled, barely managing to catch himself before the cannon's deafening boom took another toll on the ship, shattering her masts and crampling her hull.   Terrified and awestruck, Thomas found himself barely able to stand as the roar of the water below and the force of the giant waves around him seemed to shake the very foundations of the ship. The sky had grown something much darker than night, as if the very stars had been blotted out from the heavens, leaving only a dread sense of mysteries, secrets and secrets yet untold. Everywhere around him, Thomas could feel danger lurking; perhaps from the depths of the murky waters, or the treacherous winds, or even from the eery silent wailing of the ghosts of fallen crew members that seemed to still linger, haunting the fragment of the ship. With strength born of desperation, Thomas grasped the stairwell, not daring to look back as he trudged up and away from certain death.   Lightning cracked across the inky sky, illuminating the anguished faces of survivors and the broken remains of the once proud vessel. Even the wind seemed to carry with it an eerie wail, as if the lost souls of those who perished were still trying desperately to make their presence known to the living. With trembling hands, Thomas grabbed the steps to the cabin, not daring to look back taking step by step up to the helm.   The rain thundering on the deck, the flight of gulls above and the stinging chill of salty air, all bore witness to the disaster that had happened. The mast had been blown to pieces, the shattered remains of the cargo lay strewn across the ship's hull and the cannon lay upturned in a mound of crumbling ruin, flickering in the faint light of the stormy skies. Glancing around, Thomas searched the deck in vain, desperately attempting to recognize the remains of his father's ship in the treacherous chaos. Finally, steeling himself against the turbulent winds, he reached for the wheel in a sad attempt to steer the ship to safer waters.   With a deafening clap of thunder, the implacable sea wrested the vessel from its anchorage, the force so great as to shatter it in two. Thomas was sent careening, his body colliding against the wooden banister before tumbling into the roiling foam below.