Ineffectivd
Supreme Logician
Sanade Nishijima, World: Concordia, Date: 25/7
The wind whipped at the sails. Nishijima’s eyes went from the waters that now rocked the ship back and forth where it previously was but lapping against the wooden construct. From the looks of the sailors around her, these signs did not bode well for the progress of the ship. Nishijima turned away from the stern of the ship, her sword grasped in her left hand as she gave the orders to the soldiers that accompanied her to make sure the cargo stays in the ship. She caught the captain of the ship as he ran past with his own crew, rushing to secure the rigging and furl up the sails.
“This rush. Tell me, what is all this about?”
“A storm, Master Nishijima.” The captain broke free of the lady’s grasp. “A rough one at that.”
Sanade Nishijima could not help but laugh inwardly. So, the Shogun would leave her to deal with pirates after the news of the attacks on the trade route, but left her with no devices to cleave a way through a potentially lethal storms. Truly, her abyssal luck was beginning to show itself once more. It was more than obvious that whatever fortune she had before, it wasn’t with her now – dark clouds loomed overhead, their presence ominous as they flashed white and grey when lightning streaked across them. The thunder competed with the roaring sea as nature decided to play with the ship in its hands. Nishijima gripped the side of the ship, and steeled herself as the first drops of rain began to fall.
“We have to turn back, Master Nishijima!” the captain called over the storm, his voice barely a whisper over the tumult that deafened the ears of those who were not used to war or the chaos of nature.
“None of that talk, captain! We set sail for our destination, come storm or-“
Nishijima was cut off when the first wave came, striking the boat with the force of a hammer tending to a sword in the forge. Nishijima was knocked off her feet and sent crashing into the opposite side of the ship. She could barely hear the scream of one of the soldiers as he was thrown overboard as her ears rang from the confusion that reigned the scene. She picked herself up and dragged the captain beside her to his feet. She grasped his jerkin and shook him. “Get yourself together, man. We will get through this storm. Yamato’s relations depend on it!”
“Are you mad? We’ll be killed! The cargo won’t even survive this trip, much less our damned relationships!” The captain retorted.
As the duo’s voices rose to compete against each other and the storm, they failed to note the shadow that further darkened the deck of the ship. The soldiers and the crew, however, did. They did the most reasonable thing that any would have done on that exact moment: abandoning the ship. The soldiers threw off their armour and weapons, as the crew went first in leaping off the ship. The soldiers followed soon after. It was only then that Nishijima and the captain looked up at the tidal wave that now loomed above the ship, and tilted the boat ever so as it approached its breaking point. Vertigo had just taken hold of them before the wave crashed downwards. Nishijima found herself instantly submerged in liquid darkness. The initial impact of the wave sent the samurai into a daze, unable to move her body from the trauma. The remnants of the ship drifted down beside her, and the last she saw was the chest that stored whatever the Shogun had ordered to be delivered, before black shut off her vision.
The wind whipped at the sails. Nishijima’s eyes went from the waters that now rocked the ship back and forth where it previously was but lapping against the wooden construct. From the looks of the sailors around her, these signs did not bode well for the progress of the ship. Nishijima turned away from the stern of the ship, her sword grasped in her left hand as she gave the orders to the soldiers that accompanied her to make sure the cargo stays in the ship. She caught the captain of the ship as he ran past with his own crew, rushing to secure the rigging and furl up the sails.
“This rush. Tell me, what is all this about?”
“A storm, Master Nishijima.” The captain broke free of the lady’s grasp. “A rough one at that.”
Sanade Nishijima could not help but laugh inwardly. So, the Shogun would leave her to deal with pirates after the news of the attacks on the trade route, but left her with no devices to cleave a way through a potentially lethal storms. Truly, her abyssal luck was beginning to show itself once more. It was more than obvious that whatever fortune she had before, it wasn’t with her now – dark clouds loomed overhead, their presence ominous as they flashed white and grey when lightning streaked across them. The thunder competed with the roaring sea as nature decided to play with the ship in its hands. Nishijima gripped the side of the ship, and steeled herself as the first drops of rain began to fall.
“We have to turn back, Master Nishijima!” the captain called over the storm, his voice barely a whisper over the tumult that deafened the ears of those who were not used to war or the chaos of nature.
“None of that talk, captain! We set sail for our destination, come storm or-“
Nishijima was cut off when the first wave came, striking the boat with the force of a hammer tending to a sword in the forge. Nishijima was knocked off her feet and sent crashing into the opposite side of the ship. She could barely hear the scream of one of the soldiers as he was thrown overboard as her ears rang from the confusion that reigned the scene. She picked herself up and dragged the captain beside her to his feet. She grasped his jerkin and shook him. “Get yourself together, man. We will get through this storm. Yamato’s relations depend on it!”
“Are you mad? We’ll be killed! The cargo won’t even survive this trip, much less our damned relationships!” The captain retorted.
As the duo’s voices rose to compete against each other and the storm, they failed to note the shadow that further darkened the deck of the ship. The soldiers and the crew, however, did. They did the most reasonable thing that any would have done on that exact moment: abandoning the ship. The soldiers threw off their armour and weapons, as the crew went first in leaping off the ship. The soldiers followed soon after. It was only then that Nishijima and the captain looked up at the tidal wave that now loomed above the ship, and tilted the boat ever so as it approached its breaking point. Vertigo had just taken hold of them before the wave crashed downwards. Nishijima found herself instantly submerged in liquid darkness. The initial impact of the wave sent the samurai into a daze, unable to move her body from the trauma. The remnants of the ship drifted down beside her, and the last she saw was the chest that stored whatever the Shogun had ordered to be delivered, before black shut off her vision.