BakaTheIdiot
Viscount of Spaghetti Code
More and more sailors were tranced, with Ashitaka running around like a madman getting the crew to pull it together. This was exceptionally difficult given that he still couldn't hear anything - perhaps earplugs were more of a curse than a blessing. With a few more hands now awake on deck, the air was getting increasingly still. He could've swore that he heard something coming from above him, or at least whatever garbled mess could make it through the sponge, and looked up to see a... bird? Now wasn't the time for questions. He allowed himself some hearing just long enough to hear the repeat:
"INCOMING!! KRAAAAA!! ALL CREW BELOW DECK! ALL CREW BELOW DECK!"
Perhaps it was time for a tactical retreat below the main deck. Returning his ear protection, he set about his new task: get as many sailors below as possible, himself included. Taking a detour to escort as many crewmen as he could find, hilt now firmly grasped in his hand, he narrowly avoided a broom shooting out of the door like a cannon, and made his way below deck, where he could finally relieve himself of the silencing tools. Note to self: figure out a better way to block out siren song. More than a few crewmates below had a rather uncomfortable red mark across their face - presumably from the steel of his gauntlet glancing their cheek. Whether they were giving him looks of contempt or gratitude, or perhaps intimidation, it just wasn't that important: they would thank him later.
And then... silence. Again. At first, he thought he was losing his mind and forgot to take out the earplugs, but they were in the palm of his hand. He tried to speak and get someone's attention, but he could not be heard - he couldn't even hear himself. What was happening? The crew looked just as uneasy as he did, albeit with more futility in trying to voice their concerns. Maybe those bards really were good at what they do.
There was nothing to do now but wait. The ship drifted on, soundless and alone, when out of nowhere... impact. He couldn't hear it, but he felt the wood tremble, and started for the main deck once more. Had they been boarded? Yes and no. It was only Ymir, thankfully. Only a short distance away from him stood Leo and Ruvo. They were clearly pouring their heart and soul - or at the very least their mana - into the music, only adding to the disappointment that he couldn't hear anything. Still, he remained wary, keeping his eye on the horizon, scanning for the Sirens.
But none came.
Eventually, what felt like ages after the silence began, it ended, and the ship was now within spitting distance of the shore. After a rather harrowing journey to sea, land was a sight for a sore eye. The crew had returned above deck, once again shooting glances his way. Surely he didn't hit anyone that hard... did he? One man in particular - Ashitaka recognized him as the first man he awoke - stood staring for a moment. He returned the gaze, looking him dead on. "Oh don't look at me like that. You're alive, aren't you?" The sailor sighed and walked away.
"Well! You made it past the sirens. I'd compliment your playing had I heard much of it. Can I ask what the cannon-fire was? Also I hate to say soon after the last disaster, but I think we may have pirates docked on the island." It was good to hear a familiar voice again, and while he didn't know anything about any cannon fire - maybe the broom? No, that would be ridiculous - he was all too familiar with pirates. Pirates? Here? Why? What were they going after that was so valuable? Ashitaka was beginning to sorely regret coming along on a Silver rank mission for his first. Still, there was no turning back now, thus he steeled his courage and set about reorienting the crew and helping where he was needed - all while awaiting further orders.
"INCOMING!! KRAAAAA!! ALL CREW BELOW DECK! ALL CREW BELOW DECK!"
Perhaps it was time for a tactical retreat below the main deck. Returning his ear protection, he set about his new task: get as many sailors below as possible, himself included. Taking a detour to escort as many crewmen as he could find, hilt now firmly grasped in his hand, he narrowly avoided a broom shooting out of the door like a cannon, and made his way below deck, where he could finally relieve himself of the silencing tools. Note to self: figure out a better way to block out siren song. More than a few crewmates below had a rather uncomfortable red mark across their face - presumably from the steel of his gauntlet glancing their cheek. Whether they were giving him looks of contempt or gratitude, or perhaps intimidation, it just wasn't that important: they would thank him later.
And then... silence. Again. At first, he thought he was losing his mind and forgot to take out the earplugs, but they were in the palm of his hand. He tried to speak and get someone's attention, but he could not be heard - he couldn't even hear himself. What was happening? The crew looked just as uneasy as he did, albeit with more futility in trying to voice their concerns. Maybe those bards really were good at what they do.
There was nothing to do now but wait. The ship drifted on, soundless and alone, when out of nowhere... impact. He couldn't hear it, but he felt the wood tremble, and started for the main deck once more. Had they been boarded? Yes and no. It was only Ymir, thankfully. Only a short distance away from him stood Leo and Ruvo. They were clearly pouring their heart and soul - or at the very least their mana - into the music, only adding to the disappointment that he couldn't hear anything. Still, he remained wary, keeping his eye on the horizon, scanning for the Sirens.
But none came.
Eventually, what felt like ages after the silence began, it ended, and the ship was now within spitting distance of the shore. After a rather harrowing journey to sea, land was a sight for a sore eye. The crew had returned above deck, once again shooting glances his way. Surely he didn't hit anyone that hard... did he? One man in particular - Ashitaka recognized him as the first man he awoke - stood staring for a moment. He returned the gaze, looking him dead on. "Oh don't look at me like that. You're alive, aren't you?" The sailor sighed and walked away.
"Well! You made it past the sirens. I'd compliment your playing had I heard much of it. Can I ask what the cannon-fire was? Also I hate to say soon after the last disaster, but I think we may have pirates docked on the island." It was good to hear a familiar voice again, and while he didn't know anything about any cannon fire - maybe the broom? No, that would be ridiculous - he was all too familiar with pirates. Pirates? Here? Why? What were they going after that was so valuable? Ashitaka was beginning to sorely regret coming along on a Silver rank mission for his first. Still, there was no turning back now, thus he steeled his courage and set about reorienting the crew and helping where he was needed - all while awaiting further orders.