Chapter #7Salvage of the Sea King I by: Goodvibes   "And we're near the ship, boss." The deep voice of Ricardo spoke aloud. Nathan gave a thumbs up at that revelation. The rest of the crew gave their own 'hoorays' of celebration at that announcement. It was an act of God that their tiny ship had managed to be contacted to help salvage this vessel. Which used to be a cruise liner, now derelict wreck floating on the sea. Surprising, and a bit spooky, the group still continued on.
Smiling, Nathan ordered the crew closer. While they drove around the ship, they noticed a small rope towards the side. Which they immediately pounced upon, driving close and quickly wrapping it around their vessel. Once secured, the group slowly made their way upwards, until finally reaching the top. They looked around to see their surroundings, everything looked the same.
Well, the same as in to state what the vessel would've looked like when it set sail on its usual voyages. The outdoor pool wasn't running and their was some debris in it. The slides were a bit rusted and a few windows were broken into. But besides that, their didn't seem to be any sign of life. The crew hesitantly moved forwards to scout their local area before they set up shop. They placed down a few tools and other assorted gadgets that would assist their search.
"You know captain, this shit isn't very inviting. I think we're going to get out bodies stolen or some shit." Tifa joked. Randell gave her a playful punch in response, which was responded with one a little harder. Tifa then went back to her work, which had her inspect several of her tools while the group began to discuss among themselves. A map, graciously given to them by the owners of the Liberation, was rolled across the floor. The three of the six members looked down upon it.
"Okay, we look through the captain's cabin first, before heading down towards the workers cabins, then the civilians. There's like four floors, so its going to take awhile." Amila explained. Nathan and Stacie nodded at that.
"You got your walkie-talkies, right?" Ricardo shouted over to them while he inspected their boat. He watched the waves gently crashed against it, not worried of any tides destroying it at this moment.
With mutual 'yeps or yes' from the trio, the smaller group got up and began their journey towards the captain's quarters. A whistle echoed through the wind while they did so. Stacie seemingly doing it to relieve some worries they had.
"Come on, its all going to be fine." She said. "Nothing bad is here."
"We're not Tifa, you know that right?" Amila replied. "We're not going to jump at our own shadows."
"Yes, I think she only does that to freak out Randell, anyways. They like each other." Nathan shot in.
"No they don't, you know how he acts near scary shit."
"No, its just how they interact with each other..." Nathan and Amila's conversation went on for awhile, in the background Stacie watched with a small smirk. While the foreboding aura of the ship filled the group, at least nothing too odd or strange would occur. They'd scour the ship, then leave for the proper authorities to handle this. And also salvage a few things for their own benefit, mind you.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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