Post by Shinonome Morgan on Feb 11, 2014 21:45:21 GMT -6
"Look down, look down, don't look him in the eyes..."
She sung the old tune of slave workers, the song of the men who pulled in the boats during times of repair and reconstruction unto the coasts, with hell burning on their muscles and tension blazing along their skin, as the ropes were rough and the ship was strong. A song about disgrace, keeping a sanity under the heavy eye of the bourgeois who wanted nothing but punishment.
It didn't suit her situation at all, though. It was just a song at this point, though the actions it was sung to might have been the same. She was the bourgeois, in a way; to be captain of the ship that she was hauling in after a sudden thickening of the ice that it so easily cracked before. The Ophelia was tough, but not tough enough to render cold winter waters useless. A decision that was made on the way home, just moments from shore; until the ocean froze over and sailing became the equivalent to sliding paper over hard nails. So, she had to break the ice with her powers so that she and her crew could haul it in for repairs. She must have been drunk having made those decisions, both of them, with a nice chilly vodka at her side no doubt.
"Look down, look down, you're here until you die..."
A witch's bonnet lay idly as muscles bulged and sweat poured down the lady's body. She was pulling on a rope attached to the bow of her ship, her actions not only being the forefront of the force on the ship, but also steering it. The sandy shore was also frozen, the water that seeped through the sand being iced too. It made her job easier, ridding the ship of some tension, but also a lot harder, because she lost tension. They'd been doing the job for five hours now, the crew taking hourly shifts to pull their beloved frigate in, each minute providing another foot.
Gritting her teeth, she gave a heave-ho and planted her feet upon the ground, using her pressurizing magic to push her down. She broke the ice, rendering her legs three solid feet into the sand. With closed eyes and sweat on her eyelids, She licked her lips and applied air pressure to her upper body, pulling with all her might. Her palms and fingers started to bleed from the effort, and she could swear she tasted a bit of blood in her mouth.
GRRRRK...
The ship, with a sound of friction, pulled into place, the crew members letting go and collapsing on the cold sand, cheering with what last breath they had. Shinonome, with her feet planted in the ground, had no choice but to stand up and smile tiredly, her body relaxing after the physical labor. She gave a crimson-painted thumbs up to the crew, the cold of the air and the adrenaline in her veins dulling the pain of sudden stop after exercise. Used to keeping her mind when drunk, the dizziness didn't bother her, so, instead, she just lifted her feet from the sand, collapsing into a sitting position on the shore. Well, now she could say she pulled a ship in by hand.
Then Captain Morgan took out a bottle of gin and chugged it. Now she could say that she pulled a ship in by hand and was fine enough to drink down a whole bottle afterwards.
