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Erik resisted the urge to stroke her face and instead returned her grin "Cast your eye over whats in the boat, give me a rough estimate of what thats worth then you Nyla and Raist take that direction" he pointed to the headland "I'll take this way with Frei and The Seer. Barty's gonna have a good haul to come back to right?"

He didn't much care about what anyone else thought, and if they didn't like his style of leadership then they could always jump ship. Course he'd kill them first, but Zenda's opinion he did care about. "I saw a path leading up to the top, get a good view of the island from up there, sooner we get this done, sooner we can be going to get the skipper?"

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Casting her eye over the loot he was gesturing to she said, "It's about the same as the one you and I got from that lighthouse." It was a rather memorable robbery, they'd nearly gotten caught because they were fooling around at the top of the tower! Winking at Erik she then moved away with Nyla and nudged Raist as she past him. They'd be there and back again in no time.

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With a grin on his face, and following the woman that had been a friend of his since childhood he let the Two women walk a little way ahead of him,  might have something to do with watching Nyla's behind, Zenda had a fine form on her too, but she was more like family, like a sister and that was just so wrong he never went there. 

He shook himself free of his musing and took a wider path round them, if there was anything to be seen that could give Pretty Boy the haul he needed then he was happy too.  Erik was a good skipper but he understood the man desire to take something good back for the Captain.

"Hey girls" he muttered and pointed "is that a mast over there?" he pointed to a large mast breaking the water. The other ships had been grounded and by the size of that mast alone whatever was under the water was huge. 

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"Lets take a look." Nyla shrugged, stating the obvious. Curious by nature it didn't take much to lure Nyla in that direction. So far they'd been lucky. Who was to say their luck wouldn't continue. When they reached several feet of the waves Nyla could make clear enough that the mast wasn't broken off, that it was attached to the vessel submerged. "And time to get wet again." Nyla smirked, wading into the water.

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Erik watched the trio walk off and with the Seer and Frei made his way up the path towards the top, hoping to get  a good view of what was around them. Their haul was grand enough but he wanted something bigger, something to give Barty when he took his rightful place as captain of the Run. 

Erik was not sure he was ready to ever be the Captain of the run, oh he could do it, he had done it before when he had to, but permanently he didn't know, the Demons Run was as much part of Barty as Barty was the Run. He shook the thoughts from his head. Whit had said the wreck was around here somewhere and he needed to focus, not worry about shit that was not going to happen. 

Getting to the top he waited for his companions and took look around the waters.  few merchant wrecks, he would send the junior crews later to pick them clean, a couple of submerged Templar vessels, they would check them out later but what caught his eye was the huge mast breaking the water. The smile crept across his face. 

"Whitford, you old sea bastard you done it again" he grinned to himself.

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"Yeah, you goes go and get wet, I'll have your backs." Zenda smirked, for she was no fucking water weaver, her magic was above the surface, not inside of a fucking wreck! Oh of course she could swim but Zenda relied on her magic to defend her, so given the choice, she stayed above water. High above it. Like in the Crows Nest.

That gave her an idea. From the top of the mast of the ship they were investigating she could see danger a mile off. So the mage used her magic to lift her up to the top of it, Zenda sitting pretty up there and grinning down at Raist and Nyla.

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Raistlin scratched his stubble and watched as his "stepsister" rose into the air, oh there was no such lawful formalities that made Zenda such, but Barty was her dad and Nicky was his sister as well as hers, so in his mind that made her more then Run Family, made her his family and it still amazed him after all these years how she made walking the winds, controlling them look so fucking easy. 

Shaking himself from his thoughts he headed after Nyla, diving into the water and with powerful strokes headed downwards, he was not far behind her and on another day he might have made a race of it with her, but the truth was Nyla was lithe enough to get through the gaps he couldn't, so he headed towards the mast, and would Nyla there. One good thing was coming out of this, whatever they found now, then Erik was going to have something to give back to Barty. 

 

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Accepting the tome from Raistlin Nesini inclined her head with a smile. "Thank you, lad. This will do fine." She immediately started to flip through the pages, careful not to damage anything, and absentmindedly followed Erik and Frei upwards. The view from there however was enough to capture even her attention. "Oh my. I dare say, Captain, this promises to be one successful take for your first command. Let us hope this luck of yours hold true for the future."

((FFS, I am so sorry to leave you hanging for ages))

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Erik turned to the Seer and bowed his head in respect to her. High praise indeed from the Seer, he couldn't help but puff up a little in pride. He could see Zenda rise into the air, then Raist cut through the water before dissapearing and Nyla had vanished from view ages ago, powerful swimmer that one. 

He took the drawing from his pocket that Whitford had given him and looked at the mast, then the sketch then the mast again. 

"Thats her" he murmured grinning at Frei and the Seer "ZENDA THATS HER!" He bellowed into the sky "THATS THE PRIZE"

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Bursting to the surface of the water Nyla's gaze immediately sought out Zenda. "We got company!" She yelled her warning before she was yanked back under the water. The calm of the surface gave no hint to the fighting going on below the water. Turns out they weren't the only ones looking to claim this wreckage.

Nyla didn't get a much of a chance to see why the other raiders wanted the submerged ship so bad before she was jumped but it was clear it was worth dying for to them. With both her daggers unsheathed it became a desperate fight for survival, which wasn't exactly easy when fighting under water. 

 

[ooc - sorry for the delay.]

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Raist broke the surface a little way from where Nyla was and took in a lungful of air. He looked around in time to see her dragged under, but could do nothing as he was clumped in the back from the pommel of a hammer. It seemed that they were not the only ones after the Prize and Raist was going to be damned if he was going to let these piss ants walk off with what had taken them all day to fucking find. 

He grabbed the leg of the idiot that had smacked him in the back and swung him crushing his back against the jutting mast. The sound was a wet snap and the man fell dead. Diving under the water once more he grabbed the idiot that had his arms wrapped round Nyla and held him so she could sink her daggers in deep turning the sea crimson. 

They had more work to do and fighting underwater was no fun, no fun at all. 

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Those who had attacked Nyla and Raist had already been put on the island, left to search she had no doubt. Some kind of signal had brought their raider ship closer, heading for the anchored Demon's Run. Narrowing her gaze upon the enemy ship Zenda muttered, "Oh no you fucking don't!" Having secured herself to the mast of the shipwreck the windtalker summoned blasts of air, forging them into spears. Sending them towards the main sail of the other raider ship Zenda grinned wickedly...

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Frei has already jumped in the water when Zenda saw the other ship, swimming fast to give Raist and Nyla a hand. The piratess realised a second too late that she should've waited for Erik's orders, but there was no point in going back or stopping now. Besides, helping her friends fight scum sounded like a pretty good plan.

Frei was a very strong swimmer, and her kama were better for fighting underwater than daggers, so killing a first enemy as soon as she got to him was easy. Especially since he wasn't expecting to be stabbed in the back.

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Erik snarled under his breath, there was no way he was letting these bastards steal his prize, thier prize, Barty's Prize. Making sure the Seer was OK he took a run and dived off the cliff into the sea, executing a perfect dive that had him entering the water with little splash. Like Frei he was an excellent swimmer. 

If he hadn't been loitering around the cat house his mother lived in when he was a boy he was usually in the water. He shouted across to Frei when he surfaced to go help the others, he would deal with the jackass on the beach, and deal with him he did. 

Erik didn't loose his temper very often, but when he did it was a fearsome sight. The very reason he would climb to be Captain, he could mix his temperament in perfect harmony. The closest man he battered to a pulp with his fists the second he cut the legs out from under him but the third, the third snuck up on the Navigator snarling about fucking pirates and bashed him over the back of the head with a rock, sending him crashing to the sand, thinking he was dead he moved off him and headed for the wreck, intending on getting to that fucking mage before a groggy Erik grasped his leg and pulled him back. 

The fight was brief, despite his head wound, He beat the man round the face with his bare fists, bloody spittle flying out of his mouth, but the raider had the last attack before death claimed him and drove the dagger into the Navigators side, leaving Erik struggling too stand before he too fell to the sand and into blackness. 

 

Meanwhile on the Demons Run, Whitford was barking orders and getting people to quarters, he couldn't see what was going on on shore, all he concerned himself with now was protecting the Ship and yelled at his crew to get themselves ready for boarding actions, before he took the wheel of the old girl and began to move her, grinning with pride as he saw his girl use the wind in the way that she only knew how. 

"NOT ONE OF THEM GETS ON MY DECK YOU HEAR THE NEWS!" He roared, his blood was up and Whitford was looking forward to his fight. 

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Jared watched in amazement as the wind gusts sent by Zenda started rocking the boat wildly. Obviously these fuckers did not know who they were dealing with, else they would not have even bothered. He had his sword in one hand, his whip in the other. 

"You heard the Quatermaster" he yelled "If one of them set foot on this deck I'll have yer hides. Ready the grappling hooks lads and lasses" 

Jared knew this was more Nyla's area, when it came to boarding actions, she knew how to deploy a crew like no other. He got them motivated. "Get ready!" he walked along the line of pirates waiting to do as Whitford told them. "Steady now, the moment they are within view lads. Archers ready?" 

"Aye sir" One of the Riggers yelled down, with Nicky being home he was down one archer, and she was a damn good archer. 

He looked to Whitford who came down to join them and then raised his arm "PULL EM DOWN TO HELL LADS!" He ordered and the grappling hooks flew through the air. 

 

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The waters around her were crimson when Nyla finally resurfaced. Her lungs had been pushed to the limit and she gasps of fresh air were painful. Coughing she swam closer to the mast where Zenda was and looked around her until she finally saw Raist surface as well. Their enemies beneath the waters were dealt with, at least for the time being, but that didn't mean the fight was over.

"Fuck!" Nyla swore as she saw the enemy's ship heading toward Demons Run. But that wasn't the reason for her swearing. Several small boats were deployed from the enemy ship and some of the raiders actually took to swimming the distance toward them. Again, that wasn't the reason for her swearing. It was the fact the small boats and the raiders in the water were coming at them in incredible speeds. She felt the water change around her, undercurrents forming and she cursed again as she quickly grabbed onto the mast of sunken ship. "They have a fucking Waterweaver!" Nyla yelled upward toward Zenda, hoping their mage could somehow do something to offset the enemy's mage.

Nyla turned to Raist as he neared her and she saw Frei swimming toward them as well. She told waved at Frei and pointed her back toward the beach to keep away so she could avoid the currents beneath them. It didn't matter how good of a swimmer she was. If any of them got caught and pulled under by the undercurrent they were as good as dead. 

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Raistlin couldn't swim fast enough to get out the way of the current so he did the only thing he could do, he swam for the mast, rising up, he took a lungful of air and wrapped his arm around the mast, holding tight and grabbing Nyla he held her against him. 

"Hold on babe" He muttered "This is going to get really really rough" 

He turned his head as the first of the Weavers currents smashed against them, swearing up a storm as his head cracked against the mast, a trickle of blood coming from the cut. He held Nyla tighter so he didn't loose his grip and hoped that his own strength was enough to hold them both against the battering that bastard was going to give them. 

It was then he realised that the Water Weaver wasn't just targeting the Demons Run, but Zenda too, a windtalker and a water weaver going at it, things were going to get real violent real quick and he could do nothing but wait for the Current to run its course before he and Nyla could swim for shore. 

He also prayed that Frei made it back in time. 

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Nesini allowed herself a smile as Erik spotted the wrack they were after. A promising young man indeed. He would make a fine captain. But then she frowned. Something was - a shout cut through her thoughts, and her eyes narrowed on the people in the water.

"Well well well. Looks like you have been challenged for the price, Captain." Her words fell on absent ears as Erik leaped off the cliff and swam towards the beach.
"Bah. Men. Always so impulsive."

She stayed at the cliff, instead taking a closer look at the approaching raider vessel, comparing its flag to those she had memorized. If it also belonged to the Brotherhood, then her hands were bound. She had to stay neutral in conflicts - unless they broke the Code, which a squabble over sunken treasure did not. If it didn't belong to the Brotherhood, however... she could indulge a little bit of fun.

Frowning as she noticed Erik going down on the beach Nesini shook her head. Maybe he wasn't quite as ready as she hoped. She spotted a fourth man approaching the fallen forms, and almost absent-mindedly incinerated him with a lightning bolt, before returning her attention to the raider vessel.

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Fucking Water Weavers... Zenda thought, as another wave crashed against the shipwreck! She felt the mast creak in a rather alarming way and she knew that it only had a few more of those crashing waves left before it snapped. The spears she'd sent had hit home, tearing through the sail of the enemy ship. The flag was now visible to all, a Raider vessel rather than Brotherhood. Not that is mattered to Zenda, a pirate was a pirate and they were not getting this loot that Demon's Run had done all the work for!

To counter the waves Zenda sent blasts of air at the surface of the water, shattering the waves and splitting them, so they hit the wreck with less force or not at all. The problem was it was forcing her into defensive moves that required a fuckload of energy.

"If you two have the fucking loot get the fuck out so I can move to a better vantage point!" Preferably back on the ship, she was thinking, but if not that then on a nearby cliff would do. Land was not her first choice, not ever.

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Erik opened one eye in time to see the approaching raider incinerate before his blurred vision. The smell of burning flesh was enough to bring him round fully. He pulled himself to his knees and grabbing the shirt of the body beside him he tore a large strip off and tied it round his wound. He swore as the salt water hit the wound and counted in his head. 

Pushing himself to his feet he glanced out to sea to see the other ship heading for the Demons Run and both ships preparing to do battle, he also saw Zenda atop the mast battling with the Water Weaver, wait they had a Water Weaver. Cursing he forgot about his wound and with long strides made his way to the water and dived in, heading for the wreck and for his friends. Zenda needed to be back on the run, the ship was all that mattered right now and he was not letting Barty come back to a destroyed vessel.

He would never forgive himself. Reaching the only bit that showed above the water line he climbed up and raised his voice above the magical Tempest "Windtalker, back to the ship, NOW!" He reached out for Nyla's hand and pulled her across wincing as his side protested. Whether this was adrenaline or sheer bloody mindedness on his part he had no idea, but this was his prize and no one, no one was taking her from him. "Raist back to the shore, theres a fucking camp full of the bastards, the run can handle herself, we need to handle them Big man and i am in no shape to do it alone."

 

The Raiders were whooping with glee at the size of the vessel, thier captain probably creaming his pants at the thought of such a prize. He was gearing his men and women on, until that is he not only saw who was glaring down at them with a face like some demon from the depths, but the name of the ship reared in his vision like a bad omen. 

"Back!" he ordered "Get us back, fuck abandon the boarding!" He roared but, his crew had thier blood lust up and they weren't listening to their captain. Not when the first of them lost her eyes from the arrows that took them out, or the second who lost his arm when Whitfords giant axe crashed through skin and bone the moment he attempted to board the ship. 

 

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If any of the raiders even attempted to board the Demons Run, then they were cut down before they even got halfway across. That wasn't what bothered the Bosun, or the Quartermaster, judging by the looks on Whitfords face and Jared raised his gaze, in time to see one of the Riggers smashed off the sails by the waves that had suddenly pounded the sides of the Run. 

"WATER MAGE!" He yelled "Watch your footing and get on that boat, i want them all fucking dead!" 

Jared figured there was enough of a prize in the hold to make this battle worthwhile, but, like the rest of the Crew and Whitford, they needed Zenda, "Keep them occupied enough until Zenda gets back here!" Jared ordered his seasoned crew, he was under no illusions that some lives would be lost but that was the nature of life at sea and he wasn't about to change it. 

Cracking his whip through the air, he grabbed his opposite number by the throat and yanked him off his feet then drove his sword into him, without a Bosun to direct them, they were down one focus, Whit was heading for the Quartermaster and Jared set his sights on the Captain, but the Waterweaver was making life a little difficult for them. 

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From her vantage point up at the cliff, Nesini spotted the water weavers work easily; unnatural waves rolling towards both the mast of the Run and the mast of the sunken prize, where some of the Run's crew still hung on. A smile tugged at her lips. The water weaver had to have a bit of talent, focusing on targets in two distinctively different directions. Under other circumstances, she would have been intrigued to meet them. But not today.
"Not today, child. And I think not." The Seer spoke the last three words with notable pauses, and thumped the butt of her staff into the ground. And out at sea, the weavers waves came to a stop.

They did not vanish, they did not break and roll out, they simply ground to a halt, unmoving, unnatural mountains in the water. Nesini's smile widened as she could feel the weaver falter in hesitation, then pour more power into their spell. She let out a chuckle. "Oh, such futile struggle. Blood of my blood, child, and spirit of my spirit. You have no power here." And the waves started rolling again - back towards the raider ship.
Shouts of waring rose on the vessel, and then it was hit. The ship rolled wildly, and most of it's crew lost their footing. The mast whipped about with the movement, and some unfortunate souls were fling from the rigging, some ropes torn. But the ship held - for now.

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The eerie way in which the waves moved made Nyla's skin crawl and she never sought to be away from it as much as she did now. Normally she loved being in the water but this was different. This shit was unnatural and she wanted no parts of it. Nyla took Erik's offered hand and wasted no time in swimming back to shore but kept within arms distance of the boys. Nyla's normally serene face was tense and she cast a worried glance at Raist and Erik. They weren't looking so hot. In fact the three of them had wounds that continued to bleed and as Nyla stepped onto the sands she could clearly see the gashes she had across her side and forearm.

"Fucking raiders." She spat and gripped her daggers. Only raiders would be this daring and relentless. More of the enemy greeted them on the beach and were coming straight at them. "This ship better be made of fucking gold." Nyla quipped before taking front, cutting down the first raider to reach them.  

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Raist agreed with Nyla's sentiments although Water weavers didn't bother him as much. He did catch her comment about the Prize and a sly grin briefly crossed his face as he readied his war hammer. 

"Oh theres plenty of that" he muttered and with a swing smashed the first raider straight in his face shattering blood and bone across the sands. He told Frei to move too the side and hit the next one into the water, bones pulverised and blood staining the water red, his blood was up and spying thier biggest member went for him telling Frei to watch Erik. He had no doubt that the Navigator and interim Captain could hold his own, but that wound was going to slow him down. Frei was quick and she would keep him from anymore harm. 

His war hammer clashed with the other raiders weapon, the shudder running through his arm. He drove his knee into the mans stomach and then with the haft of his war hammer drove it into the mans face, and through it, the haft of his warhammer going clean through the other warriors face. 

"This is our Prize cunt" he snarled "You don't fuck with the crew of the Demons Run!" 

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Watching as Nesini destroyed the Water Weaver's magic Zenda was ready to head back to the Run - at least until she heard Erik's command. At that Zenda hesitated, her eyes narrowing on him, injured or not she was not happy at all. Not liking the way she was addressed (it was the tone not the words really) was not a good enough reason to rebel, so she jumped off the mast and landed softly on the sand using her magic to cushion the landing. She did not look at Erik even to see if he was alright, she'd be having heated words with that cunt later. For now she took to the Run, rowing back with some others and using her magic to make the trip swift. With Nesini in the fight the ship was the best place for Zenda.

Once back on deck she climbed the mast and helped those caught in the rigging, either delivering them safely to the deck or helping them gain their grip on the rigging so they could continue their work in this fight. Zenda them went to the Crow's Nest and looked back at the Raider ship. It's mast was still in tact, ready for her air magic to snap it.

With a smirk the Windtalker conjured her most powerful tempest yet and she focused all of her power on that single piece of wood.

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