RuneScape Forum Archive | » The Pineapple Under the Sea

WOO
YESSS
HERE WE GO
» Six «
After following the road for a good hour, Zach was beginning to feel a bit discouraged. So far, there had been no sight of the sponge or the pineapple in which it lived. Scanning the landscape for the umpteenth time, a faint glint of metal caught his eye. As he grew closer, he saw that it was a large hook, roughly the size of his fist. He continued to approach it until he stood not two feet away. Looking upwards, he could see the thick, sturdy line extend to the surface. It led to a faint silhouette of a boat.
‘The surface is closer than I thought,’ Zach observed with surprise. ‘I must have been on an incline as I was wandering.’
As he pondered this, his thoughts began to rove. He took a step forward to have his foot catch on a stray coral. Caught by surprise and off-balance, he began to fall. On instinct, his hands flailed about in search of something to grab. His left found purchase: the hook. The sharp object lodged itself tightly in between two metal pieces of the palm of his glove. Zach hit the ground with a light thump, only to be yanked to his feet, and then off of them, by the offending hook attached to his appendage. It doggedly tugged him towards the surface, despite Zachs fist beating against it. He was nearing the surface quickly; the line was attached to some type of motorized pulley, he figured. By the time Zach realized he had a knife in his belt, his speedy trip had come to an end. He broke through the surface with a crash, and was lifted up several more feet before descending to the ground, which happened to be the gnarled deck of a rather weather-beaten ship. At the opposite end of the line that was so rudely attached to Zach were five terrified medieval-looking men, all decked out in armor. A pile of weapons sat nearby. One even had robes and a wizard hat to boot. As before mentioned, they stood there, petrified with fear. After a moment of silence, the man in the robes piped up.

12-Sep-2007 18:21:57 - Last edited on 12-Sep-2007 22:59:51 by Narcisi

Narcisi

Posts: 3,054 Adamant Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

“Cap’n Murphy, y-you said that all t-this trawler caught w-was turtles ‘nd rays…so w-what the heck is that!? . . . Cap’n Murphy?”
By the look on the man’s face and the recent splash, Zach took a wild guess and figured Captain Murphy was the guy who had jumped overboard soon after Zach landed on the deck. As Zach got to his feet, one of the burly men dressed in full armor grunted.
“Forget the cap’n…let’s kill this monster! Y’have any idea how much gold we could get for this thing on the marketplace!?”
As the implication of these words hit home, the other warriors smirked greedily, and a bad feeling arose in the pit of Zach’s stomach.
“Kill it!” one cried, and the all grabbed their weapons. The swordsman of the group drew his weapon and boldly charged straight at the “monster”. In a smooth, practiced motion, Zach removed the hook from his hand, twirled it on the rope, and sent it flying towards his opponent. It caught on the joint of the man’s shoulder-plate, and stuck fast. As soon as the frenzied attacker was not five feet away, Zach took a step back and gave the rope he held a powerful yank. The swordsman was carried forward by his momentum and heavy armor. He hit the side of the deck and flipped neatly overboard, only having time to release a short cry of protest before sinking under the waves.
Zach frowned and drew his two guns, and a few minutes later four corpses littered the deck, bullets embedded in various body parts. He grumbled something about “a waste of ammo”, and then located the ship’s steering mechanism. The positioned the ship towards the outline of land in the distance, and then settled in. The wind took care of the rest; the ship’s sails billowed with the force of the gales. The distance, he figured, would take a good twenty minutes to cover.

12-Sep-2007 18:22:54 - Last edited on 12-Sep-2007 18:23:22 by Narcisi

Narcisi

Posts: 3,054 Adamant Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

He seated himself on the deck behind the wheel and tried to relax. As he rested, several thoughts struck his mind. Why were the men he had killed been dressed in attire fit for medieval times? Why was the ship he now captained so outdated?
As time passed, the shore grew closer, and through a telescope he had found rolling across the deck, Zach could make out numerous people. They were lined up along the beach and appeared to be fishing.
“Perhaps someone in that crowd will be able to answer my questions,” he mused. With this thought now consoling him, he laid his head back on the gnarled deck and miraculously managed to doze off.
Zach awoke from dreams plagued by elusive sponges and mysterious cappuccino machines to hear cries of terror. The deck was violently shaking to and fro.
'I hit a reef!' was Zach’s first thought. But that didn’t explain the panicked shouts. As he unsteadily got to his feet, the explanation hit him and he mentally kicked himself.
After he had fallen asleep, the ship had faithfully stayed on course, and had stubbornly plowed its way up onto the beach. Zach rushed to the front of the boat and looked down, only to have his fears confirmed. His vessel had run itself a good fifty feet onto the shore, leaving the aft of the boat gently bobbing in the waves. The impact, as well as the formidable rocks that peppered the beach, had done quite a number on the hull. Several holes were visible, rendering Zach’s craft anything but seaworthy. Only after making these observations did Zach take notice of the crowd of people who were gathered around the grounded end of his ship. They were all garbed in medieval clothing, the style similar to that of his most recent victims. Half of them had shocked expressions on their faces; the other half seemed to be more enraged than anything. One particularly well-built man stepped forward, looking as if he was going to say something.

12-Sep-2007 18:23:41

Narcisi

Posts: 3,054 Adamant Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

His clothing consisted of an armored skirt and brassier. An insanely large axe sat on his shoulder. All three of these things looked ancient, and seemed to permeate a slight purple glow. Altogether, the warrior looked quite menacing.
“Who are you,” he boomed, “to so impudently…!” He left off there, puzzled to find a small hole placed neatly in his forehead. “Uhhhngh…” he managed to groan before toppling backwards to lay still on the sand.
Zach calmly re-holstered his Glock, while slowly running his gaze over the fidgety audience.
“It...it killed him!” a panicked man cried out.
“And I’ll kill the rest of you too! Unless, of course, you can give me a hand with something.” He paused, observing their reaction. They all stared, some frightened, others perplexed, and a few still smoldering with anger. " So,” Zach continued, “care to listen?”
He took the silence as a “yes”.
“Good. Now, I don’t belong up here on the surface. Obvious enough, I suppose. So what I need is someone’s help getting me back where I do belong. That would be in the ocean, as close as possible to the road of transit that runs past a home owned by Sandy, an astronaut squirrel. Heard of the place?”
As they digested this information, Zach looked for a way to get to the ground. He grinned as an idea snuck into his mind, and headed towards a lifeboat suspended off the side of the deck.
“So if anyone has or knows of somebody with the skills to do this for me,” he resumed, stepping into the boat, “I would greatly appreciate it.” His speech finished, he took the liberty to lower his vessel down until he felt it alight on the soft sand of the beach. With some difficulty he exited the boat and then approached the crowd.

12-Sep-2007 18:24:16 - Last edited on 12-Sep-2007 18:25:50 by Narcisi

Forums

» The Pineapple Under the Sea