|Seventh Sea - Ficlet - Jim POV
||[Jul. 29th, 2004|12:53 pm]
|||||Every Me, Every You||]|
Game: Seventh Sea
Summary: Jim's point of view on Rescuing Dervla
Jim watched as everyone else swung up the ropes effortlessly. He cursed in Vendal, the only language Simmons left open to him and caught one of the ropes. He started hauling himself up the side of the ship, hand over hand. Finally, Jim landed on the deck to see his crewmates standing ready to attack the unsuspecting crew of the suspected kidnappers.
‘Stay and fight? Run and rescue the girl?’ Jim thought to himself. ‘I had so much luck the last time he faced off someone… Rescue it is!’
Jim looked around and saw the hatchway to below decks wide open. Jim ran to it, hurrying as fast as his legs could carry him. The sounds of steel on steel sounded out behind him as he slid under one of the deck hands to reach the hatch. A rip of cloth from above him made him stop just before entering below ships. Black passed before his vision as The Shadow dropped down the hatch, riding a wide piece of cloth, saluting him on the way down.
‘Dammit!’ thought Jim, ‘I can do better than that…’
Jim jumped down, spinning just before he hit the ground and caught the edge of the hatch in one hand. He dropped quietly onto a bag of foul smelling powder. Tasting it, he spat.
Looking around, Jim saw Dervla at the other end of the long corridor. Unfortunately, a sword fight was progressing betwixt him and the girl he planned on rescuing. Ducking low, Jim tried to keep to the shadows as he walked along. The Shadow had several men in hand, fencing them to a standstill. Jim saluted as he passed The Shadow. The gesture was effortlessly returned mid-parry by the dark figure. Jim slipped a knife from his ankle and slipped it under Dervla’s restraints. The ropes cut easily and soon she was freed.
Jim stood, rolling his eyes as Dervla did everything short of sing his praise. Cutting her off mid-sentence, Jim took her hand, leading her out of the hold. He wanted to be out of danger before someone had the bright idea of throwing something alight down through the hatch. Dervla stopped just short of The Shadow’s makeshift rope. Jim suffered the girl’s protests for a second before inviting her to hold onto his back as he pulled both of them up.
‘This… This is what gives women a bad name! Helpless damsels demanding help!’
Climbing hand over hand, with a little help from Simmons, Jim brought Dervla to the deck. The fighting was mostly resolved when they alighted from the hatch. Leading Dervla to the side of the ship, Jim once again invited her to hold on tight and grabbing a rope, slid down effortlessly, bouncing a little as his feet touched the ground.
‘Finally! We can deliver her to her uncle and get done with having to bail her out of trouble. Maybe he can keep her out of trouble!’
Jim walked back arm in arm with Dervla as she waffled on endlessly. The ship exploded behind them as they walked off.