Daso shook his head. "I gotta go back for Cicada. Long story short, sirens." He grabbed a pistol from the deck and hurried back down the rope. He didn't jump all the way into the water –wet gunpowder wouldn't do anyone any good. He fired at the sirens surrounding Cicada.
As soon as he saw the knife hit it's target, he ran back to steady the ship like before. The ropes were soaked now, making them harder to grasp.
Sirens? Lucian thought those were myths, he had never seen one before. Though, he didn’t plan on having one anywhere near him. He quickly scooped up Morrigan, knowing he could help better where it wasn’t as rocky. He brought her quickly to the medical ward, setting her down on an examination table. There had to of been water in her lungs, so he started off with a few quick chest compressions.
Cicada watched as all of the sirens slowly fell down into the water. Until there was one left.
"A captain goes down with her crew," Cicada was too shocked to respond and the siren dragged her under the water.
"Shit!" Daso shouted. He was out of bullets and Cicada had disappeared. Throwing his pistol aside, he dove back into the water. Struggling against the current, he looked around under the water for Cicada. The siren must have dragged her deep –he couldn't see her through the murky waters. He swam deeper, hoping for a glimpse of her fiery-red hair.
(I have no clue where to jump in.)
Ryan saw as one of the girls went under the water. He gritted his teeth, hoping someone would help her. His feet were slipping as the sea water drenched the top deck and his hands were burning but he kept going.
(come help Ryan he's struggling and he has no clue what he's doing)
Cicada was dragged deeper and deeper. She tried to fight against the siren, but the siren's grip was too strong and her mind was filled with years of painful memories. Her ship, her friends, her crew. Cicada was lamost out of breath.
(Okay)
Joanna sat up. She had been knocked out at a particularly violent lurch of the ship. She could here shouting, and the voice of her dead brother. She ran up to the deck. "Jordan?"
There. He saw her. His ears burned from the pressure and he realized they were very, very deep. He could only pray that he'd make it back to the surface. He pried the siren away from Cicada and grabbed her, swimming desperately. The siren was still after them. He had no way to kill it.
Ryan saw as Joanna ran out onto the deck. "They're sirens!" He yelled over the commotion. "Don't trust them!"
Lucian clenched his jaw when she didn’t wake up after chest compressions. So, he pinched her nose shut, and brought his mouth to hers, blowing a few breaths into her lungs. He straightened back up, giving a few more chest compressions before waiting a moment, fingers feeling for a pulse on her neck.
Joanna turned at the sound of Ryan's voice. She nodded. "What do I do?" She shouted, panicking at the sight of her brother behind Ryan, looking as he had before sickness had taken him.
"I don't know, I just got here!" He yelled back, nearly loosing one of the ropes. This caused the ship to jerk a little to the right. "I was told to steady the ship so if you know how to do it, that'd be great!"
Cicada felt Daso pry her away from the siren. Using the lsat of her strength she stabbed the siren and killed it, before giving way to the blackness.
"I don't know what that means, I'm just the cook!" She shouted. "Are we supposed to steer the ship away from the sirens?"
He shrugged. "You can do that, but I'm busy trying to figure out how the f*** these ropes work!"
(My poor child. So confused.)
Joanna ran up to the wheel. 'What side are the sirens on? ' She tried to see where they were, tried to ignore the sound of her brother.
With the siren out of the way, Daso focused on rising to the surface. He felt her go limp in his arms and he realized he was running out of time. With determined strokes, he kicked his way back to the top of the water, breaking through the surface, choking on seawater but utterly alive. He glanced down at Cicada's pale face and hurried to the side of the boat. Using the last of his strength, he hoisted them onto the rope and climbed to the main deck. He rolled her over onto her back. "Cicada, stay with me," he implored, at a loss of what to do.
Ryan couldn't hear anything over the crashing waves and the screams of sirens and people. He tugged on a rope in his left hand, which made the boat jerk to the right and moved them slightly away from the sirens.
Joanna stumbled as the boat jerked to the right. She looked up and saw that it had taken them a bit away from the sirens. 'Okay then, I guess we go right. ' She pushed the steering wheel to the right, hoping everyone was on board.
Cicada wasn't responding. Her face looked deadly pale. Daso began to panic. "Cmon, Leah'll kill me if you die," he whispered, trying to think. CPR! Of course. He was an idiot. Balling his hands into fists, he began performing chest compressions.
"Keep going right!" Ryan yelled to Joanna over the wind. "Away from the sirens!" He tried to not flip the boat over by turning too much.
Cicada was dreaming. She knew she was because there she was on her old ship with her dead crew. There was Breeeze, her doctor, River, her gunman, Zanna, her navigator, James, her first mate, and Brecken, the traitor. An Inquisitor that snuck into their ranks and ratted the small pirate crew out.
"Anjou's on the starboard side captain!" Zanna shouted out from the nest.
This was the day before they were betrayed. Cicada couldn't say anything, they were too young. She was the oldest, and Cicada was only 15. Her mind flitted back to the sirens, Daso, Leah, Morrigan, Joanna, and the nightmare faded away.