He sorely wished he had put his foot down a little bit more when the first wing of the airship they had snapped clean off from a gale that they weren’t even sure was natural. It tore them from the sky; a fierce fire on the deck following suit. Panic from the crew was all over the ship, from deep within to the very cabins that their passengers resided in. Skald himself? He made his way up to the deck; pushing past babbling fools and crying buffoons. Practically walking horizontal with the way the ship was listing. He wasn’t skilled in the way ships worked but he damn well knew that they were falling from the sky.
The door that was supposed to keep the outside world and the inside of the ship was frankly gone and coming up to the deck proper he was gifted with quite the sight. The ‘mast’ of the ship was gone, a hole where it was supposed to be. The ship drunkenly listing through the air in a somewhat controlled nosedive. The captain was at the helm barking orders in what amounted to a hysterical voice. Skald gritted his teeth and gripped the railing nearest the door, dragging himself closer to the man. It was dead near the middle of the night and they were falling fast.
”Captain! You have to even the ship out if we’re to survive!”
Skald bellowed out through the roaring winds and awful rain that started to pelt the ship. He could hear the babbling of the people below decks and growled as he heard the captain trying to sputter something out. Gritting his teeth again the demi-human continued up to where the driving compartment was. The door to that was gone too, a good chunk of it’s roof and some claw marks were easily seen. His eyes furrowed and he’d glance around. Had they been attacked?
”Captain??”
The fox demi human stepped into the driving compartment; the lack of personal and the fact that whatever the captain was… was just a smear across the inside of the deck. If someone didn’t take control of the situation the entire ship would likely crash into the ground killing everyone. Snarling in irritation he’d go over to the controls, trying to wrestle with it. He had no experience to speak of but he was pretty sure he had to adjust the damn thing to one side… Which side was the right one though? He was still trying to figure that out when he heard a great groaning of the ship and the screeching of metal twisted and eventually breaking.
”This storm isn’t natural…”
Skald muttered a bit, still wrestling with the controls that he didn’t really understand. He figured that if he could at least level it out a bit they’d stand a chance. But by the time he managed to adjust it to a more favorable angle the water was already rapidly rushing up to meet the doomed ship. He’d maybe get a few seconds before cursing.
”Should have hired a regular damn boat…”
The next thing he knew the ship crashed heavily into the water, sending him up and over the control console and through the glass of the driver compartment. He could feel the glass tearing into him and he nearly black out as the ship crashed in right with him. The water didn’t smack him quite as hard thanks to that but he still felt like something was knocked silly. The roaring in his ears and the air in his lungs threatening to twist his life from his grasp. A good chunk of the ship was already going down in the water while the other half was trying to float. He was a good thirty or forty feet away from the thing. Dazed and looking around, there was the flapping of wings and something flew overhead. A roar followed suit and he’d watch something with bat wings flap off into the cloud covers.
He wasn’t much of a swimmer and with him quickly finding that the lake was dragging him away from the ship he started to try to grab onto anything that could keep him floating as the damned thing was quickly claimed by the waves. He didn’t want to be here if there were predators in the water but he was finding that his limbs weren’t cooperating in the same sort of way that he was hoping. Spitting out water the fox found himself clutching an intact crate. Some goods or something from inside the ship that must have had some air in it with the way it was floating.
”Bloody hell…”