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Splat, Splat-- boom boom.

All four were taken down with relatively little effort, and didn't do much else, except from explode-- much in the same fashion as the other body had.

By now, someone was going to have to consider taking a bath.

The vessel continued sailing onwards, moving right thick into the strom that was a-brewing. And anyone that knows anything about the seas, is that it can be as unpredictable as a ninja.

The thunder cracks, overhead, as well as the torrents of rain that started up were evidence enough of this... however, there was a larger problem at hand, other than the 6 Laknes that emerged from the flooring of the vessel, yes emerged from the floor itself, as if formed out of the ground.

The ship was without it's pilot, and as such it would be carried by the wind and waves, and as it was-- if this were to be allowed to continue, they would steer severely off course.

Now, fighting was one thing-- but did anyone one of them actually have the skill for piloting a ship succesfully out of the thunderstorm and high winds that threatened to capsize any of it's remaining crew?

Harsh waves crashed against the sides of the ship, again and again-- even as the Laknes approached, arms stretching outwards with bloody claws.

Amunet would have problems of her own, as she decided to head back to where they had been holed up originally. Unfortunately a Laknes had gotten himself into the hold, through the hole in the ceiling....what would she do....?

One thing was for certain...all this was much too much to be just a coicidence...

A weapon. She needed a weapon, something to defend herself. Where could she find a wea... pon... Oh s**t. One of those dead things was in the hold. 'Think quick. What do I do?' Amunet looked around frantically in search of something, anything that could be used as a weapon. She reached out her hands, fumbling, reaching for anything in the darkness that might help her and her hands came upon...... a flask! Amunet pulled the flask to her and looked down at it. The first thought that went through her head was, <********>

::The large blunt and bandaged object the child had been wielding had impacted the wooden floor of this deck with horrifying wieght. The friction was enough to cause quite a few tears in the bandages, enough tears in fact for it fall apart if given the smallest prevocation.

The boy himself stood huddled over the large object in front of him. His shoulders and back shook as he laughed a most hysterical laughter. It was like a child who absolutely loved the game he was playing...perhaps too much.

Slowly the nearly insane laughter faded and only a smile remained. A smile from blood soaked ear, to blood soaked ear. The teeth he had tried to so hard to hide, were now fully revealed. Each tooth was a purest white as if they had never ever been stained in all his life, and each tooth came to a sharp point, his incissors coming to an even farther point. His mouth was a row of fangs, from one side to the other.

He heard the familiar shuffling of elongated hands and weary feet. He began to chuckle as he pulled the large object upwards. The bits of bandage which were caught on splintered wood very easily began to tear revealing what the object truly was, which by now was a secret to no one. It was a sword. A 5ft long and 5inch wide ebony blade. It didnt glisten in the light but seemed to absorb it into a dull hue.

Slowly the child turned around to face his new playmates. His eyes...those eyes were not as human as they seemed just a moment ago. His entire eye, pupil, cornea and even the white of his eye had blurred together on solid pool of black. Both of his eyes were entirely black and they stared down the oncoming Laknes. It was like he was savoring the moment for just a second longer before he lauched himself off the ground yet again and straight towards the beast. With seemingly no regard for his safety or anyone elses his sword simply away. At first he made a diagonal cut from the lower left to the upper right, using that momentum he jerked himself around in a 360, and jumped up again to slash down, then using the downed sword as a pivot he flipped over it and slashed the sword straight vertical yet again. And seemingly zero thought for himself, he swung the sword with reckless abandon. And he would likely continue as such until something stopped him, or his target stopped squishing.::

Luckily the boy was doing all the fighting, especially since the flamboyant swashbuckler was busy attempting to steer the vessel to the best of his ability. But by the time everything was killed, it seemed that avoiding the storm wouldnt work as the storm would come to them, kind of as if they were moving too slow towards it, or it knew they were trying to get away from it.

Now, as the ship began to lurch and his footing failed on the wet boards, he would do the only thing he really can, steer it in the same direction as the wind while holding onto the wheel in a deathlike grip, so that it wouldnt be blown all wonky this way and that or even capsize, all the while sliding around the area like as if it was a skating ring. In the moment he turned the wheel with both hands, his large hat would be blown off his head, and a second later, one hand would snag it out of the sky and secure it back onto his head tightly as he corrected his footing.

He didnt notice it before, but by the time he fixed the problem in his immediate area, he saw it. The monstrosity which towered on the deck. He grabbed whatever seemed to be handy at the time and threw it at the monster with a short aggressive cry, "RRAH!"; which just so happened to be one of his three throwing knives. However, from a spectator's standpoint, that didnt seem like much, especially in this weather and against something as big as that.

::You know, thats the biggest problem with big weapons, they're so hard to balance. Especially when your shorter than your weapon by a couple of feet.

Theres was no hope of staying on his feet. He slipped right back, and like a person who was truly not paying attention to what he was doing, he released the Sword out of his grip before falling straight back and conking his head into the ground behind and under him, his teeth gritted and his eyes squinted. At this moment we pause in time and rewind a bit, we'll be right back.

Have you ever seen water tossed out of a bucket? You pull the bucket back so fast the water just flies out. Thats pretty much exactly what happened here as the boy let go of the sword. Out of his eyes, his face, his finger tips came "water", it was like a thin black viscous liquid which flew out of the boy and into the sword, even the boys own shadow vanished. And heres the cincher...the sword, with no one grabbing it...did not fall. No it did not. What it did do however was take a defensive position in front of the boy as the Sargasso let rip its attack.

Now granted, the creature wasnt launching a single attack, but many, and this sword wasnt many swords, but one, but it was big enough to act as sort of a temporary shield in front of the boys small frame. Big Shield, Small boy. But what it did next definitely ranks pretty high on the "strange" tiers. The moment first mass of tentacles struck the sword...it shattered.

Yes, as if it was made of glass it shattered. It would seem for a moment that this was a horrible thing but if one took a closer look at the shattered pieces they might notice something very odd. Almost each "shattered" piece was exactly the same size as the last. Each was about 2inchs long, half an inch wide, and a milimeter thick, like a razor blade. Now you can imagine how many of these shards must have come out of a jet black blade that stood 5ft tall and 5inches wide, as well as 2.5inchs thick....alot. And they were sharp on all edges. Very very sharp, just like brand new razor blades.

The shattered blades didnt simply fall as one might expect them grew close to each other, like a set of bees after their nest had been disturbed and then they attacked with a very large number.

Their first priorities were the tendrils and tentancles, in an attempt to limit its long range attack ability, next the feet, and the eyes. They moved as one unit, not like a sword but rather like a 2 synchronized clouds. The first whizzing past the Sargasso, slicing and gashing off as many pieces as it could, some razors moving touching each other to try and form a large blade and cut large pieces. The second cloud attacked those fallen pieces aiming to chop them into several smaller pieces. A seemingly well thought out strategy for a inept child.

Now lets go fast forward to our fallen child. The boy's head knocked against the floor with a unhealthy clunk, and the Hilt of his shattered weapon flopped onto his chest. His eyes slowly opened revealing themselves to be back to normal, but it seemed for the moment the impact had rendered him a bit woosy. His head was rolled back and forth along the floor as he tried to regain his bearings and his sight. Whilst his hands felt his legs and arms to make sure everything was still attached. And all while wondering where his big sword went.

At the moment he was completely unaware of the storm of shards that was marauding the Sargasso. And for the some reason it seemed the shards meant to keep it that way.::

Well, luck always did follow the weird swashbuckler around, no matter if it was good or bad. And here would be a demonstration of good luck, as his random throw seemed to do something to the large creature. He would have congradulated himself then and there if he wasnt suddenly distracted by a great gust of wind which almost took his hat off his head if he hadn't placed an arm over it to keep it secure.

However, in the wake of his good luck, it was certainly always followed by bad luck. Something slid along the deck and hit him in the shin, as as he cried out with a whiney "OOOWWWW...", his grip on the wheel slipped and he fell across the deck as the rush of sea water pushed him towards the railing, which he of course hit and held on tightly so that he wouldnt be thrown overboard.

Now, with no-one at the wheel, who was going to control the large vessel?

::Maybe? But no one could be sure.

The boy was trying to desperately to stand, and get a clear enough visage of what was making all that noise. But his eyes were still foggy from the heavy hit. He managed to work his way to his feet, but the violent rock of the boat knocked him straight back and onto his back as the heavy wad of undead flesh slammed into the spot he was standing at just second ago.

Seeing the creature fallen, the tiny blades moved with lightning speed back to wence they came. Hearing the loud clank of the swords hilt hitting the floor the boy had grabbed the hilt and was beginning to lift it as the pieces began flying back into place, first forming the outer rim, and then the inner, and just barely re-completely construction as the boy leaned the weapon forward and used it as a crutch to gain his balance.

His eyes finally cleared as he shook his head back and forth to set his marbles straight, and he took in an eye full of dead...dead. Glee covered his face! A bright smile as he thrust his big sword into the air and shouted to all that cared.::

I did'd it!