#tridentevacuation

[aokardos]

LOCATION: BLACK TRIDENT

   Slumped over the railings, Andris was barely keeping it together. An iron-clad grip was on the support, as he felt the uneasy feeling simmer in the pits of his stomach. This isn’t good, he thought, suppressing that feeling. Before he knew it, the poor Hungarian was ralphing overboard, throwing up what food he had taken just the night before. 

   The high seas and the prince clearly did not get along well.

   During the lockdown, Andris was unfortunate enough to go through at least three rounds of his panic attacks. So when the pirates roused and ushered them out in the dead of the night, he figured that the ‘worse’ was done. Turns out that it was only beginning. The next thing he knew, they were herded into a huge ship. It was only then that it clicked to him -- they would be sailing away.

   Bassza.

   And just as he suspected even before he could step foot on the monstrous vessel, the sea was not kind to him. 

   Another round of his food up and gone, as the prince lulled his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he felt beads of sweat form on his forehead. He really was getting sick with all the motions of the ship. 

   ❝ Please tell me we’ve arrived at our destination. I can’t take this. ❞ he whimpered, clearly in distress. 

[iwasposeidon]

He couldn’t move, was the first frightening thought that set itself into his mind. The bed was quicksand beneath him grating at his skin and threatening to pull him under. He was hollow and the echo of his breath was too painful, too loud in his ribcage. No, no, no, a hand closed around his chin turning his face and he tried to get away but she held him fast. Her features came into focus and her lips were moving, she was calling his name.

The world spun around him when she guided him towards the docks. His skin was pale and clammy, it was so difficult to get air into his lungs and he tried to hold in the cough that he knew would send sharp pain radiating through his body. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow even though he was freezing.

He saw confused and fearful faces as the pirates and royals boarded the ship. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the railing for balance. She had been needed elsewhere and he had promised he could make it to the medbay on his own. But now the deck rang with hurried footsteps and sharp commands and he didn’t seem to be able to get his body to move.

[mateodelafuente]

Mateo had never been kidnapped before but he was certain this was a disorganized way of going about it. All the time on the ship before spending one day on the island then being locked in a weird building and now he was back on a ship. Not to mention he was supposedly supposed to be able to see his siblings but they hadn’t been anywhere he’d been. If confusion was what the pirates were going for - they definitely achieved their goal. 

So Mateo did the only thing he could think of doing. He found a chair on the deck, stripped his shirt off and sat back to enjoy the sun. The Argentine heard footsteps nearing him. “Hopefully you’re here to tell me we’re done with this whole sailing thing and we’ve arrived a luxury resort. If that’s not the case at least tell me you’re here to pose as a distraction for the time being.”

[jackatsea]

To say the past two weeks had been shitty would be an understatement for the pirate. But now he’d finally been able to get some actual medical attention and take a shower and get cleaned up. All that plus he was back on a ship. It was looking like things were finally on the up again. He was told it wouldn’t be long before he could lose the sling and start strengthening his shoulder but in the mean time he was learning that life was more difficult when you had to do most things single-handed. “I would fucking kill for a sandwich right now.” The pirate stated to himself as he looked out at the water. He then heard movement behind him and realized he wasn’t alone. “Are you my knight in shining armor here to make me a sandwich?”

[classiciisms]

The Black Trident → Open

Grace could feel a change in climate as the powerful ship coursed through the waters headed to God knew where. If she hadn’t seen Ekaterina now, she was clearly on the other ship. Neptune’s Rage, that’s what they called it. Hopefully all the royals were headed to the same place. Being this far from her girlfriend made her antsy and part of her felt as though she could squint and see her. 

Teddy was on this other ship as well and she could only hope he was keeping true to his word. While Grace had other people she cared about on the ship with her, she couldn’t help but worry about those she didn’t have with her. Even after helping her fellow people with seasickness, she still felt...useless. 

A cup of steaming coffee sat perched on the arm of the chair she’d claimed, but Grace found little pleasure in drinking it. A shadow looming nearby had her looking up to them. “You probably know as much as I do, but do you think that we could...I don’t know, talk to other people on the other ship?” she wondered. “I just want to make sure my brother’s alright. My brother and my girlfriend.”

[prettiwaves]

It was weird not being on Neptune’s Rage but she had no complaints about being put on the ship Miles was on. Thus, the blonde’s mood had improved significantly. Waverly was on the main deck, utilizing the light to fix her makeup before she caught the gaze of someone distinctly pointed in her direction. Raising an eyebrow she turned to the individual. “Can I help you?”

[pvrestwolff]

It was the first time she’d been aboard any ship bar the Trident conscious. Something she’d been aching for since the first time she’d stepped on to the deck of that dark horse, all that time ago. Even before that, she’d found beauty in the ships lining the docks of the many European countries that had a coast.

But she didn’t like Neptune’s Rage.

There was no heart to this ship that she could feel or find. It was just a large vessel, taking them to another unknown location for another unknown reason. Just another means to an end.

At least she’d learned she wasn’t the type to get seasick.

Even a boatful of people, Ekaterina knew they hardly had enough of a crew to keep the boat steady and sailing wherever they needed to go. Ten pirates. Some she didn’t know, and those she did; Eli (the saviour of her sanity, perhaps), Aoife (of course), the strapping man she’d met at the waterfall, the brat, Genevieve D’Alessio in the flesh (and God did she look good), and Kaileb Tulach. She’d counted, before she’d been bundled up and sat down in the depths of the hull. And for a long while, she’d stayed there, keeping to the darker parts of the expanse underneath the creaking wood above. She’d scanned the faces of those aboard, only stopping to sigh in relief when she saw two out of three of her cousins. Other than that... Arielle, Teddy, Wilhelmina, a few princesses she couldn’t place, Paula, and Carlos. She’d never been all that good at calming people during an emergency, and she knew that was all she’d be permitted to do during this mess. So, for the sake of their sanity, she decided it best to keep to herself.

 The box she’d kept her things in had made it onto the ship in time, thankfully, stored on the deck. With that in mind, she used this to climb back up to the top-- it was an opportunity to study how they were operating the ship with such a small crew, and to protect her belongings. Sitting down on top of the wooden box, her sharp gaze darted back and forth, watching everything and committing it to memory but staying silent as ever. Her eyes travelled upward, toward the crow’s nest; the urge to climb upward even further tugged at her mind. Pushing it aside, she exhaled slowly through her nose, dropping down to eye level.

And that was about the point she realised there was someone looking at her. “What?” Her curt question was paired with a beautifully neutral expression, the icy stare that had begun to form looking over the other person with grim curiosity.

[delafuentepaula]

@cydgallowglass

The second room was where Paula was located now on Neptune’s Rage.  It was a small place, four people were going to sleep and of course there should be some kind of arrangement, mainly to not step over the other person. If she thought about that, it was almost suffocating the amount of place they had to change or to make any move. Looking around (there wasn’t a lot she could do) she wondered if she had a right to pick a bed or not. Still deciding what to do, she turned around as she heard footsteps and the door opening just to see a man stepping inside the room. Paula gave him a soft smile yet stood still. She wasn’t certainly sure what to do on this situation. “Hey there…” she said before placing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Have you picked a bed yet?”