Malevolent Mist on Spice Island

[orderispeace]

Who: Triton’s Mistress
Where: Spice Island
When: Oct. 10 - ??
What: As members of the crew touched by the mist grow more malicious they begin to cause turmoil on the ship turning a normal spice run chaotic.
Warnings: Possible fighting and language
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Closed to crew

The prow of the Mistress cut effortlessly through the salty water as the ship came to rest along side the dock. The uninhabited island was well known for its vast array of plant life, the bulk of which could be sold on the open market as spices or used to brighten up a weary sailor’s galley-cooked meals. Several large washtub sat on the dock just waiting for some one ambitious enough to fill them full of the island’s delicacies.

The trip to the island had been relatively calm with no major storms or hardships to slow their travel but now that they had docked odd things seemed to be happening all too frequently. Maybe the black mist the morning before had something to do with it?

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[orderispeace]

Of course he would try something foolish! He was after all being manipulated by forces beyond his control.

The water was still and calm as Connor looked over the side at it, with no sign of the wolves or his father beyond the hat which bobbed up and down in the water like a cork. If it seemed unlikely Haytham would still be beneath it, it was. Quietly he slipped up on Connor from behind, having swam under water beneath the dock and come up on the other side.

[givemelee]

He frowned at the sight before him, listening for any sort of sound that might alert him of the outcome but the cove provided ample amounts of hiding places.

There wasn't even a ripple breaking the surface....

Somehow, he just knew that it wasn't over. Turning to glance behind, he caught sight of Haytham closing in on him. Reacting instead of thinking first, he made a leap, and when he landed the boards beneath them shook uncontrollably, some of them splitting and giving way. You might even have been able to hear the faint roaring of a large bear as it occurred..

It was only after he launched his final assault that he noticed the conspicuous pair of horns on Haytham's head..

[orderispeace]

The ground dropped out from beneath him but ultimately that mattered very little. While Connor would be plummeting down into the sea by the collapsing deck boards, who despite strong nails could not withstand the mighty power of the bear, Haytham was tossed high into the air. He tumbled like a ragdoll, thrown aside like he was nothing at all. The ground came up fast too, not that it mattered either. Once Haytham hit the hard packed dirt above the waterline he laid there quiet and still. The battered ribs and broken arm being of no consequence to a man who had been knocked soundly unconscious.

His hat still floated there aimlessly in the water now giving his head and the horns that had grown there over night no place to hide any longer.

[elissacousland]

Elissa erupted from below deck on the Triton's Mistress just in time to see Conner crash through the old deck and Haytham fly into the air. Perhaps it was surprising, but it was Conner's name that left her lips as she raced down the gangplank. Disheveled and sporting a black eye, various bruises, and rope burns, the Warden was in her sailing garb with her weapons strapped to her back.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton!" she cried in concern. "Did he hurt you? Haytham is under some sort of spell!"