high_seas | Avast, Mateys!

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Avast, Mateys!

Who: The Crooked Bone Boys, Esper "the Conflagration" Jones, and you!
Where: All over the high seas!
When: Tuesday, March 24th
What: Fighting, fire, winning, losing, and a whole lot of smack talk.
Warnings: Just your usual potential battle-type violence.
Style: Any!
Status: Open!

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I don't know, I—

[Cuts off as he has to abruptly duck and swerve out of the way of some sudden gunfire, which means he plows into Zoro a bit there, sorry, marimo. He curses and lifts the pistol again to shoot back, then shoves away and jumps up as another guy charges at them, sword extended -- the plan is to hook his foot around the fucker's neck and slam him into the ground, except being chained to Zoro means he can't get high enough, and probably the power wouldn't have been there anyway.

So instead he just kind of ungracefully oomphs as the chain pulls taut again and ends up colliding with their would-be attack, half falling on the guy before he can get his legs where he wants them. Durp.]

Goddammit, I can't do anything with this shitty limited range!

[He's all sprawled on the deck now, his lower half tangled up with the other guy, so he just slams his foot into his face a couple times until he's free and rises up into a half-crouch, weight on one knee as he eyes their surroundings.]

If you can get ahold of one of those shitty bombs we can just blow the damn thing—AUGH!!

[......Huh, that sure was a bullet hitting him smack in his left shoulder.

Don't mind Sanji, he'll just be over here getting thrown backwards from the force of the shot. Ow.]

Motherfuck.

[Zoro can't really apologize for the lack of range, because it's hampering his efforts as well. Kitetsu is all but useless in his left hand unless he happens to position it right where a bullet or hit is about to be, out of sheer luck. He staggers as he's yanked a bit back from the wall by the attempted leg-trap, but holds ground and manages to cross his other two swords to block and block again.

There's so many shots flying around them that one doesn't stand out from the rest, until he hears the scream and the cursing, and the chain on his arm yanks back again from the recoil. Zoro tips his head, but Sanji's on his blind side so he can't see exactly what happened.]

You all right?

[regardless of the answer, he pivots a bit to put his active swords toward the masses, protecting the cook with his back to him just in case.]

[Tries to press his right hand to the wound, but there's not enough slack in the chain for him to move his arm that far. So he just grits his teeth and struggles to at least get up to his knee again, ignoring the burn starting to spread through his shoulder.]

M'fine.

[Annnd lurching to his feet again, yep, there we go. Power through, dammit, it's just a shitty tiny injury. He lets Zoro stay in front of him, though, and flexes his left hand just to make sure everything's still okay down there.]

...Oi, you still got oil on your shirt?

Yeah...

[he steals a glance and for a moment, his eye widens, seeing the blood. That is not good. Not when they're both weakened by this bullshit chain. He unconsciously slides a step closer, to give them both some slack if they need it in order to move, making himself an impenetrable wall between them and their enemies.]

Don't faint on me, now, I don't got enough to carry your ass along with me.

[he would, though, if he had to. Zoro just hopes he won't have to.]

[Promptly snarls at him, though it's weaker than it would usually be.]

I ain't gonna faint, asshole, shit. I'm fine.

[Sort of.

He shoves his hand into his pocket, digging around.]

Anyway, look, I still got my lighter -- think we can make it to the ammo dump?

If we have to.

[his moves may be weaker but he can still conduct them, as long as he has the range of movement his arms require. As such, Zoro knows what he needs to do, he just has to get Sanji to work in tandem with him.]

No time to argue - get on my back.

[with Sanji's arm over his shoulder, he would have a much better chance at successfully mowing down the wall of pirates in front of them]

[...Sanji doesn't know how to not argue with a demand like that. >.>

Though mostly because with everything going on right now, his brain is slow to catch up to Zoro's thought process.

So he just shoots an 'are you crazy?' kind of look at the back of his head.]

The hell? Fuck that.

Just do it! [rounds on him] I can't fire a Cannon with my arm stuck to yours, unless you want me yanking your arm out of the socket.

[because he will, just watch him]

[Huffs at him, but then another bullet goes whizzing by his head and you know what? Turns out he actually doesn't feel like arguing for once.]

Alright, fine, geez. But don't jostle me around, shithead.

[Shoves at Zoro's shoulder to turn him the other way again, then hops right on, hooking his arm around Zoro's neck. The problem is he has to use his injured side to do so, wanting to let his other arm hang free so that Zoro can get as much use out of that damn chain as possible. He grimaces but tightens his hold and his legs to keep himself in place.]

...Gonna bleed all over your shitty shirt.

If I'm guessing your mind right, that won't matter in a few minutes.

[yes, good, this he can work with. The pirates might have been confused by their arguing, but now they're ready to really attack, but Zoro is ready, too. He twists and brings his arms up and around, and throws a measly 108-Pound Cannon right at the weakest point in their line. It's nothing near his usual terror-inducing level, but the spiral of cutting air still works effectively enough, knocking back a few jerks and making enough of a hole. Growling around the sword in his teeth, he bends and charges forward, suddenly feeling Sanji's full weight as an actual burden. Doesn't matter, still gonna charge.

The ammo magazine is in the center of the main deck, so he just puts his head down and races for the mast, hunched forward to keep Sanji shifted up onto his back. The gap he made almost closes in on them, and he can feel cuts burn his thigh and arm as he blasts through the crowd, but it's enough. They can make it to their goal.]

[Just grunts in some form of agreement, then focuses on not losing his grip on Zoro as he charges forward. It's not easy, but he's pretty damn sure that what Zoro's doing isn't easy either, so he'll fucking well do his part.

The second they reach the magazine, Sanji drops off Zoro's back and stumbles forward to the nearest powder keg, unintentionally yanking on the chain to drag Zoro with him. He thrusts his hand out, snapping his fingers.]

C'mon, shirt, let's go. Keep those assholes back!

[by that time he's exhausted, so a little yank just pulls him in the correct direction. Gasping hard, Zoro shrugs it off his shoulders and of course only then notices it'll be hard to get it off his shackled arm.

Oh well, he was about to say goodbye to it anyway. He reaches across to slit the sleeve with his blade and then spins around to face the pursuit]

Take it! I've got 'em.

[He pushes past the weakness and exhaustion and slashes back at the ones who got up and followed, forcing himself past his limits. The sheer anger at being weakened like this is all that's fueling him now, making his strikes erratic, but at least it does the job of holding them off long enough for Sanji to do his part.]

[...Yeah, Sanji didn't think about the whole 'getting it off while wearing shackles' thing either, oops. But hey, swords. Yaaay.

He snatches the shirt from Zoro and pries the cork out of the top of the barrel before shoving the shirt into the open hole, making sure that there's enough of the oil-dampened material still outside the barrel so he'll have something to light up.]

Usopp would be so fuckin' proud...

[Alright, about ready over here. Sanji pulls out his lighter and then tugs on the chain a bit.]

Listen, marimo! I'm gonna light this bastard and then we gotta get the hell off this ship -- you ready?!

Do it!

[he's as ready as he can be with his hands full over here, feet planted and one eye blazing with rage as he bats away swords and takes hit after hit. Nothing like what Sanji is dealing with, but it's insulting to get bitten by so many gnats after what they've been through in their lives.

As soon as he feels the commanding tug of the chain, Zoro will be right there with him - better the sea than this hellhole.]

[Does the thing!

He clicks his lighter on, and the oil on Zoro's shirt catches the flame immediately. Sanji doesn't waste any time after that, they need to move. He forces his legs to lunge away from the powder keg and aims for the railing of the ship. Just fucking make it over there, come on. He can feel Zoro next to him, both their movements ridiculously heavy compared to how swiftly they normally can move. The clumsy run jars his shoulder, sending a shooting pain down his arm, but he forces that aside. It can be dealt with later, there's more important things—]

JUMP!

[Like making sure they can clear the ship before the shitty barrel explodes and takes the rest of the ammo dump with it.]

[Zoro had managed to keep a path clear, so the railing was really the only obstacle in the way. He doesn't even have time to sheath any of his swords, he just stumbles and forges onward, close enough to the cook to keep from stretching the chain, and leaps on command.

The ocean hits them with as much force as the explosion going off behind them, taking his breath away and forcing Zoro to clench his jaw hard so he doesn't lose the sword. Everything is heavy - his pants, his boots, the sayas at his hip, the chain, the cook. At least his body's desperate need for air keeps him kicking until he can surface again, breaking the water with a snarl and a cough. He swallowed too much seawater, he's really got to remember to put the swords away before jumping.

But first...]

...cook?

[He's a few seconds behind Zoro, but it's probably actually a good thing he's chained to him in this case -- if Zoro didn't sink, then there's no way Sanji could. Still, he refuses to leave all the work to the other man and kicks as hard as he friggin' can to reach the surface again. It's hard because that explosion rocks the sea around them, making the water choppy and the waves powerful.

But he surges out of the water eventually, hacking and gasping for breath. His legs keep moving, fighting to keep him above the surface, but they feel like two shitty weights dragging him down and his left arm is all but useless. Trying to tread water with it is a bitch, and he blindly reaches for Zoro with his other arm, hand grasping at his shoulder. More seawater splashes into his mouth and fuck, for the first time in his life there's a faint worry lurking in the back of his head that his legs are going to fail him.]

Z-Zoro. [Weakly pushes some wet hair out of his face, looking at the other man.] You okay?

Yeah. [and relieved to hear him speak. He can tell things are going from bad to worse, even if the sea was their only option.] Y'know, aside from feeling like I've never trained a day in my life.

[Under the water, he shifts his grip on Shuusui and slides it into a saya, any saya, doesn't even care if it's the right one. Finally, one hand free! His left arm curls around Sanji to keep him afloat, at least as far as the chain will allow. Wadou gets sheathed next, but he can't even reach Kitetsu with his other hand. He'll just have to cling to it for now. Bits of busted-up ship are floating by in the water, so he keeps an eye out for one to haul himself onto.]

Nice move, but now we gotta get ourselves out of the water. You're not gonna last with that shoulder.

[totally trying to keep the concern out of his tone, and probably failing. It looks bad, and a dousing in seawater can't possibly be good for it]

[It's not, it's just making it sting all the more, but it's okay. 'Tis but a scratch. Just a flesh wound. He's fine.]

I'm fine!

[See?

Though he sags into Zoro even as he says it and hates himself for it. He doesn't want to put any unnecessary weight on him.]

Just...find Merrily. Here—

[It didn't escape his notice that Zoro was only able to sheath two swords. Since Sanji's injured arm is already under water, he feels around, searching for the hilt or even the blade.]

Lemme help, hand it over. I won't drop it.

[He can at least manage to get it within Zoro's reach.]

[shush, cook, he'll take on any and all weight necessary to keep them both alive. He can feel that hand bumping against his knuckles and turns his hand so the blade is facing away.]

Here. You got it. Right there.

[he still doesn't uncurl his fingers until he can feel that Sanji has a hold of the hilt, mainly because it's Kitetsu - the cursed sword doesn't just give its trust to anyone. Good, now he has use of his arms as well, though they're already cramped from exertion, right down to his fingers.

A toss of his head lets him look around. Hm, burning ship over there, that's not it. There's another ship very nearby, and Zoro could almost swear he just saw bubbles and lightning. The girls were supposed to be protecting Merrily, so that must be Merrily - never mind that he ought to know the figurehead and flag on sight but nooo he's paying attention solely to the fight activity on deck.]

...shit. Keimi and Lorelai are fighting. We gotta get over there.

[he has no energy at all to swim, but swim he does, keeping one arm around Sanji to pull him along. Like hell if he's going to let some stupid chain send them to an undignified and watery grave.]

[Curls his fingers around the hilt and squeezes it good and tight. Complain all you want, you shitty arm, Sanji ain't letting go. He starts to bring Kitetsu around, hoping to pass it off to his other hand so Zoro can take it from there, but then Zoro goes and mentions the girls and say what now?

Sanji's head snaps up, a new fire burning in his eyes.]

Keimi-chan is—and Lorelai-chan—what?!

[Oh look, a sudden magical burst of energy!

...Though it's nothing like when his usual burning passion is ignited, but at least it's something. It fuels him on, makes his kicks a smidge stronger, makes him grit his teeth that much harder.]

Let's go, we can't let those assholes damage the ship! The ladies'll do their shitty best but we gotta help!

[Argh, stop thrashing, cook, you're making this harder than it has to be...]

Calm down, I'm swimming as fast as I can! Put Kitetsu away for me, I'll handle the rest.

[so he says, but any energy from Sanji is clearly a big help. Zoro strikes out for the rear deck of the ship ahead of him, which sits just at the waterline, not even thinking about whether it's Merrily that has a deck like that. The girls are definitely fighting there, so that's where they have to be.]

[But his ladies!!!! Hmph. Fine. Sanji grumbles a bit, but arguing -- and even talking, really -- requires too much effort.

...Here's hoping he doesn't poke Zoro in the leg or some shit while he tries to sheath the sword.

Nah, he'll manage.

Luckily he's too distracted, both by doing that and by watching the various attacks going on above them, to pay attention to the ship... Also, you know, the lack of strength, feeling lightheaded, probably a decent amount of blood loss (since he doesn't usually go around losing shitty gallons of it like some people), all of this COMBINED means he's actually pretty out of it right now and is struggling to keep the blackness at the edges of his vision from taking over.

Nnngh.]

[Zoro doesn't need haki to tell that Sanji is fading, and doubles his efforts as best he can. They'll be really damn lucky if the blood in the water doesn't attract sharks. Maybe they'll go for the survivors from the other ship...

He gets them to the rear deck and waits for a wave to wash them up high enough to grab onto the railing, so he can just haul them both over it at once. Only with his reduced strength, that doesn't quite go so well. He gets Sanji over, and then the pitching of the ship in the waves takes him out of reach, smacking his face against the rail and then leaving him dangling at the other end of the damn chain for a moment before another wave pushes him back up so he can at least get his arms around the railing. Needless to say, it's a comedy of pathetic errors before they can actually consider themselves safe on the deck. Just through that door, then they can go up to give a hand...

...only when the door opens, there's a collection of enemy pirates on the other side, just waiting to take them prisoner. Oops. This is not Merrily at all.]

[Hits the deck with an oomph and a wince, then just lies there on his back for a moment, trying to catch his breath. The tugging on his arm tells him that Zoro's still having some difficulty getting over, and he tries to help, wrapping both hands around the chain and pulling hard, but it's probably mostly the wave and Zoro's own attempts that get him over the shitty railing.

But once he's there, Sanji collapses backwards again and lets his head thunk backwards off the deck.

It's possible he might pass out for JUST A SECOND OKAY because the next time he blinks his eyes open, they're suddenly surrounded.

By the enemy.

Which is about when Sanji remembers that Merrily doesn't even have a fucking rear deck like this.

........So he laughs. Can't help it. Ahhhh, his stupid dumbass marimo. Though this is partly his fault, too. Mah, well, let them think they have some kind of victory here. Sanji can still see the attacks from Keimi-chan and Lorelai-chan up above, and Celestia-san could probably just blink at all these fuckers and take them out somehow.

Plus Luffy's still out there somewhere with Robin-chan.

OR SO HE THINKS, until they wind up tossed into a cage right next to the pair.

Goddammit.]

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Avast, Mateys!

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