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spread across his face as he looked over at the tanker. Sean pulled the trigger again and hit the little man right between the eyes.
"Don't tell the others Jimmy."
The captain roared down to Sean.
"Think its time we brought as many of them as we can up from below."
Fifteen of the creatures were brought on deck. This nearly made the crew more nervous than what they were facing. Stories preceded these creatures in whispers throughout the world. Each one was as different from the next as they were from human. It was also rumoured that they had some sort of magical power brought on by the mutations, but no evidence had ever been produced either for or against this theory. Many thought it to be myth as those that did try to integrate into human society did not use any so called magical powers to defend themselves against the constant ridiculing. And generally those that spoke of it were old and borderline senile. And besides who in there right, adult mind, actually believed in magic. All the creatures wore overhanging hoods shadowing their faces. Only the reflection of eyes could be seen every so often peering out from the hoods, yet for some reason the crew seemed to feel that all of them were smiling. This unnerved them more. What did they have to smile about?
They began browsing the weapons in the storage boxes on deck, pulling out shotguns, rifles and all other forms of weapons. Swords were a favourite in this age because guns were hard to come by, but in certain situations they were a necessity. Sean and the captain watched on from the bridge as the gate began to tower over the horizon. The two youngest crew members, Brendan and Joe, uncomfortable with the Rionions, decided to move from the starboard side to port. As they did, an arrow was shot from somewhere unseen in the jungle. It burst through Joes chest as his friend watched the pleading glare in his eyes. From the bridge Sean noticed that in the brief moment Brendan held his friend, he had pissed in his pants. What nobody had noticed was that the arrow was attached to a line. Joe changed his look from his friend down to the arrow protruding from his chest and he held the wound as blood spilled over his hands. He looked to his friend again as four points on the arrow sprung open creating a form of grappling hook. The line recoiled with amazing speed and power, ripping Joe from his friends arms, the ship, across the water, and into the deep, dark, jungle.
Brendans screams echoed back up the pass, but nobody had the time to console him. The gate was too near. Anticipation was too high. It was seconds from the lifeboat going under the gate. Bill the ships best shot, lay flat on the ships bow, rifle targeting the lifeboat. His hands shook with both fear and the pressure of the task before him, but he did his best to steady the aim. It was time, and just before he was going to pull the trigger the captain roared at him.
"Leave it go under!"
Instantly Bill knew what he meant. The gate with its array of wooden gargoyle, random ship parts and decorations of skulls and bones, was high enough from the height of the river for the life boat to go under. If it went under and then they set it off, it would do much more damage. But as the boat started under the wooden mass of death, Bill began to lose sight. Thinking quickly he attached himself to a line and then scaled the bow of the ship. The lifeboat was about 10 feet under when he began to fire, but because of the angle, the shot was near impossible. He missed, and missed, and missed again. The boat was going further and further under, 15ft, 20ft.
"Shoot it, shoot it!" Roared the captain as he stood ready to switch the boat to full ahead.
"Sorry Bill." He whispered to himself.
Too much time had gone by and he had no choice, he switched the ship from full reverse to full ahead and the ship nearly instantly rammed the blockade. The cracking of wood smothered the sound of roaring, as the ship imbedded itself in the blockade and
"Don't tell the others Jimmy."
The captain roared down to Sean.
"Think its time we brought as many of them as we can up from below."
Fifteen of the creatures were brought on deck. This nearly made the crew more nervous than what they were facing. Stories preceded these creatures in whispers throughout the world. Each one was as different from the next as they were from human. It was also rumoured that they had some sort of magical power brought on by the mutations, but no evidence had ever been produced either for or against this theory. Many thought it to be myth as those that did try to integrate into human society did not use any so called magical powers to defend themselves against the constant ridiculing. And generally those that spoke of it were old and borderline senile. And besides who in there right, adult mind, actually believed in magic. All the creatures wore overhanging hoods shadowing their faces. Only the reflection of eyes could be seen every so often peering out from the hoods, yet for some reason the crew seemed to feel that all of them were smiling. This unnerved them more. What did they have to smile about?
They began browsing the weapons in the storage boxes on deck, pulling out shotguns, rifles and all other forms of weapons. Swords were a favourite in this age because guns were hard to come by, but in certain situations they were a necessity. Sean and the captain watched on from the bridge as the gate began to tower over the horizon. The two youngest crew members, Brendan and Joe, uncomfortable with the Rionions, decided to move from the starboard side to port. As they did, an arrow was shot from somewhere unseen in the jungle. It burst through Joes chest as his friend watched the pleading glare in his eyes. From the bridge Sean noticed that in the brief moment Brendan held his friend, he had pissed in his pants. What nobody had noticed was that the arrow was attached to a line. Joe changed his look from his friend down to the arrow protruding from his chest and he held the wound as blood spilled over his hands. He looked to his friend again as four points on the arrow sprung open creating a form of grappling hook. The line recoiled with amazing speed and power, ripping Joe from his friends arms, the ship, across the water, and into the deep, dark, jungle.
Brendans screams echoed back up the pass, but nobody had the time to console him. The gate was too near. Anticipation was too high. It was seconds from the lifeboat going under the gate. Bill the ships best shot, lay flat on the ships bow, rifle targeting the lifeboat. His hands shook with both fear and the pressure of the task before him, but he did his best to steady the aim. It was time, and just before he was going to pull the trigger the captain roared at him.
"Leave it go under!"
Instantly Bill knew what he meant. The gate with its array of wooden gargoyle, random ship parts and decorations of skulls and bones, was high enough from the height of the river for the life boat to go under. If it went under and then they set it off, it would do much more damage. But as the boat started under the wooden mass of death, Bill began to lose sight. Thinking quickly he attached himself to a line and then scaled the bow of the ship. The lifeboat was about 10 feet under when he began to fire, but because of the angle, the shot was near impossible. He missed, and missed, and missed again. The boat was going further and further under, 15ft, 20ft.
"Shoot it, shoot it!" Roared the captain as he stood ready to switch the boat to full ahead.
"Sorry Bill." He whispered to himself.
Too much time had gone by and he had no choice, he switched the ship from full reverse to full ahead and the ship nearly instantly rammed the blockade. The cracking of wood smothered the sound of roaring, as the ship imbedded itself in the blockade and
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