Storm From the Sea

With one hand grabbing at the desk for dear life, the other reached up and grabbed the edge of the birdcage before it came crashing to the ground. Owen waited until the ship went over the crest of the next wave before even attempting to stand on both legs once more.

Left...lean...rightttt...turn then lean. He had to wait until the ship was at sea level before he could even try to move. If he tried to run up the stairs to his crew or maneuvered around on deck while the ship was at the crest or trough then he might as well be dead. Through the years on a ship, he's watched cocky sea men topple right over the side of the railing all because they weren't patient. A man who thinks they can control the ocean was a stupid one.

Through the wooden floorboards, he could feal the movement come to a halt. He knew not to be fooled. They were far from the tossing and turning from being over. This was the beginning of a storm. This was his time.

Grabbing whatever he could, Owen wrapped his fingers around the golden bars of the cage running up the stairs. His other hand snaked around his hat and weapon as if it was ingrained on his mind to always have the two.

Brorym was along for the ride even if he didn't. Everything in his cage such as his blankets and food flipped to the side. He felt his legs slip out from him from the sheer gravity and force Owen applied to the cage as he grabbed it from the side instead of the top or bottom. The distracted human grabbed onto anything he could, and what he could grab were the golden bars the young dragon usually used as walls. He was carrying it like a trash can on its side, not even caring if the contents inside were destroyed or not.

Running up the drive wooden stairs leading to his deck, Owen looks down at the creature in the cage. He didn't even know until now the poor kid had flown up to his hand. Freezing for a few seconds, he lifted the cage up to full view seeing Brorym had used his wings to fly up to his hand. He had grabbed onto the bars like a sloth, having his back facing the ground. He was then using his claws to try and pry his fingers off of the outside. Now that he was looking at the frustrated creature he could now actually feel the digging and scrapping against his hand. It felt like little needles or bee stings over and over. He was trying to get the human to drop the cage by stabbing ad prying at his fingers. In hindsight, this was not the best choice. Both knew this, but the kid wanted free and away from the hustle and bustle of the top deck.

"Sir."

Owen looked up from his little captive to meet the dark worried eyes of his first mate. The man usually was a stable no-nonsense man who talked in a deep tone, but even his voice was a bit higher than usual while addressing the Captain.

"Sir!" Owen continues to run up to the main deck looking around. As expected the sky was dark. No normal dark blue indicating rain. There were patches of fog-like clouds all around. They were mixed with black, blue, with the light trying to reach through and touch the water, but more and more overpowering swirls of pitch darkness were eating it up.

Owen shoved the cage into his first mate's hands as he ran towards the helm with the quickest "here hold this."

Running up the second set of steps Owen had to hold onto his hat to make sure the wind didn't cast it out to sea to be consumed into the depths. Looking up he doesn't see a very good sign. There is darkness, there is wind, but there is no lightning. This was just the beginning. Grabbing onto the wheel he shoves the helmsman out of the way. "Why wasn't I wanted about this? Who pissed off Poseidon while I was gone?" grabbing the wheel with both hands he felt his hat being grabbed by the howling winds and disappear.

The deck was filled with people scrambling around trying to outsmart the God of the weather. All men were tieing themselves with a rope around the waist while two were scrambling to the mast trying to tie the other end up. This way if some e was flung off the edge or lost their footing they would be held down by the rope instead of meeting the dark waters below. Five men were climbing up to the sails trying to tie them up. If the crew lost the sails they would be stranded after the storm. The other men were running around trying to tie anything down.

Owen yelled at the top of his lungs to his crew to give orders, but the winds took away his voice.

His first mate named Brennen still held the cage with Brorym while running up to him. He put the cage down to help his Captain with the wheel, but he was yelled at. "Do not lose that cargo!"

Brennen looked down at the dragon confused. "But Captain we aren't going to get far if you can't turn the wheel."

He could just bairly make out the deep thundering voice of his first mate above the crashing all around them, but he was pretty sure he knew what he said. "Fine. Hand me the cage, you take the wheel."

As Brennen grabbed the wheel with one hand he shoved the cage into the Captain's hand. As Owen's second hand left the wheel the first mate shoved the cage into his grasp and switched sides. If one hand left the wheel it would spiral out of control.

Owen held the cage close to him as he watched over the ship. Everything was falling apart. All they had to do was make it through the eye of the storm and they may have a chance, but even that was looking unlikely. The waves roared over the side of the ship causing a few shipmates to slip and be dragged along with the water. Holes we're being ripped into the cloth of their mast and no sun to show hope.

"Let me out!" His attention was grabbed from his struggling crew down towards the dragon in his grasp. "What? Why in the hell do ye think I would do that?"

"You can't save your crew and make sure my cage doesn't blow away. Let me out and save yourself.!" Owen was surprised he could hear Brorym yelling to him but what surprised him most is the young one thought this would be a good idea.

"Are you nuts!" the Captain took his eyes off the crew to answer his prisoner.

Brorym ran to the bars shaking them as much as he could. "Just let me out. It's either focus on me and not one hundred per cent on your crew or keep me trapped and put all your energy into making sure I'm intact."

Owen raised the cage up to his face with a sneer. "You are never getting out you hear me? Heaven not hell will ever convince me to open that door your my ticket back to home...back to her." the young dragon started to think back to the picture on the wall. That her? How was he going to get him back to her? Owen reached up to grab the dragon blood through the bars when the wave hit the side of the ship. His body was thrown to the side almost dropping the cage along with his precious treasure overboard. He held the tiny close to his chest securely.

"Water! Water in the hull!"

At those words, Owen ran down to the deck to see for himself. He waited for the precious moment when the shoo wasn't being tossed around, then peered over the railing. The water swirled and engulfed the ship. As it moved away about to swell Owen noticed it. The huge hole in the side taking in water faster than he could get out.