OtherWorlds: Go Away Ghost Ship (Sam x River T.)

[st_andingtall]

After a full day of research, Sam had a solid lead on the haunting of Magnus Parr's shipping lines. A pirate ship had gone down off the coast with all hands, back in the colonial era, and Parr's ancestor, a whaler, had refused to rescue the crew when he encountered the wreck before it took them all to their graves. A salvage company had bought the rights to the Palatine back at the beginning of the year and they'd just last month gotten around to diving and bringing pieces back up.

Back in his room, Sam cursed his inferior collection of hunting weapons in the Inn. He had the Colt, but no Ruby to make bullets or fix it if it got broken. He had a knife, and he'd picked up another diver's knife in Bonesville, he had the hunting rifle and rock salt, but the idea of going after a ghost pirate crew with just what he had wasn't sitting well. If it was an actual ghost pirate, salt pellets would do, but if it wasn't...

What he should do was get some help.

Sam sat at the edge of his bed and reached for the phone. Buffy or Molly, Carlos, Butters... Caroline. Maybe she'd go with him.

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[st_andingtall]

"There'll be a radio," Sam told her, running his hand through his hair in bemusement. "Are they dead?" Because if they weren't, they should tie them up before they turned their backs.

[st_makemeastone]

She paused to assess, "No."

They might wish they were when they woke up and at least one was bleeding fairly profusely but no.

Another pause.

"Unless the one that went overboard cannot swim. I will get the rope."

[st_andingtall]

"Shit."

They'd be gone before anyone noticed the guy missing, probably, but it didn't seem like a good idea to let a guy die without trying to save him.

"You get rope. I'll see if I can find the guy who went overboard." If they got lucky, he'd be alive and know how to pilot the craft.

"And once we do that, maybe you could tell me where you learned how to do that."

[st_makemeastone]

She paused as she was about to enter the opening to the hold where they had been captive, looking back at him with dark serious eyes and said words he had probably heard before, but had a different meaning now.

"Wanted a weapon. Not a girl."

And then she was gone to get rope. She returned on silent feet and started tying people to the railing while Sam went about his part of the job.

[st_andingtall]

She'd told him that before and he had heard her. He just hadn't realized it extended to physical training, too.

Bastards. And he thought being raised like a warrior was bad.


[ooc: wrap!]