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

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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"I will do my best," She wasn't particularly adept at the focus part, but she had enough awareness to keep track.

"They are all occupied at the moment."

"Occupied enough for us to sneak up on them?" Ideally, they could wait here and stage an ambush, but considering the crew planned to roast them alive, they might not be planning any return visits.

"A number of them appear to be intoxicated," not the two who were in charge and most intent of disposing of them. But many of the others. "They are pleased with themselves."

"All right. I guess we should probably try to sneak by them and see if we can find a way down to the boat we came out here on."

It was a terrible idea, but it was the only one he had: get off the boat and hope they could fight them off on the water.

"It is a terrible idea," she agreed. If only because they would undoubtedly get away with their law breaking.

She wasn't a stickler for law breaking but these had tried to kill them.

"Wait here."

Then she disappeared up the ships ladder to the deck. Before Sam had likely processed that she had gone there would be the sound of thumps, yelps and at least one splash from the deck.

"River, what--" She was gone before he could ask what she was doing.

Whatever it was, it was a terrible idea too. Naturally, he followed her out.

And blinked. Rapidly. Trying to make sense of the whirling dervish that was dispatching the men who'd meant to kill them.

One came up on him while he was busy rearranging how he thought about River. Fortunately, the deck squeaked under his sneaker. Sam turned and clotheslined the guy, and then dropped him with a gut-punch and another to the head when he doubled over.

The last one dropped at Sam's feet and River stepped over another hulking mass on the floor to join him and survey the deck.

"I do not know how to pilot this craft." So he would have to, to get them back to shore.

"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.

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."

"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."

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.

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.

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

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