The Arrival

[jackdaws_master]

"Our helmsman's dead! Someone take the wheel!"

There was a storm, a colossal one, and a frigate looming up out of it. He can remember that. (And a figure- a man in a white hood? He thinks.)

There's no more powder-stench in his nostrils. The air's not sizzling with lightning the more. His ears've stopped ringing, though whether that's true quiet or deafness he can't say. But he's not pitching and rolling about, nor is the water tumbling him arse over teakettle like a kitten's play-thing. There's just sand...

His ribs heaving in a mighty cough that brings up near as much salt-water as air, Edward Kenway pushes himself up on an unfamiliar bit of Caribbean inlet and opens his eyes.

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[andinfluencepeople]

It's cold.

Chuck's still blinded from the explosion (he can't be blinded, he's dead), and he staggers, catching himself as he falls. The hard fiberglass of the drive suit jams into his knees, and the ground...

He opens his eyes, and pulls off his helmet (fuck, it's cold). There's grass.

Chuck rolls over onto his back, and stares up into early-evening sky. Is the Marshall chasing a RABIT? Chuck can't feel him, in his head, like the jaeger's not even – did the other man die, and leave Chuck stuck in his memories?

He's pretty sure that can't happen, but he hasn't interviewed that many dead people.

Chuck pushes himself up, glances around, and with a voice loud enough to reach the other side of a Shatterdome, yells: "MARSHALL!"