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20,000 Leagues Under the Sea	By : ShigeSato Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The locations and some of the spells and characters described herein belong to Activision Blizzard. I do not own World of Warcraft and I make no money from this work.

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The next morning Farlin woke early to the sound of heavy footsteps above his cabin. The sound of voices was audible on the deck above him, hoarse shouts from sailors about rigging and knots. Groggily he swung his legs over the side of the hammock and stood, swaying. His head ached, though not unbearably. His armour was scattered about him on the floor, and he bent to pick it up and strap it on – his commander would want his help on deck.
After fixing his armour to his body, he moved over to the washbasin at the side of the room, and was about to splash his face with the water, before he looked down and saw the state it was in. At that, all the memories of the night came rushing back to him, and he grabbed his head in shame once more, remembering his ecstasy at coming to the image of Jared's face. Now he was sober, he could not believe he had committed such an indecent act. How was he to face his friend again?
That question was answered for him. "Morning!" came the voice at the door as the other paladin swung it open. "You coming to help us on deck?"
"Yep," Farlin replied, still staring into the washbasin, pretending he was severely hung over. He could not look up at Jared right now, could not face his friend's innocence so recently after having such thoughts of him. "I'll...I'll be up in a minute, alright?"
"I'll be waiting," Jared replied cheerily and left the room, whistling jovially as he walked back up the stairs. Farlin sighed heavily and dropped to a crouch, resting his head on the cool surface of the basin, which helped alleviate his headache slightly but did nothing for his guilt. He supposed he would have to make it through the remainder of the day, and after that they would be fighting the Horde. His mind would be consumed by other things, and he would not remember the shame.
Straightening up, he walked out into the corridor and out onto the deck. The wind had picked up in the night and was now a fairly strong westward breeze, all the better for them as it became a tailwind. However, it whipped up the waves, causing the bot to rock unnervingly. He saw Tamri on the helm, standing still and staring out to sea as the navigator pored over the charts beside him. The goblin looked up and nudged the elf, pointing to something on the map, and Tamri looked down at it and drew a line with his finger. The ship rocked slightly as his magic forced it back on course, and the navigator returned to battling with the rudder. The elf glanced over at Farlin and raised a hand in greeting, before returning to his previous faraway position.
He could not see Jared anywhere, but that was a blessing, Farlin thought as he grabbed hold of the nearest rope and began to pull and tie it, tightening the sails to provide more speed. He was never a professional sailor but had had some experience in ships while training. One of the mercenaries who owned the ship case an approving eye over his work as he heaved at the rigging.
"Land, ho!" came a shout from the crow's nest, and everyone stopped to look at the horizon, where the outline of the island was visible. Cheers erupted from the soldiers at the prospect of arriving and laying their axes in the heads of some orcs. Farlin joined in half-heartedly, pleased that they were arriving but equally still disturbed by his episode the previous night. He noticed Tamri staring at him from the corner of his eye, and turned defiantly to meet the elf's gaze, who returned it steadily and unblinkingly. Farlin almost felt like the man was searching his soul, reaching to find out what troubled him, but for what motives he didn't know. He broke the eye contact with him and turned to stare out at the sea.
For a while it was havoc on the decks as sailors behind him rushed to and fro, preparing the ship to land on the island. Farlin heard the sounds of scraping and heavy grunts as they heaved the anchor onto the deck, ready to toss it overboard, and he aided them with adjusting the rigging and dragging the heavy cannons into position should the Horde have prepared an ambush. But the land was deserted as far as they could see, and nothing disturbed the ocean at all. In fact, some of the soldiers were getting a little uneasy about the atmosphere, which seemed to have become tense. Gradually, all activity stopped as men began to catch on to the growing sense of trepidation, until all was totally silent except for the lapping of the waves on the sides of the boat.
Then, suddenly, the boat stopped moving. It juddered to a halt, and all the men froze and stared at each other and the deck, in total terror. All was silent for the next few seconds, and then total chaos broke out.
A huge tentacle crashed onto the boat, curling itself around the mast and snapping it in half. More of the same appeared around all sides of the craft, and men ran screaming down into the hold, but seconds later were seen in the grasp of those tentacles, their arms flailing before they were crushed. The wood cracked and the deck began to fold in on itself as the massive monster attacked them.
Farlin's first thought was to defend himself, but looking at the size of those tentacles he knew he would not stand a chance against whatever it was that they came from. Drawing his sword more for comfort than anything else, he made to run across the deck to the helm, but had to duck as the mast crashed down in front of him. He sprinted up to where Tamri was lying underneath the wheel, trapped as he had fallen backwards. The navigator lay dead, impaled by the mast.
"Farlin! Thank Elune," Tamri exclaimed, attempting to shove the wheel off himself. Farlin dispensed with greetings and hacked the wood to pieces with his blade, enough so that the thin elf could wriggle out. Suddenly, though, the paladin lost his balance and turned in horror as he fell onto the deck, seeing a slimy green tentacle wrap itself around his ankle. He sliced through it and it let go abruptly, disappearing back below the surface of the ocean. Scrambling backwards, he let out a panicked breath.
Just then, the commander of the regiment could be seen leaping onto the remains of the crow's nest. Amidst the chaos his voice could be heard clearly. "Abandon ship!" he shouted, before diving into the ocean himself. Many sailors had already done so, but the soldiers grasped each others' arms as a sign of comradeship before throwing themselves into the roiling waters.
"Jared!" Farlin yelled, scanning the deck for his friend, all thoughts of the night forgotten, focused only on ensuring his safety. He could not see the paladin anywhere, and the deck was now nearly clear of men.
"Farlin, we must go," Tamri urged him, tugging on his arm. "There's no time..."
"Go, then," Farlin said. "I can't leave him behind. I'll see you if I see you."
Tamri stood for a second, struggling with his emotions, but eventually survivability won out, as was the instinct of his race. "Good luck, then. May Elune light your path, paladin." He cast a spell of invisibility and was gone.
Farlin raced down the ship, jumping over the remains of the wooden mast and slipping on the planks that were almost at a vertical slant. The ship was in ruins – it was a matter of minutes before it capsized. The creaks of the wooden structure imploding were matched in intensity only by the screams of sailors trapped in the monster's deathly grip or shouting for help from the ocean's surface. He ran down into the depths of the ship, yelling all the while for his friend.
"Farlin!" a faint voice issued from the mess hall. He dived down the corridor and into the large room, frantically scanning it for any sign of his friend. "Down here..." the voice said weakly, and he turned to see a sight that pierced his heart. Jared was trapped beneath a massive keg of beer that had rolled on top of him during the fray. Two large tentacles were writhing either side of him as he valiantly slashed at them with his axes, but no no avail – they were advancing by the second.
Farlin leapt in defiantly and cast a spell of protection on his friend. He then proceeded to cut clean through the tentacle on the left, leaving half of it withering on the deck as the rest of it retreated through the large hole it had made. The right tentacle drew back as well, fearing the same fate.
Farlin dropped to his knees and tried vainly to shift the massive barrel pinning his friend down. "Forget it, Farlin," Jared smiled weakly. "I'm done for, those tentacles will be back any minute. Just go – it's better that one of us at least survives this mess."
"Never," the paladin growled, redoubling his efforts to roll the barrel away. "I...will not...let you die."
"Nor shall I," a smooth voice behind them said, as Tamri faded into sight. The mage focused all his power on the keg, and immediately time slowed. The rocking and sinking of the boat had all but ceased, and the howling of the monster and the sailors was strangely muffled. Then, Tamri shot a burst of flame from his hands, which blew the keg apart but also ignited the entire hall in a blaze of magic fire.
"Quickly, the Time Warp will only last a matter of seconds. We must get away from here," Tamri urged them, his power now spent, weaving slightly from side to side.
"Thank you," Farlin whispered, and he knew the elf had heard him. He scooped the injured Jared up from the ground, slung him over his shoulder and ran at breakneck speed for the deck, Tamri by his side. When they emerged into the open air Farlin could see the true effect of the elf's magic – everyone else was moving at normal speed, but they were going much faster. That wasn't going to help them, though, as Tamri's magic was moving at the same speed as they were, and the fire had now spread to the deck, or what was left of it. A few planks remained in place, but the deck was nearly vertical now, as the ship tilted dangerously.
"Now or never," the elf whispered. Farlin looked at him, nodded and as one they dived off the side of the ship, just as the Time Warp ended and the ship collapsed, burning wood crackling and hissing in the water as the monster devoured it. They landed in the water with a splash, and Farlin lost his grip on Jared, who was now unconscious. He swam down to grab the sinking body and pulled the both of them to the surface. From under the water he could see the nature of the beast – it was a huge, scaly monster with a gaping mouth into which the ship was disappearing. He shuddered and broke the surface, sodden and freezing.
Glancing to his left, he saw Tamri shaking water from his eyes, and Jared was floating next to him, his eyes shut and his face pale. Willing him not to die, Farlin cast a spell of healing on him, which returned some colour to his face, but he was aware that without the proper treatment, his friend may still not survive. Tamri motioned with his head and dived back under the water, indicating that Farlin do the same.
As he plunged back beneath the surface, Farlin was greeted by a horrifying scene. Hundreds of naga flooded the remains of the wreck, plucking off men and slithering away with them to their vile dens, while some brave souls valiantly fought them off from the wreck of the ship. The monster had all but disappeared back into the sand. Tamri motioned him downwards, and trusting the elf completely he descended, bringing Jared with him. He was aware that, unconscious, Jared would not last as long as he without a breath, and so he pushed himself to his limits.
Tamri ducked to his left, and Farlin saw an opening to a small cavern below him. He swam down and under the overhanging rocks, and gratefully broke the surface of the waters, dragging Jared's heavy form with him. Sputtering, he pulled the paladin onto the dark sand, and fell next to him, gasping for breath, amazed that they had both survived. Tamri was on all fours, coughing up water by the bucketload on the other side of the cave. Farlin picked up the bedraggled form of Jared and, ripping off his armour, placed him in the driest place in the centre of the cave. He had a long, deep cut on his leg, and was pale from blood loss and shock. The heavy keg that had been trapping his friend has clearly done some severe damage, and it looked like the monster's tentacles had injected him with a poison as he moaned and twisted, his face scrunched in pain.
Farlin knew he could do nothing while he was so exhausted, and it pained him feeling so powerless. Though he knew mages had no healing powers, he was almost relying on Tamri to tell him what to do. But the elf had enough of his own problems – in coming back for them, he had used up a lot of his power, and was struggling to keep his mind working. Farlin summoned the last of his strength and called a guardian spirit to watch over Jared while he slept. As he dropped to all fours beside his friend, a single tear rolled down his cheek as he prayed to the Light for Jared's survival.
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