Those nimble nautical nuisances

[Bamm]

The ship was sinking the sounds of battle, cries and splashing as orcs abandoned ship rang out  Arkail had been below decks working on the wards he had placed on his mind to keep himself right crossed legged and both hands at his temple weaving arcane into it. He couldn’t break from it the wards were continually broken andrequired full concentration he only needed a few more moments.


CRASH

The hull to the left handside of him shattered sending shards of wood into his direction. The force sending him flying instinctively shield himself with his left arms  his arm peppered by shards, but catching himself from hitting one of the ships internal walls by weaving a quick translocation spell with his right hand blinking him across the deck and bringing him to mere inches from the wall. He let out a guttural low gasp of pain as his left arm exploded in pain and agony. He needed to get out he had to get out the ship was sinking now water pouring in. Why hadn’t he fully noticed that? His warding spells would be the death of him.  Arkail took a sharp intake of breath and with his right hand waved it over his left hand and arm hovering up most of the shards, slipping from his skin in quick succession discarding them in the same movement another gasp of pain for which Arkail felt he’d nearly pass out.

He had to get out. The rattle in the base of skull “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkkillllll” faintly whispered up and around his neck and ears. The sounds of battle still raging Ark had to get out.  Arkail began weaving a portal spell dangerous stupid reckless and most likely useless. A knife sprung to his hand from inside his robe a black knife and he began carving into the deck his bleeding left hand filling it with arcane energy. He tugged at the ley lines concentrated on a location, any location calculating the energy needed to get there. His fingers moving in odd patterns his hands waving and weaving a flash of arcane energy sent a shockwave Arkail was gone.

Arkail was falling the ground was rushing to meet him.

Crash

Arkail hit the ground hard, it was wet and muddy and he skidded and rolled as he did. Arkail hit the ground so hard it knocked the wind from his lungs laying face down in mud, a moment passed an Arkail used his arms to lift himself from the muddy earth it was raining. The heavens themselves had opened a deluge of water. Arkail took several deep breaths.

“Well well well?!”
A voice lean and sharp echoed
“Looky look what we, we got ‘ere then. Capt’n will wants to t-talk to yous eh, eh?”  Followed by  an equally sharp and lean cackle.
Arkail managed to crane his head to turn to the voice, but a pistol whip cut short his endevor

Everything went black