In Service - Chapter 1

[Okiba]

((as becuase i will be taking a break for work purposes, i decided to write up a story to coincide with my departure and return, for now folks you can have the starting chapter, and the rest when i get back in eight weeks! i've also added some backing music to match the scene, so do click the links for youtube as they come up!))

In Service - chapter 1

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Jingo gripped the blankets closer, hugging them desperatly for some sort of warmth, some sort of shield against the searching fingers of the cold. his hands ached with frostbite, his ear's burned with the howling winds, the Sea was cruel to the Young Troll's senses.

Opening his tightly clenched eye-lids, he poked his head around the fur's and blankets, Surveying the scene beyond. he himself sat huddled in a ball between two bound barrels, the stairs from the main deck to the upper deck of the corsair shielding his front. If it wasnt for the slit's between the steps he would of been protected from the bitter salt wind's of the ocean storm. the deck was bare, most the crew of the vessel had retreated below deck to begin ceaselly rowing in earnest, or tied themselves to the mast for safety. All the while the captain clung and fought with the wheel above, the stubborn Blood elf refusing to let his vessel spin out of control.

The occasional lightning strike to starboard illuminated the darkness beyond the vessel's decks. vast rising waves, sinking and rising with ferocious force, many crashing into and over the corsair's hull. The storm had come from the far south of kalimdor and caught them in its rush north, some hundred miles east of tanaris.

They'd already lost one Kor'kron grunt who had misplaced his footing to a giant wave, swept into the Raging ocean without a hope. Jingo was adamant he would not go down the same path, and would remain safely tucked away in this little corner, Safe knowing he'd tied his foot to the base of the ladders.
The Lightning, despite the troll being a shaman, brought a shudder to his tanned green skin, but nothing compared to the rolling noise of Thunder. The rolling Beat of drums across the sky made his heart skip a beat. He'd always been afraid of storms.

Jingo shuddered, scrunching his eyes together a moment to clear his vision, peering out again over the deck, searching for the companion he'd 'Aquired' during the expedition, if somewhat reluctantly. All it took was the illumination From the next lightning strike to allow him to spot the Renegade who had tormented the Korkron commander.

The flash of light faded, but the shape of the orc was still visible, his muscular shoulders and arms fixed into grips while his body faced north, out to sea. His left hand gripped upward, holding tight the lower rope from the Headsail, while his right hand hung loose at his side holding an ancient war-blade.

Jingo licked his lips, tasting the bitter salted skin as he adjusted his gaze. The blademasters behaviour had always been odd, especially stood at the very forward end of the vessel, meeting the storm head on no less. His way's were insane, no doubt.

"out o'ya mind old Wolf orc... out'a ya mind..."

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The Bow of the ship suddenly rose, Jingo felt his body move backward with gravity as the forward end aimed upward... then came crashing down. A giant of a wave crashing across the bow, straight through where the Blademaster had stood. it Took a good minute before the corsair righted itself to the usual rough rythem of the smaller waves. Oar's had stopped moving during the dive, only to be restarted...

"Heave! Heave! Heave!" came the cry from below decks, a cruel dark voice echoed.

It Could also be said the Troll was Relieved that the Old Orc hadnt been swept away, his solid grip ensuring he hadnt moved an inch from his watch point. The old wolf, as jingo had come to call him, was dripping no less from the constant crashing waves and driving rain, though he stood bare chested and wore only a pair of leather pants with side plates and sandalds for his feet. His body was a maze of scar's, and hair a long braided length, much like his beard.

Jingo followed the Gaze of the orc north, to a small spec of gold and the visage of aprting clouds far off on the horizon. Krogon had fought relentlessly through this expedition with only a cold exterior and calculative mind for company. Atleast now he showed he had his eyes on tommorow, and the Return home. they had story's to tell.

The Sun in Silithus had been cruel, and the time away long, but The Wolf was Sailing back to his pack... a Storm at his back.