The captain froze for a moment before setting the sword upon his desk to begin cleaning the blood and gore from it’s blade. “Ye do know why we’re in this specific waters, do ye not?”
“This sword be the Blade of the Betrayer. The blade of our goddess, the Queen of the black coast, the very same blade that legend says came from a lost isle.“He caressed the blade with his cloth lovingly, “…well, a collection of isles to be exact. The exact isles we be sailin’ to.”
“These isles be our heading’?”
“Aye. And if such a beauty be there, just imagine what else might be in store for us?” The man held the blade up to inspect it, “If we manage ta claim da bounty in these isles, the name of the Black Corsair’s will ring out across the sea’s as one to be feared. No one could stand against us!”
The sailor grinned, his teeth a collection of broken, yellowed bones, “Aye capn’! And then-” before his sentence could finish, the boat rocked violently, knocking the two off their feet and against the starboard side of the cabin. The sword clattered to the ground.
The two men dashed outside. However, as they breached the open, the air nearly whipped them off their feet. The captain gripped the side post as he tried to make sense of the commotion and steady himself. Beside their ship, where the Stygian vessel had been, planks of wood were being ripped off the bones of the ship by the wind directly. He used his free hand to shield his eyes and he gazed up at the sky. Puffs of violet and sickeningly black clouds swirled above the vessels, carrying high powered winds which lifted the sailors straight up into the sky, and into the black abyss.
He looked over at his first mate who screamed something inaudibly towards him before being carried off into the abyss of the sky. The captain grit his teeth, only managing to hang on against it’s sheer power, before a solid piece of wood snapped away from his own vessel and slammed into his vision.
…everything went black…