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The storm had walloped the Hide soundly, and she was still reeling from the beating. Finn was rather caught off guard with how upset he was seeing the Hide battered about so violently. There was a certain invulnerability he had ascribed to her, and... well. But on another level, he had a newfound fear of nature. Shrews, you could stab. But the gale? She came and took what she wanted, and none could protest. It was terrifying feeling so powerless.
But she came through, thanks to the efforts of the crew. And despite his young age, Finn had pulled every bit as hard as the older members of the crew. Soaked to the bone, Finn barely stopped working for over 36 hours. Reality had come to collect it's due. A fever seized him that afternoon, sapping his strength. By nightfall, he'd stopped to tuck himself between some supplies and the railing, just to rest for a moment. The punishment for sleeping on watch was severe, but he had no intention of shutting his eyes.
Sleep, however, took him involuntarily.
"Finn... ...Finn!"
"C-cap'n! Sir! I wasn't sleepin'!"
"Course y'weren't. But I have need of y'boyo. Get rid of all the black tar on th'Hide!"
"S-sir?"
In his fever dream, Captain Gyles pointed to the horizon, where a wave of black tar swept over the sky. Finn gawked in horror as it blotted out the sun, and began to crash down over the Hide. It knocked him flat on the deck, crushing him beneath a tremendous weight. He struggled, but found gallons of tar black as night had glued him to the deck. If he didn't escape soon, he'd suffocate.
In the real world, Finn thrashed against the supplies feverishly, struggling as he became tangled up in some tarred rigging.
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But she came through, thanks to the efforts of the crew. And despite his young age, Finn had pulled every bit as hard as the older members of the crew. Soaked to the bone, Finn barely stopped working for over 36 hours. Reality had come to collect it's due. A fever seized him that afternoon, sapping his strength. By nightfall, he'd stopped to tuck himself between some supplies and the railing, just to rest for a moment. The punishment for sleeping on watch was severe, but he had no intention of shutting his eyes.
Sleep, however, took him involuntarily.
"Finn... ...Finn!"
"C-cap'n! Sir! I wasn't sleepin'!"
"Course y'weren't. But I have need of y'boyo. Get rid of all the black tar on th'Hide!"
"S-sir?"
In his fever dream, Captain Gyles pointed to the horizon, where a wave of black tar swept over the sky. Finn gawked in horror as it blotted out the sun, and began to crash down over the Hide. It knocked him flat on the deck, crushing him beneath a tremendous weight. He struggled, but found gallons of tar black as night had glued him to the deck. If he didn't escape soon, he'd suffocate.
In the real world, Finn thrashed against the supplies feverishly, struggling as he became tangled up in some tarred rigging.
@Amnesty Greysoul
