(Has Teddy mentioned she's never fucking seen the ocean until relatively recently? She has? Oh.)
It's only briefly, wryly through her mind, along with a brief and also not half aquatic?; neither of which is entirely fair. But also, it's pretty shit to be alone: meanwhile Nanaue is starting to just eat the thing, while Achilles cuts through the water -- right, mom was a sea goddess or something -- and starts to climb the kraken-like thing. The water, already churned up into a foam with the leviathan's attempt to take them all down with it if nothing else, has gone from dark to crimson with fresh blood.
It makes them want to gag, the blood the ocean's turned into, this giant, weirdly beautiful, awful thing being hacked apart and consumed alive. It doesn't put them at cross purposes, not really -- they are logically well aware it has to be fought off for both them and the Tertiary Settlement to survive; and it's not a choice, at this point: it will drown them if that's all it can do. But it is terrible.
Teddy tries to recalibrate, row the skiff back a little further away. If he isn't going to be able to deter Nanaue or Achilles from getting themself right into danger, maybe they need to just be -- alive at the end of this.
That's when they see the sharks. Circling like vultures, fins they've seen in movies, dark shadows in the water slimmer and smaller than Nanaue, feeding on scraps. Teddy's song stills completely along with their breath. (It should be working better, should be urging them to work in more awareness together: maybe it's just not strong enough to fight a shark's feeding frenzy, or maybe they're not thinking hard enough about teamwork and the setting of a whaling song is exactly what they all are, after all, doing--)
One of them dives right under the skiff, fast, but the bump that nearly unseats Teddy isn't its goal: it's making a wide loop to swim straight at the leviathan at full speed. It's right under where Achilles is scaling the thing's trunk to, presumably, get to his spear. The thing might be trying just to injure the leviathan further, but it doesn't really matter. If Achilles is dislodged, if he were to fall -- in this blood bath, with the sharks -- it wouldn't matter at all who his mother was or how much swimming he's done.
"Achilles - stay still!" she calls, on her feet and narrowing her focus, taking a breath. And then she throws the big knife with all her might, and prays to whoever's listening.
It flies forward, flipping over and burying itself in the shark's body, like an ax into a tree. The shark flails backward and forward, crashing with slightly less momentum into the leviathan, but the knife doesn't unseat; the movement only sends new blood into the water.
The other sharks turn, drawn; the wounded one dives, but they rise snapping and writhing at each other a little distance away. Teddy does a tired thank you gesture at the sky and dives back to the oars, trying to get the boat between the sharks and his teammates.
"Let's try one about getting back on a boat," she mutters in tired wryness, trying to focus on Nanaue and Achilles, on knowing they do want to help her help them, on them aiding each other; on all working towards getting this done with. She leans into rowing to the beat. The tingle she's felt with the power before registers at the edge of sensation as they lift their voice into the wind. Rise again, rise again! Let her name not be lost to the knowledge of men...
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It's only briefly, wryly through her mind, along with a brief and also not half aquatic?; neither of which is entirely fair. But also, it's pretty shit to be alone: meanwhile Nanaue is starting to just eat the thing, while Achilles cuts through the water -- right, mom was a sea goddess or something -- and starts to climb the kraken-like thing. The water, already churned up into a foam with the leviathan's attempt to take them all down with it if nothing else, has gone from dark to crimson with fresh blood.
It makes them want to gag, the blood the ocean's turned into, this giant, weirdly beautiful, awful thing being hacked apart and consumed alive. It doesn't put them at cross purposes, not really -- they are logically well aware it has to be fought off for both them and the Tertiary Settlement to survive; and it's not a choice, at this point: it will drown them if that's all it can do. But it is terrible.
Teddy tries to recalibrate, row the skiff back a little further away. If he isn't going to be able to deter Nanaue or Achilles from getting themself right into danger, maybe they need to just be -- alive at the end of this.
That's when they see the sharks. Circling like vultures, fins they've seen in movies, dark shadows in the water slimmer and smaller than Nanaue, feeding on scraps. Teddy's song stills completely along with their breath. (It should be working better, should be urging them to work in more awareness together: maybe it's just not strong enough to fight a shark's feeding frenzy, or maybe they're not thinking hard enough about teamwork and the setting of a whaling song is exactly what they all are, after all, doing--)
One of them dives right under the skiff, fast, but the bump that nearly unseats Teddy isn't its goal: it's making a wide loop to swim straight at the leviathan at full speed. It's right under where Achilles is scaling the thing's trunk to, presumably, get to his spear. The thing might be trying just to injure the leviathan further, but it doesn't really matter. If Achilles is dislodged, if he were to fall -- in this blood bath, with the sharks -- it wouldn't matter at all who his mother was or how much swimming he's done.
"Achilles - stay still!" she calls, on her feet and narrowing her focus, taking a breath. And then she throws the big knife with all her might, and prays to whoever's listening.
It flies forward, flipping over and burying itself in the shark's body, like an ax into a tree. The shark flails backward and forward, crashing with slightly less momentum into the leviathan, but the knife doesn't unseat; the movement only sends new blood into the water.
The other sharks turn, drawn; the wounded one dives, but they rise snapping and writhing at each other a little distance away. Teddy does a tired thank you gesture at the sky and dives back to the oars, trying to get the boat between the sharks and his teammates.
"Let's try one about getting back on a boat," she mutters in tired wryness, trying to focus on Nanaue and Achilles, on knowing they do want to help her help them, on them aiding each other; on all working towards getting this done with. She leans into rowing to the beat. The tingle she's felt with the power before registers at the edge of sensation as they lift their voice into the wind.
Rise again, rise again!
Let her name not be lost to the knowledge of men...