It’s been a while since the crew has assembled, and we get orders to meet at Mumbleport City. It’s a pretty big city,and we all meet up at a tavern by a wharf. Included in our orders are rank changes – trading in the Army rank of Sergeant to the naval rank of Petty Officer. We have two days until we report to the troop ship “DragonTurtle” – tomorrow is a rare day all to our selves. Of course, I spend part of it working – barely. Sure, I spend time having drinks, but I’m also checking the shoreline and wharves. There are a lot of short stays – many the same: offloading of troops, replenishing of supplies, and returning to sea. Mostly see soldiers, but there’s also a fair amount of Marines. And while most of these vessels are barge-like transports, ours has a deep-V hull – a true seafaring vessel.
When we board, we’re given a place to hang hammocks – we’re living large. Most other others – it’ really just us and 40 Marines – just sleep on the deck or in the hold.
We awake the next morning to a ship no longer moving. Since the air is dead calm, Tmolus volunteers us for rowing duty. That’s a hard shift – when it’s over, we’re pretty exhausted. We get to rest a bit, but then there’s a sudden jolt – what, this far out, could we possibly have hit?
Well, what I should have asked was “What, this far out, has hit us?”
I don’t have to wait long to get an answer – I see a great green coil. Perhaps this monstrous sea serpent is the very Jörmungandr that I’ve heard the Northmen speak of? It has a head the size of wagon which it ferociously swipes across the deck before taking a few men with it under the surface. I climb up to the crow’s nest as fast as possible and cast Hunter’s Mark on the great serpent. I notice the rest of my team has been busy – it already has large smoking wound!
Despite the size of the target, its jarring hits on the vessel are throwing me off – I’m sadly only hitting about half the time. It bolts away – perhaps we’ve done enough to discourage it from making a meal of the rest of us! Alas, no. It turns and charges at ship.
Right before contact, it dives at the last moment and swims under. I take a good hold of the mast, keeping my eyes peeled. Its giant head lands on the deck on the other side, taking out more people. Instead of becoming disheartened, Zalaz inspires us, and it seems that was just what I needed. I land two devastatingly placed arrows in a row into the serpent and Robin follows up with a harpoon shot from the ballista. It dives and after a few unnerving minutes we assume that it has sought a meal that doesn’t bite back.
The remaining people on the ship take stock of damages and injuries, and tend to them. Eventually we sleep. We’ll likely need our strength for another rowing shift tomorrow since we’re now moving slower due to damage to the ship.
Session Date: 07/31/2017
Title Source: Mastodon – Sea Beast