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Open The Great Flood (AKA another Zelda RPG.)

Ruka glanced up at the approaching ring of rocks that signified Weeping Mother Isle. A little to the left of the ship, but she could make it.

She didn't know exactly why she was going there, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Perhaps she could get aid from a fairy or two while she was there. That was, if they really existed. She gripped the steering wheel of the boat and turned it about 30 degrees to the left - the direction she would need to go in.

"Turn to port..." she muttered to herself. Hopefully she would also be able to stock up on supplies when she got there, so to avoid the prices in the shops on Windfell. She still hadn't quite earned back what she'd lost the last time. Ripoff artists, she thought.
 
Mica was sitting on the railing of the ship, her ship, and singing loudly. She had often been told that her singing voice was beautiful, but almost as many people said she sounded like a dying whale. Not that it mattered anymore, she was alone. With the sails open, she was going where ever the wind carried the ship, not caring where she was. She guessed that she was somewhere between Weeping Mother isle and Windfell island, but again it didn't matter. The Zora looked around casually for any other ships nearby, then returned to the song.
 
Eric soon got the price, and paid for the items. He put them in his pack, then flew off to another part of Windfell, looking for a particular item.

"Come on, where is it? God KNOWS there are more than enough Chu's to make potions from... Ah, there it is!" he said excitedly as he landed in front of a potion shop.
 
Tiravs watched as a he neared a ship, which was turning to face him. He smiled faintly, and gave a wave from his place at his tiller...before his hand went down to quietly grip the bow that lay, strung, on the bench next to him, and his other hand gently released the tillar to venture to the quiver strapped to his hip...just in case.

"
 
Lita smirked. First catch of the day. "Load the cannons."

"Yes captain!" One of her crewmates yelled. Lita looked back at the ship and drew her sword.

"I believe I smell treasure... and my nose lies not." Lita was fully ready for battle as The Light of Dawn drew up to this other ship.
 
Tiravs, watching the other ship loading their cannons, gulped. Making sure that his sails could catch as much breeze as possible, he carefully adjusted the tillar. Luckilly, the small ship was quite swift, so he might be able to throw off thier aim by making a wild unpredicatlbe course. With a quick prayer to the goddesses, his hand tensed on his tillar.

"...This isn't going to end well, is it?" he asked the empty air.
 
Starr faintly noticed a flat flicker of a shadow on the horizon, and, making sure not to get too excited and stop focusing on the ship, willed it to start sailing northeast. Unfortunately, in his zen-like state, he noticed the seagull swooping down on him only a second too late. He screamed as he rose up into the air, feeling sharp teeth shredding through his legs. As he was sucked deeper into the beast's mouth, he could see his ship quickly breaking up into nothing but planks of wood below him. He struggled to free his hands, and as soon as they were free he plunged them into his robe and removed a Helmaroc feather and some iron ore. He plunged his hands back through the teeth and let go of them, hoping against all hope that the two would make contact. Indeed, a few seconds later a colossal fireball erupted inside the seagull, and though most of Starr's body was scalded, the seagull let go, and Starr fell back towards the water.

Starr nearly passed out from the fall alone, and felt immense pain as he hit the ocean surface and saltwater seeped into his wounds. He lifted himself onto one of the planks that hadn't drifted too far out of reach and collapsed onto it, his blood already starting to soak into the wood. He tried to stifle his tears as he realized, with his ship destroyed and him on the brink of death, that he probably wouldn't find his sister any time soon. He wouldn't have cast a healing spell on himself even if he could move his arms. He tried to look at the bright side of things. For one, he seemed to be drifting towards Greatfish Isle...! Sighing, he decided that it wasn't a good idea to look at the bright side of things. "Well," he joked, trying to cheer himself up, "when and if I get another ship, I'll fire a cannonball at every seagull I see."
 
Eric landed and took out three bottles, all empty. "Please fill them with green potion, red potion, and blue potion, please!" he asked as he placed a bunch of Rupees on the counter, already knowing the price, as he has come here before. He quickly got the bottles filled and placed them in his bag, along with his cloak. He then flew to a metal workshop, purchased some ore, some coal, a new smithing hammer (?), and a whetting stone. He then walked to his last stop, as his bag was now too heavy to fly with, and purchased some food to restock the ship with. He asked them to bring the food to the port, as he had enough to carry as it is, and placed fifty extra rupees on the counter.

He soon arrived back at the ship and, with a heavier bag and lighter wallet, began to unload his supplies in the workshop on his ship. Soon, the food was delivered, and he brought it to the store room. He grabbed the only perishable he bought - an apple - and, after breaking it in half, bit into one half of it, savouring the juicy flavour. He quickly finished the half he was eating, and brought the other half to a small group of Minish living in one of the few cabins on the ship. After this, he went to the deck and laid on it, wings spread. He sighed. "I wonder if I will find the answer to this flooding?" he asked himself before dozing off in the warm sunlight.
 
((Loooong post warning.))

Nemik was lost.

Sighing, he pulled his telescope out from his belt. In actuality it was just a rolled-up leaf, but he liked to pretend it worked. He looked around the sea, but saw no islands, no ships, just some annoying seagulls.

Sighing frustratedly, he jumped down the trapdoor and searched through his spellbook again. Soon enough he found what he was looking for: Artificial Echolocation. He ran a finger down the page, took the necessary ingredients from the various compartments at the bottom of the chest, and climbed back onto he desk.

"Step one: Smear the juice of a ripe iceberry on the ground in front of you or your vehicle, and use it to draw a broad cross shape."

He crushed the white fruit between his hands and shivered as the freezing juice came into contact with his skin. He dribbled some onto the deck, and used his fingers to shape it into a cross.

"Step two: Place a large, empty jar, lid off, in the centre of the cross."

Nemik emptied the remaining Iceberries from their jar and placed the container in the correct position.

"Step three: Create a funnel in the neck of the jar."

Following the illustration by the side of the instructions, Nemik took a leaf and rolled it into a funnel shape, thin at one end and wide at the other, and shoved that into the jar, broad end up.

"Step four: Cover your hands in juice from the same berry, and wait."

He sat down, hands cold and sticky from the juice, and waited.

And waited.

Soon, a large gust of wind passed the boat, whistling inside the jar and ruffling the sails above him.

Then it happened.

All the wind that had had entered the jar rushed out in a circle of fast-moving air, which rippled across the sea from horizon to horizon. A few seconds later, it returned, a reverse-shockwave of wind, which rattled the jar and -

Nemik received a sudden vision. He could see for miles in every direction, he could see islands, boats, even the odd monster. But one thing troubled him.

A Minish, floating in the sea on a broken plank of wood.

All thought of Weeping Mother's Isle gone, he packed away the spell and turned the ship in the direction of the stranded Minish.
 
"Hmm!" Lita hummed, puffing her chest up. "Fire!" She shouted. The crew members lit the fuses on the cannons, then a loud BOOM filled the air as the cannonballs made their ways towards the small ship. She noticed teh ship zigzagging around.

"Screw this," Lita muttered, and ran the the wheel. She rotated it several times in the direction of the other ship.

"See how you like iron balls," she muttered to herself. "Reload and fire at will!"
 
Ruka glanced around as she slowed the ship. She could see the sharp incline of the rocks now as she approached it, and figured she would've crashed had she kept going at that speed. But something off it the northeast had caught her eye. It looked like a ship off on the horizon, but maybe it was just a trick of the light.

"Hm..."
 
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Tiravs Swore as he violently zig zagged out of the way of approuching iron balls. Letting go of the tillar for the briefest of moments, he drew an arrow from his quiver and fired it at the person manning the cannons, before grasping the tillar again and making a swift right turn to avoid another projectile.
 
(Uh, Zora of Termina, the wall still surrounds Weeping Mother's Isle...it's not exactly as tall and impossible to get over as it was in WW, but you'd still need to be a pretty good climber to get inside and see the fairies and such.)
 
((Well how was I supposed to know that? Just pretend I was talking about a really tall ring of rocks then. :] *edits*
And for God's sake don't call me by my full username if you don't have to. Just call me Zora like everyone else does.))
 
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After buying the sails, she went back to her ship. The removed the old tattered sails and replaced them with the new, tough sails. She bought some food, arrows and tradeable items, then went back and loaded her boat. She decided to try heading for Weeping Mother's Isle. She would then head for Greatfish, to trade away some of the items unavailable there; then Fairy's Forest, then for new lands(at least a 7-hour trip within the known sea)
 
After about half of an hour of full-speed sailing, Nemik saw what looked like wreckage of a ship floating nearby. He cast his vision across the splintered planks and saw a face, a Minish-sized face, bobbed above the water with one of the planks.

He navigated the ship over to the stranded Minish and quickly untied the grass rope from underneath the trapdoor. He threw it overboard. "Grab onto it!" he shouted.
 
"Hm?" Starr muttered. Somebody had yelled, apparently to him, "Grab onto it!", though he was unable to turn his head to look. "Uh, sorry, but I really can't move at all. I think most of my muscles must have been torn in half or something." Starr replied, cringing with the effort of moving his mouth.
 
(By the way, all of Lita's crew are female.)

Lita noticed a crew member become wounded in the arm, so Lita walked up to her and said, "I'll help with that." She pulled the arrow out- Despite her friend's moanings of pain- and quickly tore off a peice of the member's shirt for a makeshift bandage.

"That'll do, I think," Lita told her. "Keep manning your post if you wish, Sasrie, or go belowdecks and allow Mariah to tend to you."

Sasrie nodded and stayed at her post. Lita really would have expected her to go belowdecks, but perhaps that was because her crew was afraid of her.

I can see why, she thought. They aren't familiar with such endurence and toughness. Not to mention we're pirates. Lita smirked at that last part. "That ship is fast. The three of you, see if you can speed up loading and firing a little. Sasrie, I'll excuse you from that because of your arm."

"Yes, captain," the three of them acknowledge in unison.
 
"Oh goddesses of a land long past, aid me in this my time of need, and let your gentle winds speed me away from bloodshed..." Tiravs quickly prayed, before an iron ball landed behind his ship.

"This is riddiculous! How can they think I have anything valuable?! This ships pretty much only big enough to store a little bit of food and water, along with me!" he mumbled to himself. "Either that, or they're all drunk..." he mumbled, turning that possiblilty over in his mind, before drawing his bow again, and taking a quick shot at another pirate. He couldn't help but notice that they were all female.
 
Ohayou, bored of waiting for Eric, walked along the docks until he saw the telltale bright, horribly exaggerated ship.
He walked silently on deck and saw Eric sleeping.

Ohayou facepalmed, and without thought, began to rearrange the things on his cabin.
 
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