Okay! Done! Here's what Imma post!
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Aboard the Seawolf…It was night out in the middle of the ocean. Ducky and Buddy were up in the pilothouse of the
Seawolf with Buddy at the helm. Not that his (first) mate Ducky wanted him there – it’s just that he had cried like a little baby every time she tried to take the wheel from him. He cries a lot, in fact.
Ducky squinted her eyes as she stared out through the glass into the dark, moonless night; all she could see was darkness. “Bude, do you know where we’re going?”
“Of course I know where we’re going!” Buddy replied, smiling. “I’m a guy! I have a great natural sense of direction!”
Ducky shook her head, still not convinced. “Maybe we should pull over and ask for directions or something.”
“Ducky, we’re out in the middle of the ocean!” Bude cried. “Where am I supposed to stop for directions? Oh yes, lemme just pull right over and ask that dolphin over there!”
Ducky looked at him and scowled. “Well, are we at least heading in the right direction? What does the compass say?”
Bude grinned, tapping the compass next to the wheel proudly. “It says we’re going the right way!”
Ducky looked down at said compass. It was pointing to the ‘W’.
“…Babe,” she said simply. “We’re supposed to be going south.”
“We’re going the right way!” Buddy repeated. “The compass says so!”
“It says we’re going west!”
Buddy paused. He glanced down at the compass, then back up at Ducky, a little confused. “…Is that what the ‘W’ means?”
Ducky blinked. “What did you think it meant?”
“…Right. As in, ‘Wright direction’?”
Ducky shook her head slowly, squinting at him as she tried to find the ‘wright’ words. “…Do you even know how to
spell ‘right’?”
“Pssh!” Buddy turned back to staring out at the pitch-black ocean. After a few seconds, “Pssssh! I think it’s pretty obvious that I don’t!”
“Okay, you know? Gimmie that wheel!” Ducky reached over and tried to take control of the helm, pushing Buddy out of the way.
“No!” Buddy shouldered her back, fighting for his position as captain of the ship. “No, it’s my wheel!” he whined baby-like, pushing Ducky. “It’s my wheel and I wanna drive! I wanna drive!!”
“You don’t know where you’re going and you’ve been steering in the wrong direction this entire time! I got a 27 on the ACT – I should be the one steering!” Ducky grunted, throwing her shoulder into Buddy and trying to shove him off the wheel.
“The ACT doesn’t test you on ship-steering!” Bude replied, standing his ground. The two pushed back and forth, dead-locked in the battle of the wheel, each with two hands on the helm and each determined to take total control of it.
“Bude, I’m not gonna tell you again!” Ducky shouted, straining with all her might and weight to launch her mini
coup-de-tat. “GIVE. ME. THE. WHEE— LOOK OUT!!!”
At that moment, two things happened: First, Bude looked up just in time to see a gigantic iceberg bearing down on the ship. Second, Ducky tackled Buddy to the ground, turning the wheel as she did so to just barely avoid hitting the iceberg head-on.
As the two of them hit the floor, the ship made a sudden, sharp turn – but not sudden or sharp enough. The ship shook and a loud “EEEEEEEEKKKK!!” filled the air as the side of the
Seawolf scrapped against the iceberg. Several seconds passed with the ship shaking and the loud painful screeching sound filling the air. Finally, it passed as the ship made it past the iceberg and continued on, leaving the mysteriously-placed iceberg behind it.
The two were immediately on the feet, with Buddy retaking the wheel and Ducky not bothering to contest it, their earlier fight seemingly forgotten.
“Are we alright?!” Ducky cried, panic taking over on her face. “How much damage did it do?!”
“Shhh!” The two were suddenly quiet, with Buddy listening intently for the sound of any serious damage. After a few seconds, Buddy began to breath again. “Well, maybe we’re okay…”
But no sooner had he said that than a giant “BOOOOM!!” rocked the ship; the two were thrown forward, nearly off their feet, as the ship shook for a second time. However, this time, it remained leaning slightly forward, with the frontal part of the ship sitting lower in the water than the back, causing the entire ship to slant downwards towards the front and the two humans in the pilothouse to have to stand on a slant.
“Okay!” Buddy shouted over the loud sound of the ship crying as it began to sink. “Just stay calm! This might all be perfectly normal!”
Ducky’s eyes were bulging out of her head with something of a mixture of shock, worry, and fear. “Bude, I think we’re starting to take on water!” she cried loudly, her voice full of panic. “Hurry up and use the radio to call for help!”
“Oh yeah,
now you want me to use the radio!” Buddy shouted in response. “Earlier it was all, ‘Oh Bude, don’t use the radio! Bude, get off the radio! Stop playing around with the radio, Bude! Stop calling people, Bude!’ No, but now you have no problem with me using the radio!”
“Yes, now I don’t have a problem with you using the radio!” the girl cried. “Now that we’re sinking and in the middle an emergency, I have no problem at all with you using the radio!”
“Pssh! You know what? You’re just a hypocrite!”
Ducky picked up the handset for the radio – shaped much like the receiver of a telephone – and shoved it in Buddy’s face, here eyes wide and her teeth grit angrily. “CALL THEM!” she growled fiercely, turning in one sudden swoop from a docile kitten to an angry tiger.
Buddy gave a whimper, shrinking down and giving in easily to Ducky’s demands as he took the phone. “Yes, ma’am.”
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So... does it look good? And yes, I know it's long. That's just sorta how I am. -__-;;
Just tell me when to post it so as to fit it into the story. I dun wanna interrupt the flow or anything.
Thankees. ^_^;[/glow]
