Captain Bloodknuckle stood upon deck of The Stygian Bounty, a blank look on his face as he glanced between Krelle, Nerrok, and the rest of his crew. He and his crew had been ordered to patrol this particular shipping lane, keeping Vashj'ir clear for Horde ships to come and go at their whim. They'd ran into problems, however. Alliance were an issue of course, but that wasn't the biggest of their worries at the moment. The local wildlife had proven to be more of a nuisance, and two ships in his fleet had already been devoured by the monsterously huge sea creature that he'd sent help for. A legion of underwater-geared Kor'Kron and the heaviest artilliery they could carry would have sufficed, he wagered. But instead, Orgrimmar sent him...This.
The tiny undead was pulling papers out of a folder, producing a pen with which for him to sign them. Nerrok was on the edge of the deck peering into the water, stripped down to his skivvies and doing stretching excercises like he was getting ready for a pick-up basketball game.
"...I fail to see the logic behind this", Bloodknuckle deadpanned, blinking repeatedly as Krelle shuffled through the papers, pinning them to a clipboard and offering them to him. "I sent a missive for aid to deal with a gigantic sea monster. A ship-swallowing, man-inhaling sea monster. It's a shark. Five times the size of the ship underneath your very feet. And they send...You two?", he inquires, dumbstruck, taking the clipboard though he isn't sure what to do with it...His eyes widening momentarily to the size of beach balls when he sees the rediculous amount of gold coming out of Orgrimmar coffers to pay these two for coming out here.
"Yes, sir", he Krelle replied, slightly annoyed. He must be new, she thought. "I heard you the first seven times you mentioned it, Captain. Initial here, here, here, here and here, and sign here, please", the small Forsaken directed, pointing at each space she mentioned with a finger, clicking the pen and handing it over, too. The orc shook his head slowly, following her instructions. He was at a loss to do anything else, handing the pen and clipboard back.
Nerrok reached down into a diving bag, extracting a pair of goggles and a rebreathing mask, sliding both over his head and securing them in place. Next came a set of diving weights, clicking the belt they were on around his waist. Other than that he carried nothing else besides a harpoon gun with one shot, a large-bladed hunting knife and a bandolier of grenades. He glanced at his gnomish water-proof wrist watch before looking over his shoulder at the rest of those on the deck. "Clear day. You can almost see down to the bottom. Pretty sure I caught it swimmin' around, down there. Gimme about half an hour", he said, simply. With that. he pressed a button on his watch, starting its timer, and leaned against the railing of the ship to fall backwards into the water with a loud splash. The orcs stared after him, stupified. Krelle, meanwhile, wandered over to Nerrok's diving bag. She pulled out a bottle of juice with a little pink umbrella attached to it, a folding chair and a book she'd brought with her, and made herself comfortable.
Approximately 42 minutes and 27 seconds later:
Bloodknuckle's lookout scanned the water's horizon through a pair of binoculars, watching the wind rider that carried his captain's second request for aid fly away. That orc was surely being digested by now...What an amazing excercise in futility this was. He was just about to lower the bino's to give his eyes a rest before he did a double-take, blinking rapidly as he saw a plume of red mixed in with the rich blue of the ocean's deeps, and large bubbles popping at the surface. "Captain!", he bellowed. "Movement off the port bow!"
Krelle looked up from her book at the commotion, smacking her lips quietly in satisfaction as he took a sip through her umbrella straw. She closed her book and rose to her feet, casually making her way behind Captain Bloodknuckle as he approached the side of his vessel, raising his own binoculars to his face to see. She could see his jaw slowly dropping out of her peripheral vision as she, too, saw what the fuss was about. Roughly a hundred yards away from the ship floated the corpse of a monsterous whale shark, belly up, in a spreading pool of its own blood. Multiple, ragged holes had been punched through the ginormous beast's hide, like it had been blown up from the inside. The gulls were already circling overhead.
A loud splash and a dull thump along the deck as Nerrok climbed his way on board made everyone turn to look at him. He was covered from head to toe in a thick, viscous, phlem-like substance. His knife was broken, he'd apparrently lost his speargun and his grenade bandolier was totally empty. He pressed the side of his wrist watch, stopping the timer with a small frown.
"Sorry I'm late", he said, simply, wiping shark-goo off of his mouth. "It tried to run."
The entire crew stared at him, slack-jawed and silent. Krelle just smirked. She gave Captain Bloodknuckle a pat on the back as she spoke. "We'll be going now, Captain. Thank you for your hospitality."
