The Black Ship That Won't Stop - Part 2

'It may be unfamiliar lads, ye never know when s'mthing's up and ye find ye' elf lumbering over something deng'rus and ye niver know what's coming to ye until its too late', an old man sat by the ladder with a bottle of rum on his left hand. His hands was shakky not from the silent sea but from old age. Rat Rucks was his name and he has has seen piracy before Black Ship became a legend. 'Ti' next things ye know ye are dead', he spat out his tobacco to the floor.

'Off with ye old saying, Rat Rucks!', the first mate walked towards the edge of the bridge. First mate, John Ol' Ripple, or they call him Ol' John had been sensing some uneasiness over the latest affair chasing the Black Ship since they had nearly collided with each other last two days. 'We shud not had chase her, I tell ye, we are dum!', cried the old man with both hands on his head. 'Keep quiet, I hear shumthing', everybody stopped moving and looked around the ship. 'Shumthing is out there', he squinted his eyes as if he could search the darkness in the sea. Old Claireborne will hold the wind and the rough seas, that was what he thought. Claireborne a rough old ship with a large sharp cutting edge bow and a lady of with wide arm open up on both sides. Ol' John had been with Claireborne for as long as the old captain. Had seen a few mutinees aboard the ship and almost always got killed. How he managed to get spared was never knew as he would not tell a single thing out of it.

The ship was trembling a bit and everyone had now turned their heads to the sea. 'Ol god, wha' in ti' hell is going on?' cried Rat Rucks. 'I tell ye, its coming fer us', he looked more in distressed. 'Everyone, man your stations and speed!', Ol' John commanded as he move to the wheels. The captain had immediately walked out from the binnacle below. 'The compass is running wild!', he shouted. That instance, a loud crash and the one side of ship had tored opened revealing its insides. Then appeared from beneath the sea, long spiky legs, got hold of the ships hull. 'The giant sea spider!', cried one of the men. There were at least six pairs of leg from it. More little sea spiders had ermeged from the sea. 'Quick men! To your rifles! Shoot!', the Captain aimed at the Sea Spider's large head. After it had gotten up to the ship, the sea spider immediately spun and shot webs on it's victims.