User blog:VictressAgilis/This Ship, This Ship! Unsinkable! (To the tune of Faith Hill's This Kiss)

 Hallo thur! This newest addition to my stories is about the aquatic monster called the scylla! I must apologize, for there are no lemons in this fic. However, if you do want lemons in your tea, all you gotta do is ask! (No, seriously. I'm not afraid to accept suggestions.)



A WDYD asked by A Wiki contributor (I’m guessing that means Anon here)(Slightly edited):

You have just taken the job as one of the maintenance crew members of the mighty IRN Gangut, one of the mightiest Soviet battleships at the time. You are about to finish repairing a jammed propeller drive towards the back of the ship when you hear a squeaking noise. It is a scylla around the corner, hungry for some spirit energy.

What do you do?

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Wishing I had brought my non-stick cooking spray, I slowly back away, just in case she hasn’t spotted me yet. No dice. The scylla turns to me, and I can see the fear in her eyes. She also looks malnourished, and I almost feel bad for her. Almost. She is, after all, a monster, and they have no place on this beloved battleship.

I carefully reach out, trying to subdue her tentacles so that I can take her off the ship and get back to my job. She squeaks, and smacks my hands away. I realize that I’m wearing a face mask, because we are moving through near freezing waters. I take it off, showing the scylla that I’m friendly.

She stops struggling. I know that look. She’s scheming something. Taking a step back, I ponder what she’s thinking. She would have to drag me, a 170 pound teenager, up a flight of steps to get me to the deck, then she’d have to get me over the edge. Not a feat she could handle on her own, that’s for sure.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Having thought it through, I reach out and grab the ends of the scylla’s tentacles and hook my arm around her waist. Looking closer, I can see her ribs. Poor thing. She probably hasn’t had anything to eat in a week!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I quickly glance around and spot a barrel of fish, freshly caught for the crew’s dinner tonight. It couldn’t hurt if she had just a few fish, right? So I set her down and grab four of them, holding them just out of her reach. I lean down, careful of her tentacles.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You can have these, but you can’t make a noise. If the crew hears me, I’m dead,” I whisper to her. She nods eagerly, and I give the fish to her. They’re greedily devoured in about a minute. The scylla’s already looking better, the color returning to her face.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay, now I’ve gotta get you off this boat before anyone notices. Can you cooperate?” The scylla smiles and nods, reaching out to be held.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m wary of her eagerness, but I still lift her up. “Can you hide under my coat? I think it’d-” I’m interrupted by her easily climbing into my coat and wrapping all eight tentacles around my stomach. “Uhh, fine. That’s fine.” I look rather awkward with a large bulge on my stomach, but thankfully the crew doesn’t know me that well, and there are members that are much fatter than I appear.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Now it’s just getting her off the boat without causing suspicion. Maybe... got it. I cautiously shuffle up the stairs, watching out for any guards, but the deck is empty, leading me to assume that the crew is down eating dinner. This’ll be a piece of cake.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I open my coat to tell the scylla that she can go now, but as soon as I unzip it, she lunges up and wraps her arms around my neck, locking her lips on mine. I’m set off balance, and I stumble toward the edge of the boat. I manage to get her off of me, but only for a little bit. She immediately goes into attack mode, coiling all eight tentacles around my arms and torso. “Urgh, ach, gyah!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She starts swinging herself toward the railing, using the momentum from each swing to go further and further. I can’t do anything except try to walk away from the railing, but it’s no use. With one final swing, the scylla grabs the edge and pulls. “No!” My cry startles the aquatic monster, and she stops.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I have a choice, okay! Get that through your thick skull! I am not okay with this!” The scylla cocks her head. She blinks. Then she smiles as two more scylla pop up behind her. Then it came to me. She hadn’t stopped because of my outburst. She had been waiting for backup.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.884;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh, shit,” I whisper as the three scylla easily bring me over the railing and into the frothy depths below. My insides squirm as my skin comes in contact with the freezing water. The monsters leap from the battleship and onto me, using their twenty-four tentacles to drag me deep into the ocean, my breath bubbling up above me. My vision fades quickly and my body goes slack.