Post by Shei'ki\Agatha on Jan 15, 2008 20:13:27 GMT
Maroni was enjoying his retirement. A hard life as a metaleurgist in a foundry on the Guardial isle his whole life had made him accustomed to the hot glow of molten metal, never feeling cold or particularly comfortable until he got himself home, weary that night. For years, at night, he'd go to this very spot in this very same boat to relax, and fish... and now that he was happily retired, he was able to do this as much as he wanted... and he was loving every single minute of it.
His peaceful afternoon was not to last however. Suddenly, as he floated there on his boat, eyes shut, hat over his face, he heard a great crash of water, and the boat rocked vigorously, then almost capsized. Were it not for his old, muscle-memorized reflexes of working with liquid metal on a very intimate level, he would have gone right into the drink right then. "What in all the glories..." he said, and immediately put his hat back on.
In the drink not more than five feet from the boat was a human form, obviously unconcious, face down in the deep water in which he was fishing. It... she, he was sure, had long pink hair, and a young look to her. He did not stare at her like a goggly-eyed deer with headlamps in his eyes, though, he forsook his hat in his boat, and leapt overboard and into the drink. She would drown unless he did something, and he was a good man, raised well by his father so many long years ago.
He had no doubt in his mind about what to do. It was not five minuites before he had her on the floor of his boat, and had her laying on her side. She was breathing, he had acted very quickly, but she was bruised from the hard bellyflop smack to the water she had taken. It seemed like a large portion of the blow went to her upper body... and if she was bruised, she was really hurt on the inside too. Even a simple man like him could recognize that.
Starting the boat up, off he went towards shore, the engine screaming in protest as he pushed it to its limit. He had to get to shore, and quick.
His peaceful afternoon was not to last however. Suddenly, as he floated there on his boat, eyes shut, hat over his face, he heard a great crash of water, and the boat rocked vigorously, then almost capsized. Were it not for his old, muscle-memorized reflexes of working with liquid metal on a very intimate level, he would have gone right into the drink right then. "What in all the glories..." he said, and immediately put his hat back on.
In the drink not more than five feet from the boat was a human form, obviously unconcious, face down in the deep water in which he was fishing. It... she, he was sure, had long pink hair, and a young look to her. He did not stare at her like a goggly-eyed deer with headlamps in his eyes, though, he forsook his hat in his boat, and leapt overboard and into the drink. She would drown unless he did something, and he was a good man, raised well by his father so many long years ago.
He had no doubt in his mind about what to do. It was not five minuites before he had her on the floor of his boat, and had her laying on her side. She was breathing, he had acted very quickly, but she was bruised from the hard bellyflop smack to the water she had taken. It seemed like a large portion of the blow went to her upper body... and if she was bruised, she was really hurt on the inside too. Even a simple man like him could recognize that.
Starting the boat up, off he went towards shore, the engine screaming in protest as he pushed it to its limit. He had to get to shore, and quick.
