Serious: Seasick!

Annie looks up and grins wickedly seeing him above her and nods as she starts ripping deeper into the sea kings wounds using not only the sharp claws but also her sharp teeth ignoring the taste of its blood as it filled her mouth and drips down her chin. 

With every bite and slice the wound grew bigger and started bleeding more profusely. "Now Wynter!" She crys out as the beasts violent shaking finally thew her off and sent her crashing to ships deck.

Thrashing around erratically the seaking slammed his tail down towards the ship's main deck cracking it ever so slightly before stretching out and screaming in hurtful agony as the wound created by Annie was only made bigger. Not huge, but big enough for Wynter's plan.

Unimpressed and enraged by the actions of the little pink bear the seaking managed to throw Annie from his wound just in time to avoid it growing any worse from her teeth & claws. The biting had been more painful than expected due to his thick skin, but the claws & club had done more than enough punishment to his scaly skin which now hung open with blood pouring and attempting to clot in and around it.

Watching as Annie was jolted from the belly Wynter dropped down towards the wound and tried to grab hold. Slamming his hand straight into the wound he felt the sudden pain in the seaking once more. Grinning he pulled himself up and in through the wound squeezing himself in.

As much as he did struggle Wynter wasn't about to let himself be beaten by a creature of such size and anger.

With a searing hot fist he was ready to do some damage and possibly dish up a nasty fishy dish that'd keep them full for days on end.

Placing his burning hand on to one of the large organs of the creature Wynter could already feel the temperature rising and see how it quickly turned black like charcoal.

With Annie now once again aboard the ship Oswald quickly rushed to her side offering her a helping hand. Trying to get her back to her feet once more he didn't take time to notice the creature's open jaw headed for them in the hopes of swallowing the boat and crew all in one.

Thankfully the captain is a captain for a reason and had already loaded the cannon but also lit it and before anyone could properly think what to do in response a large black ball sped into the air shooting through the nose of the monster. Ripping its way out of the back of its head the nose on front fell apart and splatters of blood rained down.

Using the tail to whack the ship away the merchant vessel was knocked vigorously nearly on to its side. Finding it's most efficient side the ship stayed up right and a second cannon was fired for the gut. Hitting it and barely bruising it the Captain realized their shots would need to be for the face if they stood a chance of winning this losing battle.

Placing another hand down a small fire burst into life and the scents of putridness arose. Chasing him s he climbed the long necked beast Wynter could feel his body beginning to sweat from the heat & hard work. But with the screams and constant thrashing around he could feel it was the monster's way of begging for mercy that would never come due to it's offensive behavior. A creature like this didn't understand mercy nor anything other than violence.

A cough was heard from below. Lowering his sight as another organ lit up, Wynter looked below to see an anchor lodged into another organ. Raising an eyebrow he paused.

"Greg?"

No response came back and Wynter felt a little foolish to have thought of them as survivors.

Both had died noble warriors ready to face the behemoth when nothing else was left. He wanted to shout and call out to the two of them but only spirits would hear his cries.

Turning to face up ahead once more he continued climbing ready to bring the end of the creature with blood that started raining down hill inside.

"Shit!"