"Plume blow!" The cry rang out across the deck, as most of the sailors took the rope they wore around their waist and tide it to the railing or a spar or mast. Tiffaney looked at them and Ivy reacted first. Two crowbar like spikes appeared in her hand and she dug them deep into the decking. Jasmain was still starring at the rising shadow.
"Brace!" Tiffaney dragged the heir down and hung hard on the rings, they must have looked silly but in a moment that didn't matter. From the side a large bubble of water exploded, breaking the surface like a gigantic soap bubble. Blasting out as the trapped gas expanded, the ship was dragged along with the water, going nearly vertical as the sudden change in water shoved the boat aside.
With her rock-climbing experience, the mist and spray didn't stop her from holding the hook Ivy had made. Soaked the trio waited for the ship to resume its normal rocking before losing their death grip on the dark obsidian tools.
