Cadogan's ears were still ringing and he felt more than slightly woozy. He took support from the side of the ship and cautiously glanced around. He saw the barrier that Shade had made and made his way towards it after picking up his bag from the deck. The Great Inventor heard a sound behind him and quickly spun around drawing his double barreled firearm. He saw one of the remora and just hoped that the powder had remained dry.
As the creature made it's move Cadogan hastily pulled both triggers. To his luck the powder had remained dry and the pair of bullets embedded themselves to the remora - if not outright killing it atleast it was incapacitated. The white haired man holstered the firearm and managed a little smile. That's one notch to my belt... I'm gonna get through this after all...
Then their little floating world began to crumble around them. Cadogan fell to the cold water - admittedly warmer than he had anticipated - and hastily scrambled to find atleast some piece of driftwood. The Great Inventor sure got his piece of driftwood. something pierced through his left forearm and a quick glance revealed it to be the very sharp remains of a plank. The white haired man gritted his teeth and concentrated on getting himself atleast partially above water. The forge, all those equipment... All of my damn equipment... No... no... His hands caught hold of a slightly less destroyed part of the ship - it seemed to be a door of some kind.
Cadogan managed to pull himself on top of the door and was actually amazed that it was able to keep his weight afloat. You start again and everything goes... bad... The gods really seem to hate this group... The white haired man let out a scream of desperate rage whilst pulling the piece of wood from his arm. It'll probably get infected, but who cares at this point? The Great Inventor hastily checked his belongings - the hand cannon had sunk to the bottom of the sea by now, but he still had the weapon on his belt and the rifle on his back, also he still had his bag with him.
I still have my...? Could the..? Cadogan's musings were stopped by a pair of hands that grasped the side of the door. He glanced at the side and helped one of the pirates up on his little safe haven as well. The two men quickly divided their weight as best as they could and to their great relief the wooden door still remained afloat. "You should tie that wound..." The sailor stated exhaustedly. The Great Inventor rolled his eyes and just retorted with a simple "...Speak for yourself." Despite the rather grim situation they began paddling towards the shore.