Username:
Piney
Name
Nemo
Name Meaning:
\n(e)-mo\ as a boy's name is of Latin origin,
and the meaning of Nemo is "nobody" or "the man".
Literary name: the captain in Jules Verne's
adventure novel "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea".
Gender:
Male
Story:
This is done through Nemo's (as an anthro or humanized) 1st person view ^^
The wind whipped through the masts, tuggin' at sails and whistlin' through the nettin'. I could feel 'er leapin' on the waves, excited fer 'er first day out. T'was the day ta let loose the Nautilus, my father's legacy. She was a ship not ta be reckoned with, and t'would soon be unrivaled in all the seven seas. My pa, also known as one a the greatest nautical engineers, had designed 'er 'imself; t'was with the greatest a difficulties to be launchin' 'er without my pa. I missed 'im dearly, the fickle mistress, Calypso, takin' 'im to the depths a fore 'is time. I could feel my eyes waterin' up, 'is funeral service 'ad only been two days aft 'is disappearance and t'was fresh in my mind. I wiped my eyes on my jacket, the jacket Pa 'ad given me a fore 'e was claimed by the sea. T'was with cold and sudden realization that the last things I said to 'im 'adn't been the kindest of words. I took a deep breath, I 'ad to put all of that behind me, t'wasn't proper ta be upset on a day like this. T'was time to unleash Pa's greatest a works.
I took my place at the ship's helm, ready to steer 'er out into the open ocean. I nodded and my first mate shouted out the signals, "All ropes dropped and anchor's rise!", "Open her sails!", "Take Positions, men!" I could feel immediately when 'er sails unfurled completely, a sudden lurch sent some of the less experienced sailors to the floor, but I stood strong. I couldn't help but beam as I watched 'er do 'er job, she was soon pickin' up speed, cuttin' through waves like butter. We were upon open sea quickly and a sudden, roaring burst of cheers broke out across 'er deck. I let out a loud shout m'self, I couldn't help but join in the merriment. "Let us see how fast she can go, eh?" I shouted to my crew members and was met with another loud hurrah. 'Er deck became busier than ever, e'ryone excited to push 'er to 'er limits, to see if she truly would be unrivaled. She was already haulin' at seven knots, the top speed for galleons of 'er size, but my pa 'ad a secret to make 'is ships go much faster than 'is competitors. I signaled my first mate to start, and he signaled the others. Hidden masts began to pop up out of 'er deck and with 'em, more sails began to go up as well. I could feel 'er raring to go, "OPEN UP ALL SAILS!" I screamed over the noise and held on tightly ta the wheel. As soon as 'er new sails unfurled and hit wind, we were off, 'er speed climbin' drastically. The ship shook with another loud cheer as I announced that we were now goin' 12 knots, considered impossible fer a ship of 'er size.
Our elation quickly deteriorated when we saw what we were headin' straight tawards. A massive storm front ballooned in front of us, and I could feel the electricity cracklin' in the air, makin' all my hair stand on end. "Should we turn around, Captain?" my first mate inquired, the whole lot of them starin' at the storm. "No," I replied quietly, this is where my pa went missin' and I wanted ta look around, but I couldn't tell the crew that. "I'm gonna test 'er ability and yer abilities ta withstand a storm," I lied, "can't have a crew that knows naught about sailin' in storms." I could see them stallin', unsure if they should actually listen ta what such a young captain was commandin'. My first mate began barkin' out orders, always there ta back me up, and the crew jumped ta life. They put down the extra masts to decrease the speed, and the ship slid into the storm. She was rockin' back and forth violently, bein' strewn around by the choppy waves and unguided winds. "Hold on tight, my friends!" the first mate screamed into the wind, even I found myself havin' troubles keepin' a grip. The rain sleeted down like needles, decreasin' visibility ta near nothin', but I could still see the trouble I got my inexperienced crew into. They were slidin' to and fro, graspin' desperately for a handhold of any sort. I noticed one in particular who was caught only by the rungs of the railin' that surrounded most of the ship, the only thin' between him and the ocean were those rungs.
I couldn't let any of my crew be swept over-board, they were all my friends or friends of the family. "TAKE THE WHEEL!" I shouted ta my first mate and he quickly obliged; I dived 'eadfirst down the stairs and made my tawards the hapless sailor. The deck was slick with rain and I soon found m'self slidin' tawards the rungs as the Nautilus bucked and jumped on the waves. I caught m'self on the railin' and began ta work my way tawards the sailor. "Ya look like a drowned rat," I laughed as I wrapped my hands under 'is arms and began hoistin' as 'ard as I could. She hit another wave roughly, tossin' the sailor straight inta my arms. As soon as I 'ad 'im in my grasp, I shoved 'im towards the middle a the ship where 'e grasped onta the mast fer dear life. I took a speedy look around ta make sure no one else needed any help and ta make sure my whole crew was still 'ere. Ev'rythin' looked good so I decided ta start headin' back up ta the helm, "TAKE US OUTTA HERE!" I screamed as loudly as I could ta my first mate, and I saw 'im begin ta whip the boat around. The ship lurched nastily and t'was at that moment that I realized I hadn't grabbed onta anything. I felt my body slam inta the deck, knockin' the wind outta my sails. I tried ta get back up, but she 'it another violent wave, and my body slid tawards the edge of the ship, nearly knockin' me off. I clung ta the rung, mine and the sailors roles now reversed; but there was nobody who saw me, nobody ta rescue me as my fingers slipped and I plunged inta the cruel sea below.
My body hit the water like a rock, nearly knockin' me unconscious, but I somehow managed ta stay awake. I tried callin' for help, but kept goin' under and chokin' on the water, each wave pushin' me farther away from the ship. I could barely breathe, my lungs fillin' with the ocean, Calypso's salty kiss. My mind couldn't think properly anymore, all my oxygen was rushin' ta my lungs, tryin' ta keep me alive. It was startin' ta go dark, my vision clouded over and I just let go. I was goin' ta let the sea claim me as it had my father. I blacked out... but there was a light...A strange cloudy light. Suddenly I could see m'self, floatin' in the water. Was I dead? Was this what death was? There was somethin' strange about my body though, the form undulated with a strange life, the edges or colors never sittin' still. Patterns began ta change, then the whole form. Little stars began ta twirl around tryin' to find their place, shiftin' until they found the right spot. When the starfish settled, the form began to solidify, taking on the look of a young fish-woman, a mermaid per se. I looked on astonished, not believin' my eyes. Was it trickery or magic, or was there truly a beautiful mermaid before me? She beckoned me over and I felt a bunch of little pressures against my back; peerin' behind me, I saw hundreds a little stars swimmin' against my back. When they stopped, I was face ta face with the fish-woman and she peered inta my face, her doe-eyes lightin' up with curiosity.
Finally she spoke, "Interesting, I saved another like you from the seas only a few days ago. Do you not know that you can't swim?" "A course I can swim!" I began ta defend m'self before realizin' fully what she 'ad said, "did you say you saved another like me?" She giggled, 'er little starfish bouncin' with 'er, "Yes, I did. He was quite a bit older than you though." Before I could question any further, she pressed her lips against mine. It felt as if the sea was retreatin' from my body ta be replaced with oxygen and with that feeling, darkness came once more. Time seemed to pass so slowly until all at once I woke up, water rose up my throat as I hacked and coughed, tryin' to breathe sweet air. My eyes fluttered open to see my crew peerin' down at me, "Give him some room, give him some room!" I could hear my first mate shoutin'. I turned my head ta try ta see where I was, still coughing up water. It was the Nautilus, I was back on 'er somehow. Had they turned around ta save me, was all of that a dream? My first mate kneeled by my side, "you okay, my friend?"; 'e began inspecting me, "Your da would've come back and killed me if you had died."
I musta looked like a deer in the headlights, 'cause he started snappin' his fingers in my face, "You okay?" he asked once more. "I-I'm fine," I managed to splutter, "how d-did I get back on the ship?" 'E looked at me in disbelief, "I honestly have no idea how we found you," 'e stroked his chin," we sent a boat out, and your body just happened to bump into it; We all thought you were dead." I sat up and whispered in 'is ear, "I think Calypso saved my life and she saved my pa's life too." 'E looked at me sideways, not understandin' at first, but then 'is thoughts cleared up, "stranger things have happened, I wouldn't be surprised if Calypso had helped you." I stood up, lookin' out ta the now calm sea and thought of what coulda happened. So many questions circled around in my head: Where 'ad my father gone, was 'e truly alive, was that all a dream? My head began ta hurt with all the questions swirlin' through it. "Let's head back home," I told the crew, I could think about it when I wasn't freezin'.
Sorry about the accent if it's hard to read :T It was very difficult to write that way.
All Art Done by Me :3
