The goblins slowly turned their ship in our direction, the steering seeming to be reliant on the ones kicking at the back. I looked over at Mason, 'You've gotta take one down to get started.'
Mason nodded, his hand shaking. 'You sure you've got nothing to drink?'
'One step at a time Mason.' I nodded.
He clenched his fist. 'One step at a time.'
I cast my gaze over the oncoming goblins, feeling a familiar pop up trigger.
Sea Goblin Good-looker LV2 x1
Sea goblins have long held the belief that removal of one eye enhances the vision of the other. Without the distraction of depth perception, they believe the Good-looker is better at their job.
There is a reasons that sea goblin navies have not overtaken the known world.
Sea Goblin Pirate LV2 x2
Pirates, the most common class choice for sea goblins. It involves stabbing, marauding, pillaging loot and no need for showering. There stench forms a formidable barrier to their foes, be wary.
Sea Goblin Kicka Lv2 x2
- These goblins are trained to overcome their fear of water to provide propulsion to goblin 'Nonsinky-Smashas' or boats as they are commonly known. With fearsome leg strength, despite their sub-par intelligence, they must be given credit for getting in the water despite being unable to swim.
'Bring us along side.' I yelled out to Mason. 'I want that boat.'
Mason threw Cameron to the other side, arcing us round in a steep turn that a bunch of bundled together logs shouldn't have been able to perform. Was physics also wacky here?
The goblin good-looker leapt into the air at me, swinging its spyglass like a cutlass. I brought my piece of timber up to meet it, with a final thought that maybe I had miscalculated. Maybe the goblin's spyglass was a magic item reinforced with spells or power. Maybe it would break my piece of timber in half.
It did not.
The timber shattered the spyglass and smacked the goblin into the water. A quick glance showed him unable to swim like the others. I reset my piece of timber and leapt onto the bow of the ship.
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A cloud of stench hit me like a punch in the face. The two goblin pirates readied their daggers, and leapt from the sail.
You have been affected by 'Goblin Stank'. A potent brew of sweat, feces, urine and a diet of beans, this won't wash out easily.
-10% dexterity for 1 minute.
Suddenly unsteady on a boat, something that hadn't happened to me for years, I barely managed to catch a dagger in the piece of wood. The first goblin managed to knock the second goblin pirate off course, which saved me.
From behind, the boat jerked as Mason leapt onto the prow. The heavy weight of the ex-Brit who was too fond of all Amercian burgers caused the second goblin, who were 20kg soaking wet, to flip off the boat into the water. The boat came back down to level and everyone staggered.
The goblin refused to let go of the dagger, embedded in the timber. I snapped a low kick at its knee and heard something break. The goblin slipped backwards in the boat.
Behind me, Mason cut the ropes holding the creature at the front free. With a burst of speed, the quokka, the one we'd rescued from the truck earlier, kicked up onto the boat. The quokka leapt in the air and performed a snap kick into the remaining goblin pirate's jaws. They just the pushback to spin a somersault, like they were on Naruto or something like that.
The goblin pirate went flying off the back of the boat into the water, unable to swim like the others. The two goblin Kicka's had just climbed onto the boat, ready for a fight. At the sight of their probable supervisor flying into the ocean, they paused.
The quokka settled into a crouch, like Morpheus in the matrix, and gestured with one palm. The goblin Kickas cowered and looked at one another. The quokka pointed at the back of the boat and smashed one furry fist into a palm.
The sea goblin Kickas bowed to their new liege and leapt back over the railing. They started kicking immediately. The quokka nodded and turned to face them.
Tower Champion Sheila
Quokka LV2
HP 2/8.
Cameron zoomed in to the Quokka. 'Is it too late to request a reassignment?'
'Hey!' I said.
Mason shrugged. 'Sheila's higher level then you mate, and she's got star power, charisma, she's got it I tell you.'
Sheila, the quokka, bounded up to me and flipped onto my shoudler. She offered a fist for a fist-bump. Hell yeah, I thought, and offered the Australian marsupial a fist-bump back. The contact was surprisingly sturdy, though my fist was ten times the size of hers.
Cameron drifted back over. 'It seems I can't be reassigned, damn.'
Mason patted the camera bot on the back. 'It's okay mate, we may not be ninja kangaroos but check out Tenzing, he's got a board with a nail in it.'
I looked down at the dagger that protruded from my piece of timber. It had cracked the board enough that it would probably only last a battle or two. My eyes fell on the scattered refuse amongst the goblins boat.
'Cameron, keep an eye on our support crew.' I nodded at the now helpful goblin Kickas. Presumably they would stab us in the back if we got the chance, but they actually were putting out a comparable speed to Cameron on his fan.
We looted the boat, finding mostly trash but a few days supply of water and some rations of questionable meat. There weren't any decent weapons other than the dagger that was lodge in my piece of timber.
With the sun overhead, I sat back in the boat eating a piece of jerky and pulled down a sip of water from a conical flask with a plug in it. The tepid water was partially warmed by the sun, and had a faint metallic odour.
I had never tasted anything so sweet.
A series of notifications appeared on my screen and I nodded, pulling them up.
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