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When it became obvious to the winged vampire's purple-hazy-brain that she wasn't, in fact, being attacked but being used to anchor Siddie, Maritess lowered her arms in embarrassment. "U-um, s-sorry, I thought you were someone else," She apologized when there was a distinct sound of something being launched followed by a splash. Confused, she tilted her head again, wasn't Icky with Yaya just a few moments ago? Professor Hyde's appearance didn't seem to help clear things up for Tess either. Up until she finally managed to process the phrase: ...we're out of food.

No! That can't be! What are they supposed to do now?! Eat each other?! Maybe she should fly up out of their reach... hmm, could she bring someone up to the corrividus' nest with her? No! They might try to eat her too! She didn't know anyone here well enough to trust them! Her rather morbid train of thought was promptly derailed when the professor revealed harpoon guns.

Oh. So they didn't need to eat each other after all. Whew. Awkwardly she took one of the weapons, and flew towards the edge of the boat, her flight path clearly wobbly. Tess wasn't particularly good with shooting things. Is it such a good idea to let her handle one of these things? This sudden concern for safety occurred to Tess and, looking at the professor, she asked, "Professor, are you sure we don't have any nets we can use instea-?" FOOMP! Why in Jack's name did she pick a harpoon gun with a hairpin trigger?!

She leaned over to see what she'd caught, and only then did she spy Icky in the water. Was she seeing things because of the purple cruel-aid? "What are you doing there?!"

((ooc: 1st try caught 10lbs))

The hunchback glanced up over the wheel at the sudden sound of a surprised scream followed by the splash- he lifted his hand off of what he thought was a good hand-hold but was apparently a lever. Oops.

He'd have to apologize to the poor boil overboard if he didn't drown. Such a shame, he had interesting Parts...

When Hyde strode back on deck, he quickly stood upright again, gripping the wheel firmly to show him what a good job he was doing to help, but at the mention of being out of food... Christof did not eat, generally. But he knew the others did. Was it safe to fish? There were monsters in those waters after all... But after a quick scan of the horizon it seemed the bats had come and gone. He sighed with relief. Well, he'd have to aim harder from up here, but carefully he shifted to fired the odd, needly harpoon gun into the water, leaning on the wheel to make sure they stayed on course.

After a moment, suddenly there was tension on his line and he hauled it up- maybe he caught an Icky??

Nope it seemed to be... a banana stuck on the needle? He blinked in confusion, wondering if this yellow thing was hallucinated or not. Well, SOMEONE would find it tasty.

8lbs.

((Edit: JUST READ ABOUT no polls XD derp derp editing my posts.))

One moment upright, mostly, using the boil to hang onto what little balance she had left. The next, rather unceremoniously spilled to the ground is the boggart lost his own footing. Thankfully she'd had a hold of his shirt when they went tumbling so her head landed on his stomach rather then the hard deck. Still, the fall had been completely unexpected and she was so terribly stunned by it that her fingers slipped easily from the monster's front as he went flying overboard. Wait.. Now how did that happen? Had they lurched again? No.. If they had, she'd have likely gone over too. "What the hell?"

Scrambling to her feet, the djinn made her unsteady way to the railing. Leaning heavily on it as she searched the water for Icky. "Um, Professor," He was around, wasn't he? "Icky's in the water." On it's own, that didn't exactly seem like a terrible idea, actually. While kind of cute, in a snaggle toothed, freaky sort of way, the boil had stank. With sensibilities far less delicate then some of her fellow ladies, the smell hadn't been too terribly bothersome, but still.

"Are you ok down there?" What was that flying around him into the water? Brows creased in a thoughtful frown as she leaned back from the rail to glance around at her fellow shipmates. They were.. fishing? Reaaaally, at a time like now? Blue eyes rolled, which made the world around her spin a little, which made her giggle. Oh that had been nice.

Spinning sky lines aside though, there was a man over board, and if no one else was gunna go get him, then Yaya would. Looking back over the rail she waved down at the boil in the water dodging needles. "Hold on a minute, I'm coming to get you."

Running back to the table of discarded and forgotten odds and ends, Yaya was lucky enough to find a length of rope of considerable length. One end of which was tied tightly around the base of the mast, the other she looped around her mid section after removing the white over shirt. Now, throwing the rope might have worked just dandy, but being a creature of water, the djinn was actually eager to jump in herself, and she was a terribly good swimmer. All knots secured, ghoul removed her phone to place it with her shirt, then sprinted for the side of the boat, springing off the railing to dive into the sea below a few feet from the boggart. The rope trailing behind her.

Screw fishing, Yaya would play the hero.

Had she been in her proper state of mind, the undead ghoul would have flown down. It would have been easy, really, being just a winged torso had its advantages except, well, the purple made her even more uncertain about her abilities (and Tess already needed a major confidence boost to begin with) causing her to choose inaction as a course of action. She'd probably mess things up anyway and oh look, Yaya dove in!

She gave an encouraging cheer, granted it sounded more like a horrified shriek than anything, but she clapped her hands as well. "Go Fish, Yaya!" she giggled, suddenly remembering she had to retrieve the needley end of the weapon. She ended up hauling in something distinctly purple and multi-tentacled. Maritess nearly screamed that it was her minipet but figured that it was too purple she had to have been seeing things. Casually, she tossed it aside and attempted to reload the gun none too delicately. Tess seemed to have forgotten that her harpoon gun had a -FOOMP!- hairpin trigger...

Oh Jack, what did she catch now? What was this? A brightly colored fish that smelled, oooh it smelled wonderful and calming and it wanted pizza rolls. "Sorry, fishie, we're outta food ourselves. We might have some fish later, if you're interested." Purple cruel-aid + whatever this Phish was smoking = Tess more mellow than she'd ever been.

((ooc: 2nd try caught 5lbs))

Bul had previously remained unaffected by the cruel aid but managed to get a lovely bitter taste from his attempted drink with the TOT's ingredients. Luckily there was an ocean to spit what he had made into. At this point he had assumed everyone was just a little excited and hyper but it didn't take long for him to "catch a wiff" of what was making them silly. "I'm guessing I slept through something, cause I can tell some people here are pre-gamed," Bul turned to Icky and watched the turmoil with Tess and Christof.

-- ((just posting that separate since it was a while back))

Hyde was no longer to be found when the day grew warmer and brighter. It was a welcoming shower of heat for Bul, who managed to climb up the rafting to a place in the crows nest closest to the sun. He really had no interest in fishing but after a good sunbathing he may come down to give it a shot. After all, he didn't want to be the douche that didn't help gather food. A while past and he had almost fallen asleep until the boat made an enormous lurch.

"What the ******** Jack s**t was that?!" he shouted angrily before clinging on tightly to the edge of the nest and looking down below. It was then that he watched Icky go flying overboard. Being tossed aside like that was terrifying for the half beast and while he knew he should help his friend, jumping in that water would only add to the problem.

"Hang on Icky!!" Bul cried and carefully made his way back down, claws burying into the wood whenever the thing rocked from it's temporary captain. Finally he made it down but at that point the girls had gotten it under control, at least enough that he wouldn't have to be jumping in after his boggart friend. "Yo, you guys need help pulling him up??" he asked offering a hand or tail.

"Sammy!" Siddie reached out automatically to her ghoulfriend, half-falling against her. "You look like you need to be held up yourself," she pointed out, peering worriedly at the zombie.

"I already fell on her," she mumbled, peeking worriedly at Tess from under her parasol. "I just hope she's not too mad. I can stand, really. Oh - the people in the water - I have to get back to the rail, Sammy, I - I shot someone by accident ... "

Turning away from the fishing and heartfelt rescue, Dr. Hyde goes to inspect the ejection lever to make sure it's still in working order...