Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Sonya tossed a piece of popcorn into the air from her spot as the show played on the screen above them. She watched the piece fall towards her only for a flash of brown hair to move in her way. Marta snatched it up with a quick bite before leaning back, licking her lips as she looked back up at the screen. Sonya gave her a petulant look before glancing back at the show. A pair of men were standing on the deck of a speedboat, one of them with a megaphone. They were saying something to the crew of another ship. One of the members of the other crew was a woman who burst into flowery cursing as she grabbed her guns.

Sonya laughed, “Wow she has a mouth on her,” Sonya snickered from Marta’s lap.

Her best friend looked down at her, “What do you think so far?”

“It’s pretty good, if a bit wild,” Sonya said, rolling over a bit to get a better look at the screen, “This is set mostly in South China right?”

Marta nodded, “Yes, I love this show.”

Sonya glanced at her, “You know, I’ve noticed you have a thing for action shows.”

Marta pursed her lips, “I was a bit of an adrenaline junkie in high school,” She admitted, “Anything to get a thrill, discovered anime while at a hotel before base jumping.”

Sonya tilted her head, “You’re serious? You never told me about that!”

“You never asked!” Marta laughed before looking up at a beautiful shot of the water, “I wonder how Barry’s doing,” She murmured as her lips curled up into a gentle smile.

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The feed flickered and hissed for a moment before it came to life. For a moment there was nothing on the screen but the vast sea and a little bit of the deck of a ship. The waves crashed and somewhere in the distance a bird called. The feed rustled a little as someone adjusted the position of the camera before a face leaned down to peer into the lens. Jaw as solid as steel, big dark eyes, and a mess of short hair, Barry Logan grinned with his signature sharp teeth at the lens before stepping back, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest.

“Barry here! Sup, babe!” He said brightly, waving at the camera. “Another video diary for ya to see when I get back!”

“It’s those pirates boss! They came back!” Wake shouted, “They’re firing warning shots at the cargo!”

Kingshark rubbed his neck as his lip twitched, “I was considering scaring them off, but they interrupted somethin’ important,” He grumbled and started to walk on the water towards the cargo ship, “Radio the ship, I’ll handle it,” He said as the waves crashed around him. The sea began to stir, the ocean itself roiling in his presence. “Trigger wanted to see me anyway,” He muttered, stalking forward with murder in his eyes. His sensitive ears heard the audible gulp from Wake before the young man teleported away to the radio station inside the yacht.

His walk turned into a small jog, then a run directly at a wave that crested in front of him. He slammed into it and the gills on his neck opened. His skin turned a dark gray, his eyes grew wide and his pupils large. Extra lenses closed over them to protect them from the water. He felt his body growing larger and larger, the elastic water-proof cloth stretching with his increasing size as he turned into a torpedo in the ocean. He spun, pushing himself faster and faster, rocketing through the water and beneath the cargo ship. He spotted light and shapes and stopped in the water, opening his mouth and releasing a pulse of sound, he closed his eyes and let the return pulse hit him.

Ten ships, no, eleven. He glanced up at the ten shadows above him before looking out across the vastness towards a far distant shadow. They brought a mother ship. He thought and looked up at the surface. With a rush he controlled the water around him and turned himself into a missile that shot into the air, his gills closed and he pivoted, landing on the deck of the Cargo ship. A few of his men turned and aimed weapons up at him in surprise before turning back to aim at the pirates. His second-lids opened and he swept his gaze over them while someone approached him from behind, “They brought a goddamn frigate,” He grunted as Trigger fell into step next to him, “Keep these idiots here till I get back,” He said before turning to the guy, “Oh, did you want something?”

Trigger shrugged looking up at him, “Just wanted to let you know we were going to put the converters in tonight, might be a little delayed now.”

Kingshark’s eyes went wide, “You serious?” He spat on the ground, “I’m one step away from hangin’ out in an underwater fortress in the Mariana Trench, the friggin dream of any supervillain, and I gotta wait because of these bozos?” He demanded. “That fuckin’ tears it!” He barked and marched towards the edge of the seat, “Keep these guys busy! I’m handlin’ this personally now! The Commodore can play later!” He bellowed before hopping off the side of the ship and back into the water without another word.

The sea expanded around him as he re-entered the water and he glanced to the right to see the massive shadow of the Commodore drifting closer. With a mental command he sent the beast back below for now, he’d call on it if he needed. Instead, he turned his attention to the frigate that was just far enough away to be difficult to spot by the crew of the cargo ship. He called the water up around him and launched himself forward again, his skin darkening even more. His eyes turned a deep red, a faint glow beginning to blaze in them as he drew closer.

Fuckin morons, don’t know a bad idea when its right in front of them! He thought in a rage, the sea growing tumultuous above him. To anyone viewing from above the water, it looked like waves were forming of their own accord and spreading left and right along his path, forming a line of angry waves leading straight towards the large metal ship. In just a matter of moments he was on them, fingers outstretched and turning hard and bony. He slammed into the side of the vessel and dug his fingers into the hull, grabbing on as the ship shifted once with the impact.

Barnacles began to spread from the point of impact, growing large before mutating. They twisted and grew, extending into terrible tentacles that extended up and out of the water as he climbed up the side. It didn’t take long with his bulk, nearing twelve feet tall, he was large enough to cause the ship to tilt slightly as he broke the surface. Faces were looking down at him as he looked up, men in cloth masks staring down at him with wide eyes. He opened his mouth wide into a manic smile, “Y’all fucked up!” He bellowed as the tentacles breached the water and started grabbing screaming men.

He climbed the side as more tentacles rose up around the ship, slamming down on the surface, crushing men and equipment. He hopped onto the deck as well and a gunshot rang out, automatic fire followed, the bullets bounced against his rubbery skin as he waded into the chaos. One man leaped off a platform, his arms turning into chains. He whipped them out to try to grab hold of him only for Kingshark to raise his arm and let the chain wrap around it. He sneered at the guy and pulled, dragging him over. The man let out a cry of fright as the supervillain opened his mouth and bit down on shoulder and spine, crushing bone before whipping his head and sending the bloody corpse hurtling off the side of the ship.

He threw his arms out wide as more tentacles rose up, one man was grabbed by his torso and leg and torn in half. Another pirate was simply crushed when one slammed down on him. Another tentacle crashed through the hull in search of the engines. “Kingshark is here, fuckers!” He bellowed, stomping forward and sweeping a hand forward to grab one man by the torso before bringing him down against the deck, pulverizing his chest. As he did, another gunshot rang out and he felt a pinch of pain as a bullet grazed his neck. That one actually hurt. He reached up and touched the spot, where that aching wound from Firestorm remained.

His grin turned into a frown and he stood up straight, turning his head towards the bridge of the frigate. A man stood there with a rifle in hand, his eyes glowing. Kingshark tilted his head, the burning and chaotic deck of the ship a mad din around him. “You must be the captain,” He rumbled and started his approach, blood dripping from his hand.