Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5543592-20170723020551

The whole ship groaned, like a lone tree being felling in the forest. The sailors groaned with the ship, cranking the winches with all their might, trying to restrain the living rock.

"Haul!" The foreman screamed. His whip cracked for the up-teenth time, wearing a grove into the deck where he was standing. "Haul, damnit!"

Bagarok could feel the tension in the ropes, as they resisted him. They weren't going to budge. Too much force was pulling at him in every direction-- too much for even his great strength. His arms shook, the ropes quivered.

Then, the sound off shattering wood filled the air as the force exerated on the winches became too much, and their mountings snapped. It was like the sound of a multiple bowstrings beings released in sequence: audible satisfying twangs. The winchs were torn free, and sent flying towards the walking boulder. A sailor or two went too, although they slammed into the deck before hand and skidded to a stop, bruised and blood.

Each winch collided with Bagarok at once, and were crushed to pieces on his stone skin, sending metal bolts and bands flying, and showering the ground around him with splinters. There wasn't a winch left on the boat, meaning nothing left to tie the harpoons too.

"Mara of all that is holy..." The foreman muttered. "Get boarding axes!" He cracked his whip. "Stop it all costs!"