The sea was calm only for a short while after Thor and the sailors defeated the pirates who attacked their ship. The men were still catching their breath, patching the deck, and cleaning the blood when Coren suddenly pointed toward the horizon with wide eyes.
"By all the gods," he whispered. "There's more of them."
There are times when Thor find his luck worst than street side dog. For a god, he seems to run across a lot of misfortune tot he point he might even considered being cursed.
Who would have thought that destroying one Pirate ship would put and an entire fleet behind them.
Been only two days and here they were, an entire fleet of pirates. He was cursing about singing that One Piece song even more now.
Far behind them, the black shapes of many sails rose over the waves—one ship after another until the whole horizon seemed filled with them. At least a dozen, maybe more. The single pirate ship they had beaten earlier had only been the first claw of a much larger beast.
For Sailors, beating pirates at sea was almost unheard of, they weren't warriors. They won becuase it was only one ship and Thor was present. Thor took most of them down.
However, even Thor knew that he can't handle this many. Even if he use his Mjonir, he can't handle them all before they sunk their ship.
Captain Merek cursed softly. "It's a fleet. They won't stop now."
Running on a small sailor ship against an entire pirate fleet was like an horror dream. The pirates had faster ships, more men, and the wind seemed to favor them.
That last part especially irked Thor. For argument sake he wished to take out Mjolnir and turn the winds around, no matter how bad he was controlling the whether.
Each passing minute they crept closer, their dark sails cutting through the water like hungry wolves chasing prey.
Thor stood at the rail, jaw tight. Wondering whether now was the right time to summon Mjolnir. "Do pirates often travel in such numbers?"
Merek shook his head. "Only one man rules such a fleet here in the Narrow Sea." He spat into the sea. "Euron Greyjoy. Madder than any pirate alive."
Thor didn't know the name, perhaps he appeared later seasons of Game of Theones which he didn't saw or just couldn't remember the man. Surely if the man had this time kind of military power, he must be mentioned in the show.
But he could feel something—like a hungry gaze studying them from a distance. Whoever commanded those ships, he was dangerous.
Thor's eyes could see further than any human, he could barely figure out a Silhouette standing at the biggest ship among the fleet.
The crew tried everything. They tightened the ropes, shifted the sails, and pushed the ship to its limits. But it wasn't enough. The gulf between them and the pirates slowly shrank.
There was a humble sailor boat, it wasn't build of out running pirates.
Then Thor felt it.
A heavy pressure in the air. Being a god not only gave him inhuman senses and strength but also a sixth sense about his domain.
Thor technically had a dominion over the whether. He can't control it well but he can sense it.
A deep rumble rolling through the sky up ahead.
'A Storm ?' He was just his insticts. He never have sailed before to know for sure but his mind told him up ahead was trouble brewing.
And indeed a storm was forming ahead, in just few minutes it was visible. Thick dark clouds turned the horizon black and the winds began to howl. Even without his godly senses, the sailors could feel it too.
"Storm coming!" someone shouted.
Captain Merek gripped the wheel tightly, studying the sky. His men expected him to avoid the storm, to turn and flee sideways. Though flee were was a question with pirates still behind them.
But instead, he did the opposite. He steered the ship straight toward the raging clouds.
"Merek!" Coren shouted. "Are you mad? We'll be crushed!"
"If we stay out here, we'll die by pirate steel," Merek answered sharply. "If we enter that storm… maybe the gods give us a chance."
"Since when gods started to give any fuck about us Merek…"
"Aye, so pray thee that they don't care about us this time either. Ignore us and let us pass."
Some sailors protested, calling the captain reckless. Others nodded grimly, accepting that it was their only real hope.
Thor watched them argue. To him, storms were nature, breath, and power—yet this one wasn't of his making. It was wild, untamed, roaring with energy.
He wasn't afraid of it.
Though, perhaps it had something to do with him almost able to fly straight by now. He had an escape plan.
Internally he felt bad for thinking like that.
He could influence storms, even command them on a good day, but right now he held his power back. He didn't want the sailors to question him, nor did he trust his own control enough to shape the weather without risking the ship.
Flying took everything he had, he didn't wished to del deep into whether control anything soon. Last time he did, he almost lost his Hammer.
So he tightened the ropes just like others, preparing to face the storm head-on while keeping godly powers as his default back up option.
Behind them, the pirates argued as well.
Inside Euron Greyjoy's flagship, the Silence, the crew trembled as they looked at the dark clouds. Many refused to enter.
"Captain, the storm will tear us apart!" one shouted.
But Euron only smiled—wide, cruel, hungry.
"You fear thunder? What's there is to be afraid of. We are Iron Born. Sea is what we live in and die to. There is no storm which would shunk my ship" he said with a laugh. "I fear nothing. Not gods, not storms, not death. Cause what's dead can never die again. So, follow them! I want that ship!"
Some pirates looked ready to mutiny, but Euron raised his strange, sharp axe and glared. No one dared to disobey. And so the entire fleet followed him into the storm.
As Thor's ship entered the raging winds, the world changed instantly. The sky turned black. Waves rose like mountains, slamming against the hull. The rain poured so hard it stung the skin like needles.
"Hold on!" Merek yelled as the ship tilted wildly.
Thor grabbed the mast with one hand and held a rope with the other, helping keep the sail steady. Water splashed over the deck, washing supplies and barrels away as the sailors clung to anything they could.
"Seven hells!" Coren shouted, half laughing, half terrified. "Why did I ever leave my warm bed in King's Landing?"
"Because you owed three men gambling money!" another sailor yelled back.
Lightning crackled across the sky. The roar of thunder nearly shook the ship apart. Thor felt the storm's power tugging at him, the urge to bring out Mjolnir and try to control the storm was almost instinctive inside him. However, one wrong move with his powers could doom them all.
It was almost like he was sitting on the nuclear codes.
Behind them, the pirate fleet suffered even worse. Their ships were built for speed, not survival. Two vessels smashed into each other when a wave lifted them too high. Another cracked when lightning struck its mast.
Men screamed as they were thrown into the sea. Some sank instantly under the furious waves.
Even Euron's ship, strong and heavy, struggled against the raging storm. Still, he stood at the front like a mad king, screaming at the heavens.
"COME THEN! SHOW ME YOUR FURY!"
Talking to the sea it self, if that wasn't enough to call a man mad then Thor had no idea what was.
Thor heard the distant voice through the thunder and frowned. Whoever the man was, he was fearless—or insane. Most likely both.
Hours passed like this. Rain, thunder, towering waves, and constant fighting to keep the ship upright. Thor worked beside the sailors, pulling ropes, shielding men from falling debris, and making sure no one was tossed into the sea.
For the first time he felt so blessed he didn't had to live here out in sea, to have a stable ground to stand on was a privilage most would never reliase until they face the sea.
Slowly—very slowly—the storm began to ease. The winds weakened, and the waves shrank. Thor doubt it was over though.
His instincts told him that it wasn't. And sure enough just as the storm seems to be easing up, a loud crash was heard from behind them.
Something just pull that pirate ship down…
"Seven Hell…"
"Its KRAKEN !!!!!"