Heading towards the spars, the paladin battled every step. "Why is it always me to save the day??? Must because I always stay up while everyone else goes to bed, sigh" Accepting the burden that fate placed upon his shoulder, he kept on with renewed courage.
He reached the rear spar, and grabbed the ropes that tied the rear sail. He worked furiously, despite his cold and rigid fingers. Rains hit his back and neck maliciously, pouring the chillness onto him. With a small successful cry, he untied the rope, and pulled off the rear sail as best as he could. A strong gust of wind blowed the sail wildly. The force lifted the paladin who was still pulling the ropes, and sent him flying. The world around him went spinning. Desperately, he held the rope, cluncthing his fist tightly, nails biting deep into his own palm. Then he felt the powerful pull as the rope reached its end, the paladin's body went to a sudden halt in the air and fell hard towards the deck. He hadn't a chance to realize what is happening before he hit the wooden floor and knocked air out of himself.
Laying on the deck for a long moment, the paladin felt the warm thing coming back again. With a jerk, he vomited some blackened blood. Lighting splashed above, brighten the deck for a brief second, showing the battered man struggling to stand up.
Breathing heavily, Carlos shook away the fuzziness in his head. Looking up, he couldn't make out anything. Then the lighting splashed once more: the rear sail is no longer hanging.
"Thank you Helm" it was all he could say. Half climbing, half staggering, he dragged himself towards the center masts...
OOC: later it found out that, both lighting had struck the monk's cabin. The strange weirdo was sleeping, and had no idea what microwaved him...
