Storyteller's Challenge n. 14 - U.S.S. Kittyprise

So, I really felt lazy today. Plus, Assassin's Creed is waiting for me. So here's a random story. No cats were harmed in the making of this. Check in tomorrow for a summary!!

Left to right, random cat and random cat. But I'll call 'em Blackie and Silver. 

"Good morning, liutenant Silver."
"Good morning, captain."
"Is everything ready?"
"Aye captain, we're ready to beam down to the planet's surface."
"Good. Do it."
Silver clicked his heels and ran over to the controller.
"Blackie, stand by for beaming down. Okay captain, we've reached the planet's surface. I can see a Giant Sock, shall we explore it?"
Captain Red frowned. Silver's voice was distorted. Very much unnatural.
"Silver, can you hear me?"
"Captain? I think there's a disturbance in the electromagnetic field."
"Stand by, liutenant, I'm beaming down."
In the blink of an eye, the captain was by their side.
"Wait a minute, cap!" Blackie protested "You're a red! You're in danger right now!"
"Do not worry, Blackie, the captain never dies. Stand here, I'll explore that Giant Sock first."
Red went off, while Blackie and Silver were left to wait. Time passed, and the two of them were growing worried by the second. The captain was not coming back! What if he had been caught?! It was normal for away teams to get lost forever in Giant Socks - the phenomenon was largely unknown.
No choice but to wait.

Enrico entered his room humming a random melody with his headphones off. He threw himself on the bed and turned to the side.
Blink. Blink.
Yup, it's real. 
"Elena, your cats are playing with my spaceship model! And Red is stuck in a sock. Again!!"

The Storyteller's Challenge n. 6 - Dangers (not) lurking beneath the sea

Inspiration is BAAACKKKK! Yay! This one is just a funny story, forget that sad stuff I did until now. And tomorrow's the last day! After that, I'll be having a post where I sum up the week, tell you about other writers who accepted the Storyteller's Challenge, what I learned from this experience, etcetera. Be sure to be here on Monday!

Do I look like an artist to you? No? Then I clearly don't own this image. 

Philip slowly opened his eyes. He thought he heard something. In something much shorter than a second, the sound of moving water and a laughter ringing completely woke him up, which, combined with a cheerful young face appearing in his field of vision, almost gave him a heart attack. Luckily, he was used to it.
"Good morning, Philip!"
The dolphin squealed in protest.
"Oh, come on, don't be such a drama queen!"
More squealing.
"Tch! Fine, my fault, sorry! Now, come on, let's go to the graveyard!" Kiemi grabbed Philip's tail and started swimming towards what was a real graveyard of sunken ships. Broken masts lay on the ground, fallen under the pressure of the ocean. Fish swam in in the holes that time had inflicted upon the sails, and algae grew on the abandoned decks.
All in all, the whole vision was that of a playground, to Kiemi's eyes.
She giggled, excited, and sprinted towards a caravel which was broken in half, with Philip following her and desperately wishing he had a saner friend. Those were sunken ships. Full of lurking dangers, only waiting for the right moment to strike you. Like nails. And splinters!
Kiemi, though, obviously couldn't care less about those horrible traps that awaited her in those infernal sunken labyrinths, and launched herself toward a hole in the deck, screaming excitedly when she came out from the opposite side of the ship.
Philip squealed loudly.
"Philip, it's not dangerous! Look!" She did it again, making the dolphin squeal even louder.
"Come see for yourself, you wimp!" She grabbed the dolphin's tail again and dragged him towards the hole.
When nothing happened, the dolphin relaxed. No splinters. What a relief!
At first sceptical, when he found himself chasing Kiemi in the sail holes, Philip had to admit he was having fun and maybe - just maybe - it was not that dangerous after all. Sure there was always the possibility that another mast would break down and squish them under its weight, or at least leave them starving because they were trapped under a sail which got stuck in a coral nearby, burying them alive...
but it shouldn't happen, right?
A mast breaking down, though, was the last of Kiemi's thoughts at the moment. Screaming shrilly, she entered in one of the cabins, and Philip followed her, worried she might get lost, or get eaten by a kraken, or get a splinter in her tail.
Kiemi was nowhere to be found.
He was right! Oh, no, Kiemi! Was she kidnapped by a shark? Did the roof collapse and trap her under a pile of rubble?!
Philip was squaling frantically as he swam through that infernal chamber. Kiemi was far more important than his life, he would risk it to find her, and would finally make her understand why it was so dangerous coming in these places.
He shivered.
There was a shadow towering over him.
He turned around to face it, and, as sound travels much faster in water than it does in air, a soft giggle came to his ears before he could see Kiemi sticking out her tongue at him.
"Scared ya! Scared ya, didn't I! Nyah, nyah!"
What follows has been censored from most books.
If you asked the right fish, though, for the right amount of worms, he could reveal that it involved a dolphin with a sword in his beak and a splinter in his tail chasing a young mermaid.

I actually had a lot of fun writing this. Not exactly a genius on humor, but I do hope it made someone chuckle. Tell me what you think and SEE YOU TOMORROW FOR THE LAST STORY!!
Woo-hoo! 10 posts, and barely wrote for a couple of weeks. Isn't this Storyteller's Challenge just amazing?
P.S: Those of you who didn't check my previous post "Praising an artist and poems put to music!!!", check it out! Do it! Why are you still reading this stuff?! It doesn't even make any sense! I'm just blabbering! And you're still reading, aren't you?! Well, STOP! AND CHECK IT OUT!!