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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 2, 2015 2:31:10 GMT -5
Three sailors claim ownership over pink ribbons, but two quickly dismiss themselves of that pink ribbon. One points higher, "That one's mine, with both ends of the ribbon tied off." Another points just above Gregor's line, actually touching the fluttering ribbon.The woman in armour claims ownership, "I've never been much good with knots Captain" She confesses, "But I can storm a breech at the head of a vanguard quite well." She adds hopefully.
The dark skinned fellow cuts his ribbon in half and attaches one half to his line, and the other half to hers. Then he attaches both where they need to be, before he hooks his feet on the outside of the rope ladder and slides down to the deck. When he lands he pats his thick leather gloves on his legs to disperse the excess heat from the slide.
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Post by Sugarphix on Aug 3, 2015 9:58:00 GMT -5
"Nice work, sailor," she nods to the thick man. Then she turns upon the armoured lass. "Yer ineptitude did almost cost this mate his life. Imagine if it had slipped during a storm. I couldn't trust you to half the duties aboard the ship, and I'd wager he wouldn't be stormin much when yer suit thar rusts in the flyin' salty wind. Please leave me ship, be it by the gangplank or otherwise."
She nods at one of the members balanced on the plank. "You there, set to the tasks given. If us can do it in half the time it took them, yer in."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 4, 2015 5:04:03 GMT -5
The armoured woman looks a mixture of angry and disappointed, "Armour properly oiled and maintained will not get rusty. Salt or no salt Captain, and I can learn the knots." When you don't seem swayed by her arguments, Mac steps between the two of you and gestures to the gangplank, then the water off the other side of the boat, "The choice is yours." He says simply, wearing a friendly smile.
The first sailor on the gangplank scurries into the rigging like a mad squirrel. Ties off the ribboned rope where needed. The sailor then stands on his step and bounces a few times to show how that it's sturdy. Uncoiling a rope the sailor makes a quick loop, and left foot in loop, lowers themself down hand over hand. The lemon only takes a minute more, before they're on deck panting from the effort.
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Post by Sugarphix on Aug 7, 2015 20:50:02 GMT -5
Tsunami addresses the new crew, raising her black jack. She waits until the crew catches on and fills their cups.
"Welcome me hearties to the beginin' of yer service aboard the Sapphire Rover. I be thinkin' that most of ye be already in the acquaintance of Mr. Mac Monsoon here," she gives you a sideways look with a wink as she talks. "He'd like to be representin' ye all in the position of quartermaster, so I be thinkin' that a vote be in order. I should warn ye that Mac and I be joined, but I do believe he will keep yer best interests first and foremost. After all, he do know that I do loves a good challenge. All in favour, drink her down boys!"
Following the vote, with Mac standing proudly at her side, Tsunami ordered her new crew to get their affects in order as they would sail at daybreak the following morning. "Anyone that is late will be left behind, and I'll be usin yer cut to buy more rum for the rest of us! I do run a tight ship, but I'll be payin' ye the standard wages, and ye all seem worthy." In a lower tone she continued "and if we should come across any...treasure, then ye'll all be get in' a bonus. One last word, each crew member now be yer brethren, and with them as well as any cargo or person we may endeavor to shuttle across Osprem's great domain, will be considered untouchable and under our protection. Mr. monsoon here will be responsible for dealing with any issues you may have about people or items on board."
Tsunami dismisses the crew and once the ship is empty, she goes to the hold to replace the lids on the water.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 9, 2015 8:56:09 GMT -5
Mac smiles, mouthing the words 'Captain Cutter' back at you. When the vote is called half the crew stands for Mac immediately, and the rest stand once they see that Gregor has stood for Mac. Both men are well known, and held in high regard. That and the thought of a man of Gregor's size dealing out punishments...
The crew scatter off the ship to collect their belongings. A few stay, and go below to find a berth for their few possessions. A few stay to ask Mac about him being joined, then they congratulate the pair of you before going about the process of moving.
The stocky dark skinned man asks if he can set up his lab somewhere. He has been working on a substance that will change the world, and he wants to be able to finish his research. Gregor asks to be promoted to either carpenter, shipwright, or engineer. Mac standing behind both men nods accent, offering to show the dark skinned fellow to an appropriate location if you agree.
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Post by Sugarphix on Aug 10, 2015 5:22:47 GMT -5
Tsunami questions the man on the nature of his experiments. She asks how much room he will require, and when he expects to have time to work on such things. She points out that aboard the ship, his duties are what earns him his pay, so if he is tinkering with other things to shirk his duties, his pay will reflect that. When he tells her that the experiments involve fire/exploasions, she finds him a space just under the uppermost deck and away from the masts, so that in the event of an accident, any damage to the ship would still be above water and their means of conducting themselves still in tact. She also warns him that any damage done to the ship as a direct result of his concotions would result in his pay being docked further for the ship's repair. If he can live with those conditions, she wishes him well.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 10, 2015 7:27:17 GMT -5
"While others nap, sing, play music, or chat. I work my lab. It is what I live for. When my experiments prove fruitful, yours will be the ship hurling balls of iron while others throw pointy logs." The twinkle in his eyes is that of a man in the throes of something he's passionate about. "As to the safety of ship, my lab has barrels with sea water. I pull a cord and it rains." He twittles his fingers like rain falling. "No worry for fire. I pay damages, no problem." He nods repeatedly while he talks, and follows Mac to the appointed space. Gregor waits for your decision patiently.
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Post by Sugarphix on Aug 10, 2015 9:12:36 GMT -5
Tsunami watches as the two men dissapear. She turns to Gregor. "You are welcomed to take the position of carpenter, since there is currently to ship to build, and no need for an engineer. I will serve as the ship's doctor as well, but you can aid me when needed. For this I will grant you the standard slightly higher wage, and my thanks."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 10, 2015 9:36:40 GMT -5
Gregor shrugs, "I'm just happy to be back on the sea again." Gregor heads below to stow his belongings. Mac moves up beside you, "Twenty crew, Gregor and I with a share and a half, you with a double share, and the ship accounts taking five shares..." He trails off adding, "Twenty-seven shares. Not bad. My last ship had eighty shares." He shakes his head, "Should make more if we work the right angles."
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Post by Sugarphix on Aug 11, 2015 11:09:07 GMT -5
Tsunami smiles over at you. "I guess our second order of business then will be to secure an appropriate job." Mac raises an eyebrow at her in a silent question. "Well now Mr. Monsoon, it seems to me that yer role as Quartermaster denotes that it be yer responsibility to ensure that the crew is satisfied with any issues that may come up." She leans in close to you and you are aware of the hard lines of her stays pressing into your chest. She gives you a long congratulatory kiss that forces you back a few steps. She moves with you, not holding back until you come up short against the wall of the outer wall of the captain's quarters. She pulls out of the kiss, and looks down at you. "It seems that an issue do be arising right now, and as part of the crew, I'm not sure that I be entirely yet satisfied."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 12, 2015 6:09:15 GMT -5
Mac nods, "A paying job will go well with the job we have already." He pauses, then continues, "Your previous crew escaped prison, but they must still be on the island. The only ships that go to Bal'Rackaer Island are prison transports and navy ships, and those are not likely to pick up hitch hikers. We're going to rescue them and the Sea's Song too." He nods as if that settles that.
When you break off the kiss, he looks quite serious, "It seems I have been negligent in my duties. I will rectify that immediately." Then Mac picks you up by the waist, and throws you over his shoulder. With one hand firmly holding your bottom to keep you in place, he uses the other to open the captains quarters you both share. Tossing you onto the bed, he looks down at you with hunger in his eyes, "I am going to invent a quick release for those stays of yours one of these days. He says with a smile as he crawls onto the bed, kissing you as he crawls until you're laying on your back, with him above you. His deft fingers already working the lacing on your stays. Inch by inch the lacing comes away, and the kisses drift lower and lower once the stays come away.
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Post by Sugarphix on Sept 12, 2015 9:56:57 GMT -5
Once slumber has left her eyes, and the languid smile from their love-making has run it's course, Tsunami rises and dresses. The light still intrudes through the windows lining the back wall of the ship, and she knows they haven't lost too much time. She grabs an apple from the table and bites into it's crisp skin, savouring the feeling of the sweet juices that run down her gullet as she slowly sucks and chews. She considers Mac's words from earlier, his offer to find her former crew and ship without being asked touched her deeply, right through the heart. She had fallen in love with him again, and she was now itching to get out onto the open seas.
She watched him come to, now halfway through her apple, satiated in every way. Well, there was a distinct lack of rum at the moment, but that was solvable with a quick trip below deck to the galley. She sighed, life was good. Now they just had to find a paying job so that the rum would last. She figured that having the extra coin would also cover costs for any repairs and upkeep the ship would require. A ship this size would cost expenentially more money to keep afloat in ship shape. Once they were sailing, she didn't want to have to stop for anything until they reached their goal. If the sailor with the ebony skin could achieve what he was searching for, it might also be worth her while to be able to offer up the funds he would be needing to set up a store of whatever the result would be.
"Where do you suppose we might be findin' a job that would satisfy our needs?" She queried him. "I hate waiting."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 16, 2015 8:56:14 GMT -5
Feeling her eyes upon him, Mac stretches slowly, holding the stretch for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary. Rubbing his face with his hands he stands and begins to dress. "I have a couple leads, I do be holding out for a petecular job though. The job would be a rescue from the same island we need to get to for your crew. I will head out and meet with me contacts now." He kisses you soundly, and gives you a gentle pat on the bottom as he passes out the door.
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Post by Sugarphix on Sept 16, 2015 17:30:04 GMT -5
Tsunami stops you at the door.
"Wait!" When you turn, you see her prop her tricorn upon her mop of blonde hair. "Shouldn't the job in question be procured through the captain? I do be thinkin' it might be in our best interest if I were to size said man up. Also, after havin' to rescue ye once, I'm not sure that I be wantin' to let ye out of me sight so close to our departure."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 16, 2015 18:00:25 GMT -5
Mac rolls his eyes, "I'll not be getting myself captured again so soon, I'm not the princess in that story..." He trails off a moment, clearly trying to remember something, "Ah, that do be it. The Princess, and the Plumber. A tale of many castles." Mac laughs, mumbling through his laughter, "She was always in another castle." Looking at you seriously, "This contact is on the run from the Somerset Isles the same as yer previous crew. I do be unsure how he will take to me bringing along an extra person, even if that person is as beautiful as you are." He smiles the smile you like best, and winks, "But ifin' you do be wanting to come along Captain, you do be most welcome." He bows exaggeratedly, but is smiling to show that he's joking.
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Post by Sugarphix on Sept 29, 2015 18:11:02 GMT -5
"Well now, Mr.Monsoon," she teases you, "I'd never call you a princess-" cough, to-yer-face, cough, she feigned an annoying rhumetism way down in her chest. "More like a damsel in distress. Er," she tried to correct herself, "a da-shing young man in need of assistance." She finished proudly, and with a nod of her feathered captain's hat. "I'll trust ye to go and come back to me safely, bring us some work, and a little something to celebrate bein' back on the sea with tonight."
She gives you a brief kiss on the lips, and a slap on the arse as you leave her quarters. Once you're gone, she begins the tedious task of unrolling the sea charts, and begins to pour over them, trying to discern the most likely place her kin might be hiding on their vessel, or try to guess which port might have served as a likely friend. She tried to begin mapping a course for the Sapphire Rover, but she could only go so far without a definative destination. After what seemed like hours, she threw her hat down on the table along with her headkerchief, and ran her fingers through her thick wavy locks. She was frustrated, but she felt a little better having at least some semblance of a plan. She rerolled the charts and replacing her hat, went out to see how the crew were coming along in their preparations to set sail the following morning.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 3, 2015 6:43:36 GMT -5
Mac slips out of your quarters, and heads for the gangplank. Gregor falls in behind him, his massive hammer resting over his shoulder bringing you an extra layer of security. Setting to work on the sea charts, you study the currents and the overall layout of the Somerset Islands. The prison island is located there, about a days travel from the nearest island. There are three sea routes that will take you to the island. The fastest route is heavily traveled by both merchant vessels and Somerset Navy vessels. The next shortest route has to navigate through some rough shoals, but has next to no Navy presence. The final route is the longest, but avoids any tricky sailing and common Navy routes.
Your crew is handling themselves well, everything is mostly in order already. They're dealing with many of the extra chores that normally get put on the back burner for more important tasks. You address a couple things that you probably could have ignored, but you want them used to following your orders.
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Post by Sugarphix on Oct 8, 2015 20:06:47 GMT -5
Tsunami waited eagerly for Mac's safe return. Even though she believed he was competant, it takes a special kind of man to be this revered among such a diverse crowd like her crew, she still had trouble shaking the thought that he might not make it back to her. Her mind kept reeling back to her waking that first night to find him gone. She had hated that helpless feeling, and she didn't mean to lose him again. She realized that she had started pacing the deck, and decided to change her course so the men wouldn't see her boredom. She climbed the rigging to the crow's nest and revelled in the view out to sea. She also had a clear view of the docks and roads leading to them, which her eyes kept flicking back to every time her mind started to wander back to Mac.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 2, 2016 21:31:08 GMT -5
It is pretty late when Mac and Gregor return to the ship, and they return with company. Gregor excuses himself once back on board the Sapphire Rover, and heads below decks after a friendly nod to the Captain. Mac brings the two strangers to stand before the Captain, "Captain, this do be Embros, Embros Maewyn." He says gesturing a thumb over his shoulder toward Embros, who nods simply in greeting but otherwise stays silent. "and this do be Orellow Avnec." He says, gesturing over his other shoulder with his other thumb. "They do be a brace of men hired by our new employer." Mac walks past the captain to lean on the wall picking his nails with a knife that neither of you saw him carrying the entire evening.
Embros wears studded leather, and is armed with a rapier. His hair is worn in a single braid down his back. He carries a backpack, with a scroll case strapped to the side. Once you get him talking he speaks gruffly, but with respect, in short bursts. His tone is often commanding, rather than suggesting, although he never directly commands. He stands with his back straight, shoulders back, his head tilted slightly down which makes him seem more menacing. His eyes seem to take in the slightest detail, and when he stares at you, you feel weighed and measured.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 2, 2016 22:05:43 GMT -5
Orellow Avnec is a tall built man, he wears a smile on his face almost constantly and speaks in joyous booming tone. His hair is black and slicked back, save for a single curl on his forehead. He wears leather studded armour with a symbol of a fist clutching lighting upon the chest piece. He has a back pack slung haphazardly over his shoulder with a short sword and shield strapped onto each side of it. You'll also note his bedroll is neatly rolled up and strapped to his waist, separate from the rest of his gear. "Greetings, Captain!" He booms and bows in an overly exaggerated display of respect. "Quite the amazing vessel you have, if it is not too much trouble, I would like to know where I will be bunking so I might get comfortable." He asks. One directed, he'll head off so he knows where he'll be staying and then he'll take some time to explore the ship proper to get a feel for his new environment.
(Nat 20+6=26 perception of the ship and 17+6=23 Insight for the crew. The dice know, man. This is what Orellow does best)
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Post by Sugarphix on Jun 5, 2016 6:03:48 GMT -5
Tsunami spends a great deal of time lounging in the crows nest, sitting back and enjoying the freeing sway of the ship below her as she stares up at the patterns that the odd scarce cloud make in the otherwise perfect sunny blue sky. Her attention snaps to and her eyelids fly open wide as she realizes that her lids have begun to become heavy with the rocking of the boat and the comforting sounds coming from the docks. She banishes the sleep from her mind with a brisk head shake, and stands, once more glancing up the road by which Mac had left the ship. Silly really to continue looking after him, the man knows so many ways around this town, that he's just as likely to come up for air beside the ship out of nowhere as to return by the way he left. Her tummy growls, and she decides by the angle of the sun that it's time to leave the crow's nest.
She climbs down the rigging and down into the hold of the ship where the captain has already begun chopping food for a meal. All is well then. The homey smells coming from his pot trigger another unladylike squelching from her mid-section, but the cook only nods and drops a wink at her as if he's used to that being the result of his hard work. She excuses herself after a short bit of polite conversation, and as she is taking the stairs deckside, she hears one of the men sing out a greeting to Mac. She doesn't rush to meet him, there is no need, but something coiled tensely inside her loosens and sets her free with the realization that he has returned safely and of his own free will.
She gains the deck and spies Mac returning with two men in tow. She moves to meet them near the gangplank. "Captain, this do be Embros, Embros Maewyn, and this do be Orellow Avnec. They do be a brace of men hired by our new employer." Mac then goes to nonchalantly lean on the ship and begins cleaning at his nails. It isn't lost on her that he has introduced the men, but has neglected to introduce her to the new clientelle. She wonders if he has been talking about her on the way, so as to feel no need to do so, or if he's just ill-mannered. She looks at the two men in studded leather, one hulking, the other jovial, and takes it upon herself to introduce herself.
"Welcome to me vessel, the grand Saphire Rover. I do be Captain Tsunami-" her voice cuts off for a split second as she hears Mac cough under his voice "Cutter", which brings a one-sided smirk to her lips before she finishes, "-Monsoon. Ye be very welcome aboard, but mind that while here, ye'll be treated as a member of the crew, expected to follow the rules of the ship, and to lend a hand where needed, should the need arise."
The tall happy one responds and surprises her by bowing in an exaggerated manner. She wonders if he's making fun of her, or if he's just the flamboyant sort. She hopes it's the last. She knows it will hurt their purse if she has to kill him for his insolence before they reach their destination. He seems friendly enough though. "Ye both will be granted a hanging berth below deck. If ye wish to drop off yer things, I guarantee no crew member will touch them under pain of death."
When Orellow goes below deck one level, he will find neat rows of hammocks, some of which containing men, others swaying emptily with the lazy movement of the ship. The space is being filled by a wonderful smell as the cook prepares the evening's meal.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 8, 2016 20:55:31 GMT -5
Embros doesn't move when the other man goes below deck. He just stands in what the soldier types call attention. When you look his way, he adopts a less formal posture with feet apart exactly a shoulder width and hands held together behind his back. "Captain, may I have a moment?" Assuming you let him, he continues, "I have considerable knowledge of both the island, and the routes to and from it. Were you planning on taking the Wayvern Ridge Straight, cutting through the Misty Sea, or going directly across open water?"
You recognise the names mentioned from your earlier map study. The open sea is the fastest and most direct route, but is heavily traveled by both merchant vessels and Somerset Navy vessels. The Misty Sea is the shortest route, but has rough shoals. The advantage here is that there is almost no Navy presence. The Wyvern Ridge Straight is the longest route, but avoids any tricky sailing and common Navy routes.
Orellow, the vessel is as others you have been on, and the crew seems capable enough in your limited experience. The one thing that surprises you, aside from a female Captain, is the number of female crew. You find yourself an empty hammock and make yourself comfortable. Along one wall is a set of shelves with a fine mesh strung across the front to hold in crew member belongings. You're surprised again to see that some of the crew has left gold coins sitting open in their cubicles. Either the crew is remarkably trusting or the Captain wasn't kidding about pain of death for thieves. Maybe the talk you've heard about a pirate code is real, or maybe it's more a set of guidelines.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 12, 2016 16:17:24 GMT -5
"Chump change" A girl with long god awful yellow-orange hair and a one piece white dress laughs as she swings back and forth lazily on Orellow's designated hammock. Orellow's eye twitches a bit as he stares at the gold coins laying in the open. "I am not used to this, just letting gold slip me by" he is then suddenly grabbed by his collar, slammed against the wall and lifted off his feet by the smaller girl. "You will NOT mess this up for us" She barks as rage swims in her eyes. Orellow looks to see how the girl is holding him and she appears to be floating, seemingly weightless except for the pressure on his chest that is holding him up. She turns his head to look into her eyes. "If that investigator gets back to his Highness and tell him anything other then we did our job perfectly then we can kiss that royal loyalty goodbye" She informs him. "Its short term loss, long term gain" She says finally setting him down. She smiles and floats back as Orellow dusts himself trying to retain what little masculinity he has left after being man handled. But, when he looks up he realizes he's already tossed his backpack onto the floor next to him and has laid in his hammock. Orellow's been up all night he could use a little shut eye. He laces his fingers together, puts his hands behind his head and whispers a prayer before closing his eyes and dozing off.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 16, 2016 14:23:29 GMT -5
(Got bored of waiting, Orellow your story continues Here)
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Post by Sugarphix on Aug 9, 2016 18:23:40 GMT -5
Tsunami regards the newcomer, clearly in a millitant pose. She is not used to having anyone related to the "authorities" on board, and frankly, the idea of sharing her route with the likes of anyone unknown to her makes her feel a bit nervous. "Well," she ventures, weighing her options, "typically, I'd choose the rout with the shoals, the Misty Sea, however, this being a relatively new ship to me, and on top of that being manned by a new crew. I'd not chance that rough of voyage until I have thoroughly broken them in to see what they're made of." She looks up at the mainmast of the ship, and is reassured by the sturdy workmanship of the vessel. "I think our best bet would be to take the Wyvern Ridge route. I will look at me charts and make a descision by and by."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 12, 2017 14:07:07 GMT -5
Embros nods, he scans the deck taking note of some supplies for the trip, a fishing net and a stack of buckets and mops for cleaning. "If we're taking that route, I suggest clearing the deck of everything that doesn't strictly have to be there." Embros points out four central locations along the center of the ship, "Anybody that can point a crossbow should have one nearby, and lash spears here, here, there and there to deal with the locals on route." Shouldering his gear, he nods again, "Orellow and I will lend our strength to defend your ship when the time comes." With that said, Embros heads below deck to find himself a bunk near where Orellow is sleeping.
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Post by Sugarphix on Sept 12, 2017 16:02:23 GMT -5
"I will take your suggestion under consideration," Tsunami replied tightly, not relishing the idea of a stranger trying to give her commands on her own ship. Truth be told, it wasn't a bad idea. She had run into all sorts on the open seas, and it did always pay to be prepared. Perhaps this passenger had traversed this route before, and knew something that she didn't. Time would tell. "the next time you wish to educate me on how to conduct my ship, I would ask that you request to speak with me in me quarters. I be not a stupid woman, and I won't ignore sound advice, however I can't be seen to be taking orders from a guest upon me ship neither." She nodded to dismiss him and allow him to proceed belowdeck. Then she returned to her cabin to plot and review the course on her chart. A while later, when she felt that she had chosen the best route to follow, she began giving orders to unclutter the deck. Then she went down to the hold to find out how many cross bows they had, and which of her able bodied crew could shoot straight.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 12, 2017 16:42:53 GMT -5
Embros shifts back to a soldiers attention stance, but simply says, "Noted." with yet another nod to your admonishment.
Taking stock of your ranged weaponry, there are enough light crossbows for the majority of your crew. A few sailors also have heavy crossbows, and Gregor has what amounts to a small folding ballista that he somehow keeps in one of his many pouches bristling with tools. The course plotting goes smoothly enough, you've poured over the charts already. This route is easy sailing between and around several islands that have very steep cliff faces overlooking the ocean. Unless the locals Embros mentioned have wings, they won't be any trouble to your ship. A crew member brings a manifest for you to check over, and with your supplies accounted for your ship is ready to set sail.
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Post by Sugarphix on Sept 12, 2017 18:04:15 GMT -5
"Weigh Anchor!" Tsunami called to the crew, and a number of the crewmen rushed to the capstan, ready to start pushing it's wooden bars around as a team. Tsunami called the youngest member of the crew out of the group. As eager as the girl was to learn all there was to sailing, Tsunami informed her that her aid would be put to better use with one of her other skills. Tsunami told her to fetch her instrument, and soon Anne sat cross-legged and began to strum a rhythmic and jaunty tune on her lute to set the beat for the men to step to. Eight of them started straining under the weight of the anchor as they moved forward inch by inch to haul it up off the bottom of the ocean. Eventually, they were underway with the wind in the Sapphire Rover's sails, and they had left Clifton behind them. Tsunami breathed the clean salt air into her lungs, now unmarred by the stenches of the textile businesses like the tanners. She finally felt free, and was relieved to finally be taking a step towards saving her family and recapturing her parents' beloved vessel, the Sea's Song.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 12, 2017 20:23:44 GMT -5
The crew casts off the bow and stern lines, and pushes off the dock with long poles. Your vessel is towed away from the docks by one of Clifton's tugs. Once in the bay, your crew casts off the tugs lines. You bark orders, and your sails are quickly unfurled. The crew moves well, and knows their work. You notice a few things here and there, some of which you correct right away, others you just take a mental note. Before long the waves are smashing against the hull, and the sea breeze is blowing back your hair.
The next four days go by uneventfully, the crew begins to become accustomed to each other, and life on board the ship. Orellow even manages to pull a few fish from the sea, and take down a bird on the wing. Embros trains for an hour in slow motion every morning, working through sword forms with careful precision. Gregor can be seen regularly adjusting the rigging, or adjusting how something is set. His changes are usually subtle, but your keen eye can see how each small change can work to add a bit of speed here, or a touch of maneuverability there.
On the fifth day, while Embros goes through the motions, Orellow sings out that there is a silhouette in the distance. You look where he is pointing, and spot it immediately. At first you think it's a bird, but no bird is that big...
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