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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 24, 2005 6:26 pm
(Sorry I've been away so long, I've been very busy refurbishing boats and working at Keyport Boatworks.)
*A whistle and a yell is heard from above in the rigging*
"Land! Havannah on the starboard bow! Tack sails and haul all halluerds. Bring in sheets. Prepare the moorings. We're here."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2005 7:40 pm
*jumps up and does a little jig*
Yay!! We're here! Finally!!!
*gets to work with a smile plastered on her face*
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2005 8:05 pm
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2005 8:38 pm
((Hello, I know this is kind of an awkward place to join in, but is there any way you can slip me in someplace? sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2005 8:51 pm
((I'm new to I'm just gonna wait to join in when the ship docks.))
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 5:29 am
Sparrow blinks, then turns from her perch in the crows nest to squint down at the captain. Hearing all his orders, she shakes her head and laughs a little before taking out her scope to get a better look at the land.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 8:19 am
*as the ship nears closer to the land, Ares tacks the sails. After she's accomplished that feat, she goes to the railing on the deck and looks over at Havannah. A smirk crosses her face as she starts thinking of all the havoc she could render upon Havannah.*
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 8:54 am
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 12:02 pm
((wait till the ship docks then ask the captain))
*notices Havana is finally in sight. He lights a cigar and leans against the mast, and keeps to himself*
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 4:42 pm
*the ship, ready to dock, appraches the docks, kubain, meanwhile, continues drinking his rum, waiting for the captain to appear on deck*
it seems to have grown quiet lately...
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 8:22 pm
"I need one man to accompany me to swing onto the docks to tye her up. Kubain... your my man. Grab the aft line and swing out. DONT MESS UP or you'll end up dead on my bulkhead."
*Grabbing the foreward line at the bow, he swings himself out and onto the dock. He brings the mooring line to the cleet and wraps it in an eight and coils the extra rope. Signaling to the crew onboard...*
"Alright, heeve in slack, tye off and tidy ship. Put on your Sunday best Lady's and Gentlemen... We're going to Town"
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 8:45 pm
*looks at the captain, relieved that he has work*
on it!
*kubain swings from the aft line and ties the boat down to the dock, keeping it from moving anywhere*
gone and done sir! Anything else before i head to town?
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 8:56 pm
YAY!!!
*she pulls in the slack and ties it off, then goes below. She changes clothes (of little she has), and goes to the harbor. She walks towards town*
What to do first...
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 5:30 am
Sparrow puts down her scope and squints down at the dots scurring around on deck. Figuring the crew is anchoring, she sighs and climbs down the rigging. "Another day, another port, another cause for dressing lady like." Sparrow grumbled at the thought of dressing proper, but it seemed to be what the Capn' had said. Going bellow to rumage through her sea chest, she comes up dressed in a white cotton pirate blouse, a bustier, and an odd aray of skirts.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 7:57 am
*She walks towards town dressed as a lady, though a little different from most already there. She was wearing a black cotton pirate blouse, with a vest-like bustier, a skirt, though much shorter than what most "ladies" wore, and her boots, still a bit muddy from St. Lawrence. She kept it simple and light, but never forgetting her most precious asset, her pockets. After all, she was a theif. She walked a little faster, heading straight towards the metals shop, where she could procure the rest of the materials for her robotic dog.*
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