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 Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 8:09 pm
"Thank you Captain. Where am I to bunk, the surgeon's quarters are already taken?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 8:18 pm
"Are they now? Well then, I shall remove the belongings immediatley. I have the personal belief that a Surgeon should be as comfortable as humanly possible. Not only does it let one be comfortable, but your health will be in good order as well. I shall rebunk this crewman. I believe that this is Ms. Reika's belongings. I'll have her take up a berth in my Quarters for the meantime. Besides, she is my grand-daughter. If she doesn't like it, I'll allow her the room next to yours. Its small, but so is she. It should suite her well enough.
*Picking up her belongings, he looks about.*
"Will you be requiring anything, Mr. Baxter? Additional surgoens tools? A meal, a pillow? Infact, that reminds me... Would you be in need of an assistant? If so, I shall assign my grand-daughter to your needs. I believe that your teachings would do great things for her. Though, if you would not like to take her on as a student, I'll understand."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 8:29 pm
"I could use her as an assistant. The pillow would also be of use, as would a blanket if available. As for the meal, if I could bring it here while I get myself siturated, that would be excellent."
Reginald placed his belongings on the empty bunk and waited for further instructions from his new Captain.
"Oh, and as for the scurvy, your crew needs fresh fruit, oranges in particular, and a lot of it. Those infected with Yellow Fever should be quarantined, assigned to bedrest and given a lot of fluids. I do not know what I can do for your first mate. A lobotomy may be of some use, but it could also severly incapacitate his mental functions."
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 8:41 pm
"Mr. John seems to have miracuously regianed his wits. He's shaped up into a fine seaman since his incapasitation. He went in a rambling idiot, and came out a perfect officer. As for your meal, I'll ask our cook, Ms. Destiny, to fix you something immediatley. If shes not available, I'll prepare it myself and bring it to you. Now, mind you... we are extremely low on food stores and are rationing out what we have left. Fruits and the like have run out. My Yellow Fever cases are dead and cast into the depths, so don't worry about that. We are currently awaiting my 2nd Mate and crews return from land. They are seeking a proper anchorage. They should be back within a week. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go fetch you some food."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 8:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 8:54 pm
((Thank you for the thread change notice. Much apprectiated.))
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 8:57 pm
Captain Kurisutofa ((Thank you for the thread change notice. Much apprectiated.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 9:07 pm
((Thanks the Godess for a literate RP'er.))
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 5:50 am
(( Hey.. I"m a literate rpg'er..at least I try to be anyway)))
Destiny looked up from her dagger practice as the Captain entered the galley again.When he told her that there was a new surgeon on board, and that he was hungry, she began preparing a meal for the new crewman.
Destiny walked into the pantry, and looked about the shelves. Mostly empty, except for some bags of flour, a few jars of spices, some cornmeal, and some preserved vegetables. Tears welled up unexpectedly in her eyes... she hoped the recon team brought back some food soon. Wiping them away, she began to take down the bag of cornmeal, and a tiny jar of preserved onions.
Taking the day's catch of fish, she filleted it, rolled it in cormeal, and began cooking it on a tiny stove, since they didn't have enough wood to use the the big stove, ' Bertha'. In a small pot, she baked a tiny loaf of cornbread, nothing really more than cornmeal and water, but it was different.
When the meal was ready, she added the umbiquitious grog, and two chocolate chip cookies to the platter, and carried it down to the surgeon's quarters.
Knocking on the door with her foot, Destiny said " Reginald? I brought your meal. If you would be so kind as to open the door?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:14 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:57 am
-After finishing his meal, he picked up his plate and walked into the galley. He noticed Destiny rumaging through the pantry, hurrying to fix a meal.-
It seems Ms. Destiny is in need of more supplies. I must infor the captain. I think I may be able to assist in rounding up some fish.
-He went back to his spot on deck and searhed through his things for his custom made rod. He pulled it out and assembled it and went to the starboard side of the ship and cast his line.-
3nodding -He hummed a familiar tune while he fished.-
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:41 pm
As he approached the man who was strung up by his wrists, it was obvious that he had been there for quite some time. The lash marks on his back were black and scabbed over. He did not know whether this man was concious or not.
"I've been asked to tend your wounds."
He then untied the lad and lowered him to the deck on his stomach. He reached into his bag and produced a scalpel. He then used the scalpel to remove the scabs to try to prevent infection. After this was complete, he got out the bandaging and produced a small flask from inside his overcoat. It was the last bit of alcohol he had. He used it to moisten the bandage material and he placed the strips across the young mans's back.
"I need some help getting this man below. he will need bedrest for a few days, as well as plenty of fluids. No alcohol."
While waiting for somebody to help him, he began to twist a lock of hair in his fingers again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 11:27 pm
*cubby sits eyeing leftover food*
it would be wrong to let it go to waste
*go's on eating all but on the captians plate and ms. Destinys(i don't like being poisoned or shot) and started for the breads and mead*
oh geebus yes heart
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 7:13 am
Ill help you with him there Time.
*grabs fireboy under his arms surrporting the lift with fire's shoulders*
Ready when you are.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 7:21 am
Grabbing his feet, He began to carry the boy inside the ship.
"We need a place where we can lay him on his stomach."
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