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 Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 1:16 pm
"Okay. I'll be there in a second...hun!"
-He snickered a bit at his comment and continued hosing down the hull.-
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 6:17 pm
-She blinked for a momment, pondering why he had snickerd at his own words. Then it hit her. She frowned saldy and furrowed her brow.- "And why exactly are you mocking me?"
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 8:14 pm
*She was a bit surprised for a moment, regarding Lutra's accompanying whistle, but she didn't do much regarding it. However, she did start whistling harmony instead of melody, and continued her scraping of the putrid mollusks from the hull of the ship.*
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 10:08 pm
*Stops his work and looks at Quasan very confused like*
"Ummm Quasan why are you spraying areas down..."
*He points to the sky to show Quasan that is raining, and it's not any rain it's storm rain which pretty much soaks anything in a matter of seconds*
"...I'm pretty sure the rain can take care of washing anything that needs to washed off away, so if you don't mind, how's about gettin back to scrappin and fix."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 10:48 pm
"Oh, there's sober men than plenty,
And drunkerds barely twenty...
There are men who're over nintey that have never yet to kissed a girl.
But for me a Ramblin' Rover,
Fa'ort me down to Dover.
We shall roam the country over
and together we'll see that world.
I've roamed all over the nation,
taken delight in all creation.
I have cried away me' patience
where the company did prove kind..
When barterin' were no pleasure,
I drunk another measure,
to the good friends that we treasure,
for they are of the ramblin' kind.
Oh, there's sober men than plenty,
And drunkerds barely twenty...
There are men who're over nintey that have never yet to kissed a girl.
But for me a Ramblin' Rover,
Fa'ort me down to Dover.
We shall roam the country over
and together we'll see that world."
*The song rung out over the vast woods as Kurisutofa's deep & low shantyman singing voice echo'ed throughout the very depths of the Toulonian Territory. He'd found the perfect mast, and had hired some of the locals to down the poor thing and bring it back to the ship. About twenty miles behind, the native spaniards seemed to work at a slow pace, but by the time they delivered the mast, the repairs and careening should have been long finished.
Kicking aside what seemed to be a hissing vine, the Captain stepped from the dark, damp, moist atmosphere and into a windy, blustery howling banchee of a gale. Grabbing his hat as it tried to escape his silvery head, Kurisutofa stuffed the large hat into his now buttoned coat and headed for the ship.
Seeing Mr. Ilor high upon a crate, he made for the 1st mate and called out to him, hoping that Mr. Ilor would hear his voice over the roaring torrent that the storm had created.*
"MR. ILOR!! SHIP AHOY! MR. ILOR!!!
ORDERS FIRST... FORMALITYS LATER!
ALL CREW IS TO GO BELOW AND CHANGE INTO THEIR WEATHER SLICKS. IF A CREWMAN HAS NAUGHT, HAVE THEM ROUTE THREW THE LADY'S SLOP CHEST AND OUTFIT THEMSELVES. THESE LADS & LASSES AREN'T GOING TO WANT TO UPKEEP THEIR WORK IF THEY ARE MISERABLE. NOW, LAY AFT, GRAB THE SPEAKING TRUMPET AND MAKE THE ANNOUNCEMENT. I'LL BE IN THE MASTER STERN GALLERY IF YOU ARE IN NEED OF MY ASSISTANCE. I SHALL RETURN TOPSIDE SHORTLY. NOW, GET TO IT, MR. ILOR!"
*Trudging forward to the boarding ladder, he turned and waved to Mr. Ilor. With a smile he calls out*
"By and by, it's good to see your settling into your new place umongst the crew, Mr. Ilor. Does my heart good to see you in a role that suites you. Carry on."
*Once again turning his attention to the ladder, he made his way up and over the side. Quickly grasping the rail, Kurisutofa laid aft and up the quartersteps and ducked down the Quarterscuttle.
Back where he felt the most at home, he warmed himself in a woolen blanket and went to his bunk to fetch a change of clothes & his oilskins & boat cloak. It was a nasty evening out adn it was expectedly getting worse.*
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 7:59 am
"Mr Ilor, please! Do you take me for a fool? I know what I'm doing and I know our current situation. This substance that I'm spraying is my speacial brew that will prevent any future barnacle infestation. Its a type of chemical that reacts to water of the kind we are about to recieve from the storm. I've been testing it out and found that it prevents infestation of any kind as well as molding. Now if you'll please allow me to continue."
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 5:15 pm
Destiny finshed her section of the hull that she was working on, then pocketed her tools, and told Lutra that she'd be right back.
Climbing up the ladder to the deck, she slippped down the hatchway, and down into her quarters, where she found a waterproof slicker. She shook the water from her hat, rolled it up and squeezed out the rest of the water. Then she set it up on a hook, and grabbed a waterproof hat.
Donning the raingear, she went back outside to her spot on the hull.
" Quasan, I've finished a spot on the hull, ready for you to hose down."She indicated where it was, then started working on another section.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 10:32 pm
*Ares turns her attention to the darkening sky. She leans towards the ship, rests her head to the side*
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 9:09 am
"One of these days, Morgan, your trickery is going to get you killed."
Dr. Baxter shook his head and chuckled wryly. "I'll pass on the wet bread for now. I thought you had things to tend to, I didn't know stalking me was among your duties. Are you doing this of your own accord, or does the Captain not trust me after my performance earlier. All I know for sure is that I got off with what seemed to be a rather mild reprimand."
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 10:37 am
*His ear twitches, as he hears his name being called out over the storm. He looks in the direction it's coming from and see's the captain. He can barely make out what he says over the storm, but gets the major points. He smiles and nods, then turns back to the crew. Brings the speaking trumpet to his mouth and begins to shout.*
"Okay everyone is to stop work and get your weather slicks on if you haven't already done so. If you don't have any then go to the Lady's slop chest and outfit yourself with some. As soon as your done with that then we MUST get back to work. Understood? Okay then get to it!"
*Turns his attention to Quasan*
"Okay, but can't you spray her down after we get her completely cleaned and repaired. It would make more sense, and then we would have an extra body helping with maintanace and it would in the end get done faster."
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:43 pm
"I suppose so Mr. Ilor, just trying to help as much as possible."
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 4:11 pm
Discarding the swiftly melting peice of bread onto the ground, Dr. Morgan stops chuckling and returns to a normal state.
"Aye I 'ad work tae dae. 'Tis done nae, an' there be li'l else tha' I kin dae 'roun' ere wit' th' Rescue gone ou' tae sea. I onlae followed ye aft'r I were done wit' me ane job, Baxter. Ye shoul' 'ave guessed by nae tha' yer cap'n does nae ord'r me aroun' unless I be aboar' th' Lady. Nae, le's ge' inside 'r somethin', e'en I'm beginnin' tae get wet."
With an odd look in his eye he fiddles with the chain of his recent aquisition.
"And as fer me trickery gettin' me killed, I 'ighly doub' 't, fer I dinnae und'rest'mate those I prank. Ye've go' bu' a swor' an' a pistol, I 'owe'er am armed tae th' teeth, were ye tae mistake me fer some'ne else. An' though I dinnae doub' yer aim... 'tis 'ard tae shoot be'in' yer back."
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 4:24 pm
"And yer doin a fine job lad, but yer one step ahead of the rest. In most cases that's usually a good thing, but under these cercumstances, not so much."
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 11:13 am
"I did not mean to say he orders you anywhere, more like a request."
Stepping under the overhang out front of the clothing store, Baxter looked at Morgan, "If your getting wet, it's your own fault... this canopy is big enough for the two of us."
He paused and thought for a moment, "And despite your claim, you DO underestimate my abilities. You look at me and see a doctor carrying around trinkets of death, and you don't think much of it. Weapons don't make the man, you know."
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 8:01 pm
[[ Sry, folks.. I need time to catch up on the posts... /: ]]
-She heard the request and quickly hurried up the rigging, though it wasn't an easy task with the rain. Finally, she reappears back on the sandy beach, dressed in proper atire for work and the weather.-
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