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 Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 9:16 pm
*walks up on deck in a discumbobulated fashion tripping over imaginary rope and sliding on imaginary soap, then leaning over the rail and #uughhgguooh! hwagh# yes, he did it, he, cubby, puked over the railing of a ship, now that is just wrong.* oh my ... some, random, deity?... what happened? were am i? were did the pretty girls go, i remeber a pub, and flirting with a beautiful girl, then some guy, going back to the ship very fast,... and black, then waking up, coming up on deck and loud noises people yelling, then, i must have slunk off again. what's happened, anyone? *looking around hopefully cubby realizes no one cares and go's up to the bowsprit and sits on it and begins talking to the maiden head, maybe she'll be able to tell him... in this state she very well may rofl *
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 3:04 pm
((What in the name of Jonah, did Mr. Cubby just say?))
*Reappearing topside, the Captain laid aft of the scuttle and made for the binnacle box. Opening a small drawer on the side, he pulled out a spare blackcheif and wrapped it about his neck. Grabbing the starboar rail, Kurisutofa descended down the fiferail and grabbed hold upon a stayline. Thrusting his arm threw a ciol of rope that sat upon a belayingpin at the base of the mainbraces, he tossed it over the side and flung his weight over the siderail. Like a marine over a rockcliff, he repeld down the Lady's side and dung his boots down into the merky sand.
Struggling to see where Mr. Ilor had gone to, he made his way inland and begun to see spots that he took to be the Crew hard at work. Spotting a large, looming grey figure amidst the heavy rain and dreary fog, Kurisutofa came alongside the first mate.*
"How go things about ship, Mr. Ilor? I hope all is well."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 6:47 pm
((Mr. Cubby is totally plastered, that's all I caught... ^^;;; ))
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 7:36 pm
Destiny had just happened to work her way to the bow of the ship, when she heard a familiar voice over the wind and the rain.
" By the great horned whales! Its Mr. Cubby!' she thought to herself.
Cupping her hands around her mouth she hollared " Hey Cubby! Good to see you back on the Lady, where you belong!!! Missed you.. had to do all the menial work myself-seeing as how my slave ran off-" She winked at him. " Grab some tools and get to work.. there should be a beaker of hangover remedy still in the galley. Get yourself a swig, then get to work!
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 8:11 pm
((I'm confused what the hell is cubby trying to say?))
*Seeing the captain swing beside him, continues working and answers the captains question.*
"Aye sir, things seem to be goin just fine as far as I can tell. Considering the cercumstances of coarse. We should be close to having The Lady clean sir."
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:26 pm
[[ I understood the jist off it. N' I could have probably held up a steady conversation with rambling liek that, I do it daily. /: ]]
-She'd continued with her work, the smell was starting to really bother her. The hankercheif wasn't doing any good no,w it was soping wet, along with her hair. She'd forgotten her hat in the nest, but it was pointless and dangerous to get it now. She kept on working.-
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 5:55 pm
*Looking about the cleanly scrapped hull*
"Very good, Mr. Ilor. An extra tot of rum for the Crew once the job is completed. See that Mr. Quasan belays my order of the fresh coat of paint. It's best if we apply the paint once the storm subsides. So, let's get this nasty business of cleaning the hull finished and we'll refloat her on the next tide."
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 4:45 pm
((I'm not gonna have internet for a week or so, I'm moving. stare please feel free to npc my character!))
*Smiles and nods in agreement with the captain, He continues his work. Lifting his head from with work to see the progress so far, he notices that it's getting pretty close to done. He gets back to work and quickens his pace a bit.*
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 10:08 pm
*Grabbing a spare scrapper, the Captain settles himself near the bow. Getitng straight to work, he quickly rids the Lady of her vermin and continues down the side of the hull. Foot by foot, he works his way astern.*
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 10:53 am
Upon the rise of the sun, the girl would open her eyes. Looking from side to side cautiously, she would slowly sit up and throw her feet over her bunk. Her feet would then slip into her light sandals as she stood up and stretched, eventually brushing the rinkles out of her skirt before tightening her corest and pulling the flap of cloth away from the window, allowing the soft beams of light to fill the room before she would slowly open the door and step into the darkness within the hall.
Creeping up the stairs, she would, as quietly as she could, get herself to the main deck, wincing every time her foot would press down against a creaky board or anything of the sort. Though when feeling the cool sea air strike her face and the smell of salt water tingle within her nostrils, she would smile and relax. Her hands would lift above her head, stretching herself out a bit more before quietly creeping her way towards the railing of the ship. Arching her back a bit, she would lean forward and press the soft heels of her palms down against the railing, the nails of her fingers digging into the familiar wood before she would tip her head to the side.
It had been.. Ages since she had last allowed herself to be seen upon the ship. Since she had last even participated in any of the affairs that happened upon the ship; her home. The last thing she could remember was the auctioning off of Mr. Cubby, which she had bid on, but never won. Chuckling, she would then look over towards the mast, following the sturdy wooden beam with her eyes, up towards the sails. A faint smile played upon her lips as she watched the sails dance in the wind, hearing the snapping sound of the fabric when each new gust of air would fling itself against the fabric. All the familiar sights and sounds seemed to calm her, bring her back into a state of mind where she had missed her home and wanted to, once again, be part of the family. She knew, though, that if she were to be discovered, there may be a period of time that she would be scolded for her lack of appearance, though she did deserve it for she had wandered off again without warning and hadn't returned for months upon months on end.
Wrinkling the tip of her nose, she would then turn her head and gaze towards the horizon, wincing a bit as the sunlight pierced straight through her eyes, causing an aching sensation at her temples due to her light sensitivity. Yet she couldn't resist looking, and watching as the night sky faded into many different colours as the sun rose. Closing her eyes, she would keep the image of the sunrise within her mind before pushing off from the railing and turning her back to the sun, opening her eyes briefly to look around once more before she would start walking around on deck, awaiting for the crew to rise and notice her return.
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 9:55 pm
((SHE LIVES!!!))
*As the forefront of the storm passed overhead, the wind began to die down to a dull roar. It seemed as though they had entered into the eye of ther storm. The rigging ceased it's complaints, the water lapped at the stern, rather than punished the keel. The rain ceased and the sun shown down threw a startling opening that peeked at them from beyond dark forboding clouds. The sun felt warm on the drenched and salted skin of the Crew of the Lady Washington.
From the waist of the hull, the Captain had finished his scrapping and the side looked as good as new. All she needed now was a fresh coat of paint and she'd be just fine. Her planking had seemed to keep an unnatural good condition and hadn't seemed to need replacement. The fine Lady would soon be refloated and ride out the rest of this blasted white squall.
Tossing aside his tools, Kurisutofa whipped the sweat & dew drops from his browl and looked aloft. It was a gorgeous sight to see that the storm would give them mercy. As he was about to make for to order the stowing of the tools and the ready to get underway, he fixed his sights on the rarest of all good and holy things. There, umongst sheaming oak and mahoganey of the wet decks, his grand daughter had returned to them from her wonderings.
Nyssa Andu had grown. She was no longer the small little girl that held the hand of her grandfather upon the Quarterdeck. She was grown now, a girl of at least teenage years. She had matured into a beautiful young woman. Kurisutofa was proud of Nyssa for all of her accomplishments, but he still would reminice of her as the little girl that searched for his hand in the darkness. He would never let that image leave his mind. Now she had returned to the Crew. A smile crossed his face as he finished his work.*
Welcome back...
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 4:43 am
* As the storm raged on outside the now darkened shop, she noticed the Doctor step out into the sheets of rain and duck around the corner of Madame Mimfry's hovel of a shop. She thought she heard him say something but a crack of thunder deafened her ability to hear his words. The wind whipped around the store again, slicing deeply into her skin. She left her bag upon the table where she had almost finished packing it and ventured to the doorway to see if she could ask him what he was doing once more.
The lightning split open the sky as she looked around for the Doctor at the shop's delapitated door. As he didn't seem to be in any of the shops that she could see from where she was, she tried to listen over the drumming of the rain against the cobblestone streets. The awning, under which she stayed to keep dry, seemed desperate to rip from its brackets and bindings as it flapped violently in the wind and rain. She poked her head around the edge of the building to where the seemingly deserted alley was and spied the Doctor trying to bathe in the natural shower of the storm. She hadn't taken a whole shower or bath, merely washed away the grime from her face, so his "shower" was very appealing at this point. Her eyes widened and she began to blush furiously after realizing that she was staring at the Doctor for a little more than a while before ducking back under the awning and going back into the Madame's shop.
Jaden tried to finish packing up all her items and, without thinking, grabbed some of the other items laying around in a desperate attempt to still look busy after the Doctor came back to the shop: a basic oversized black pirate's shirt that laced up the front and dropped to just above her knees, a thin black belt with a silver buckle, a black velvet hooded-cloak, and from Madame Mimfry's own private stash, another pair of newly made black boots. She had just finished refolding her pieces as the Doctor came back to the front of the shop.
The storm began pummeling the earth and the City of Toulon after a few cracks of lightning and the deafening rolls of ground shaking thunder swept over the area. The wind ripped through the winding streets and bit sharply at the physician's skin through his coat.
As she started to head back to the door, she saw the other Doctor come swooping down behind him, and holding bread up to the Doctor's throat. Confused and unsure of the suprise drop in, she stayed back a ways away from the door as she listened to their conversation. Their interaction was comical, to say the least, although confusing at first. Jaden moved closer to the doorframe in order to listen to the rest of the conversation more clearly, still trying to stay out of the way of both doctors as they finished up their conversation.*
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 10:21 am
Noticing that Jaden was ready to go, Baxter turned to Morgan.
"Well it's been fun, but we must be off, several things to do before the day is done."
Reginald turned to Jaden, "Shall we continue on then? I would like to go to the spirits shoppe as well as the apothecary to restock my supplies. God willing, I'll even make the Library to acquire some new pieces for my small collection."
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:00 pm
It had been years since she had been this close to water, and as she walked down the dock taking in the sights and smells of the sea she kept her eyes alert. Spotting a tavern she stepped inside welcoming the shade. Settling down into a corner booth she ordered herself a sandwhich and pint. Scanning the room casually she looked for familiar faces. Remembering the last time she was here brought tears to her eyes and searching among the faces she tried not to see his everywhere.
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