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*Holding his hat by the fore'peak, Kurisutofa appeared on deck. Quickly, he made his way aft and peered about the deck as he did so. The wind was builting in the East: superb for the Lady's weatherguage.

Stuffing his hat & coat into a cupboard of the binnacle-house, Jack grabbed the midshipman's glass, mounted the rail and climbed the mainshrouds. Hustling up the ratlines, he soon hauled his weight through the lubbers hole and stood tight against the topta'gallant mast.

Extending the spyglass to it's fullest potential, he peered over the Bay of Lions, and into the Main Shipping Lanes. The wind was exactly what was needed to properly get underway. Yet farther South, a strom was building. A brutal one from the looks of things. But was the crew ready. The stomr would likely fall upon them over the next few days... time was of the essence.*

"AHOY! ON DECK, THERE! ALL HANDS TO MAKE SHIP!
STOW YOUR SHORE-RIG & DAWN ALL WEATHER GEAR.
MR. ILOR!, I WANT LIFELINES FORE & AFT!

HANDS TO MOORING STATIONS! AWAY ALL SHORELINES,
TAKE UP SLACK AND CLEAR TO QUARTERS. MAKE READY FOR SEA.

TOPMEN TO THE SHEETS! LIVELY NOW! LOOK ALIVE!"

*Quickly, he tucked the glass under his arm and he grabbed ahold of a nearby stayline. Riding it to the deck, the only way to fly, he landed hard on the quarterdeck's portrail and he quickly ran down the companionway to his quarters to jump into his oilslicks, leather-hat & boat cloak.*

{(Continued from Captain's Quarters)}

*Coming back ondeck, he hurryed the crew to their appropriate stations. Captain Kurisutofa looked at the rigging. His thought process scanned over every little effect a gust of wind would make upon an inch of canvas sheets. As the breeze picked up, his voice died away: orders lost to the fury of the wind. Grabbing the speaking trumpet, he called to the Topmen.*

"SET MAIN'TOPGALLANTS & THE FORESHEETS! LOOK ALIVE!
MAINSAIL HAUL WHEN READY!"

*Looking about the deck, he realized that he was the only Officer attending his dutys. He'd not appointed a new bosun as of yet & Miss Ares was dealing with the hawse-lines forward, but Mr. Ilor had not yet taken command amidships. Realizing that he needed another officer to relay & give orders based upon their own best judgment, he looked to Midnight, who presently was in the rig' unfurling the mainsheets. Aiming his trumpet at her, he bellowed.*

"AHOY, MIDNIGHT!
REPORT TO YOUR STATION UPON THE QUARTERDECK IMMEDIATLEY!"

*Guesturing to his helmsman, he pointed to starboard. He yelled over his shoulder*

"TAKE HER OUT, MR. VANSTRING! HARD TO STARBOARD!"

*As the tiller was turned hard over, the ship lurched forward with the wind: Mr. Vanstring holding his footing as best he could. Grabbing the bellmount, he clanged the clapper hard against the bell to signal an officer's attentions to himself.*

"LIFELINES! I WANT LIFELINES FORE & AFT!
MISS KALE! GO FORWARD AND RETREIVE THE THICK MENILLA LINES FROM EITHER SIDE. THEY ARE BOLTED TO THE BULKWARD ON ONE END. RUN THE LINES HERE UNDER THE QUARTERSTEPS BEHIND THE MAINMAST! QUICKLY NOW!

MISS OMI! QUICKLY INFORM THE DOCTOR THAT HE IS TO PREPARE HIS MEDICAL WARD & PREPARE FOR WOUNDED. HE IS TO BE STATIONED AT THE HEAD OF THE MAINHATCH UNTIL HIS FIRST PATIENT IS TAKEN BELOW. AWAY NOW, IF YOU'D PLEASE."

*As the rain fell, he pulled his long silver hair into a tail and quickly harnested the years of growth into a tamed mass. Grabbing his large weather-worn, oilskin'd cocked hat, he tapped it onto his head and prepared for what was to come.*

"STEP LIVELY MY LADS! MISS ARES, WHEN YOUR ABLE, GRAB THE MASTER AT ARM'S DRUM AND BEAT TO DIVISIONS! MUSTER ALL SOULS ABOARD!"