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 Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 3:52 pm
"Eet's a pleas'ure to meak yur aquaintance, Syn!"
*Holding fast to the spokes, the wheel jerked to and fro in their hands.*
"Doughnut worry avout das Kapitian. Heal jot yur name down in das books wance dis squwall dies avay. Un'teal then, concedar yur'self Cox'sun's Matey."
*With a broad smile, his cheeks flashed a blushed red in the cold sloshing rain. Their breath seemed to mingle about and then get swiftly carried away by the harsh winds. Looking forward, Myere called to the Captain.*
"Kapitän! Tis storm shall lazt four'ever at dis rat! Yur Ordurs?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 4:28 pm
*Bringing a swift, strong stroke of the axe down upon the last halliard-line, the maintruck of the foretopgallants went by the board with a loud whip-like snap, slipped off the side of the ship, drifted off into their wake, now some eighty leauges out of Toulon: East'Sou'East... and was gone.
The weight now being scuttled over the side and cast off, the ship lurked forward and coming out of her perilious roll to larboard, seeming taller than ever before. Her remaining sheets filled with the wind and the ship was set underway once again. In the maintops, Jack could hear the topmen give a loud, even thundering 'HAZZAH!', and a men beginning a song:
'Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roll Jack...
Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roll Jack.'
*As if rehearsed, the Crew of the Maintops burst forth into song, loud above the thrashing waves and surf. Overly inspiring & yet calming...*
'Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget your ol'e shipmates... Rolly Rolly Rolly Rolly Reigho!'
*Over the loud singing, the german helmsman, Myere could be heard bellowing to him for orders. It was quite clear to him what must be done.*
"IF WE CAN'T SAIL THROUGH THE THING, BLOODY WELL SAIL AROUND IT. DUE SOUTH, MR. VANSTRING!"
*Smiling at the suprised helmsman, Jack looked to rigging. It would hold out. Ordering for the topmen to bend a sheet to the jury-rigged forestay, they sheeted home and the ship undertook a new breath. As the prow of the ship crashed through the heaving waves, the 'Lady' seemed to sail smoother, as if gliding on ice, but with momentary relapses.
As the wind roared high overhead, Jack placed the axe back in the wooden case and mounted the quartersteps. Patting Myere's shoulder as he passed on the weatherside of the quarterdeck, he looked to Miss Beaumont.*
"If you want to learn seamanship, Miss Beaumont, this here is your man."
*Chuckling aloud, he passed onwards to the binnacle companion. Grabbing his weather hat and coat out of the inner compass house, he put them on and tapped the hat firmly onto his head. Looking up to the tops, he grabbed the speaking trumpet and demanded his orders.*
'Masthead Ahoy! Continue your song, Mr. Willamey!"
*With laughter, the rigging erupted in yet another 'huzzah' and the song retook it's flight. The sound and image could only be compared to that of the sight of unknown masses of birds in the jungles of the African Congo.*
'We have worked the self-same gun: Quarteredeck Division.
Spounger, I and Loader You through the Whole Comission.
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget your ol'e shipmates... Rolly Rolly Rolly Rolly Reigho!'
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 4:53 pm
" 'Cox'sun's Matey', eh? Sounds good to me!"
Syn whistled softly to herself as the ship started to move in a smoother manner through the waves, sounding like a bird trilling its song in the early morning. She kept a tight hold on the wheel, a diminuative size indeed not hampering her ability to be of use. The song coming from the crewhands on the rigging drifted down her way and she tilted her head backward, listening to it for a moment before getting the hang of the song and joining in with a clear, if husky, voice. Her singing was broken off at one point with gales of laughter from just the joy of being on a ship, catching her breath then continuing on, winking at Myere with a cheerful smile.
"Why don'tcha join in on the singing, Myere?"
She called him by his first name, 'testing the waters' to see if he'd let her refer to him in that informal manner.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 5:39 pm
*Blushing and biting his lip.*
"Uuugh... well. Hmm... Okay...
*With a deep voice that almost rivalled that of Kurisutofa's, Myere struck out a few chords with a look of utter fright on his clenched, yet flapping jaw.*
Lang haben wir auf der Rollenhauptleitung,
jetzt wir sind sicherer an Land Jack geworfen.
Vergessen Sie nicht Ihre alten Mannschaft Gehilfen
Roly Roly Roly Roly Reigho...
*Shrugging*
'Uh... now yue git eet? I... I'm naught all dat good wit Anglisch.'
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 10:13 am
Syn listened for a moment before breaking into laughter again, but not unkindly. She released the helm with her right hand just long enough to pat him on the back in an encouraging way, a broad smile still on her face. She had been surprised by his deep voice.
"Hoi, ye don't need to look so nervous. You ain't got a bad singing voice, 'tis quite nice infact."
She put her hand back on the helm, wrapping her fingers around the spokes once more as she stared straight out to sea for a moment before glancing back at him.
"'tis an interestin' language ye've got. Could ye be bothered to teach it to me sometime?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 12:32 pm
"Vell, vei 'ave blenty of tyme... vhi dunt ve start now?"
*Nodding as if to approve with himself, Myere looked out to sea and then back to Syn.
His face beaming, he screwed up his face in a determined look*
"Aulvight, usk me a qvestion, und i'l transilvate."
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:49 pm
*Standing tall on the starboard side, Kurisutofa took to his ritualistic pacing ground upon the quarterdeck. Tradition called for Officers & Crew to stand to the port when the Captain was on the quarterdeck, leaving him space to do think. Though it was naval tradition, he still held true to it and always would. Stopping to pat the swivel gun's breech, Jack looked about the ship's people that struggled about the Maindeck foreward.
There a man limped to the foc'stle, here a man with a bloodied temple...
Injurys galore, but not all too bad. The storm had not claimed any souls.*
"Send word for the Surgeon's Mates.
Have them escort the injured and invalids to the good Doctor. Arrange them for appointments by way of which case is more urgent to be cared for. Any able handed sailor with a minor injury such as a fractured hand is to have the Doctor look at it immediatley so they may be placed back on duty as soon as possible. We've not seen a man take a crack on the head yet, so I have a feeling that all's well enough.
Hop to it now... Fetch the Surgeon's Mates."
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 3:14 pm
"Hmm... how do you say 'the curse of the Albatross?'" The capitalization of the word 'albatross' was inferred by her tone.
While waiting for Myere's answer, she glanced over and watched the rest of the crew assemble on the Maindeck. Syn had escaped injuries both major and minor, so she remained up at the helm until the Captain would give her further orders, smiling as the last of the storm faded away and the sun beamed down on the ship. Her soaked clothing seemed to sparkle when the light hit it, the water droplets catching the light. She looked down at herself and chuckled.
"Better than diamonds."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 11:54 am
When the last had been cut away and the ship sat high in the water she allowed herself to drop the ax and lower herself to the deck, using the railing to support her decent. Leaning her back against the strong, weathered wood, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her hands throbbed but her heart soared. It had felt so natural to be moving about the ship, taking orders and giving them, seeing familiar looks in faces of fear and determination. As the clouds thinned and soon were behind them she allowed herself to close her eyes but for a moment...
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 1:30 pm
Destiny, feeling the motion of the ship slowly return to normal, made her way up onto the deck to see what was happening, and to see if the Captain had any orders for her.
As she walked along the deck, she bumped into Miss Melaria. " Hello there. I hadn't known that you were sailing with us. Glad to have you aboard.If you ever want to chat, I'm down in the galley. Feel free to drop by anytime."
As Destiny strolled the deck, she reveled in the fresh scent of the air, and the remenants of the stormclouds splotched across the sky. After being below for the duration of the storm, she was ready for some sunshine and the view of the ocean.
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 7:45 pm
*Watching the horizon as it got closer to them, he could see the far off coast of Africa. They would likely make landfall upon Egypt and the Nile, if they didn't make any leeway. As the ship ground through the hard roling seacrests, Jack went through a few charts in the back of his mind:
The Nile was deep enough for a Brig. She didn't displace too much water, just enough. With half her cargo traded & sold off in the bazaar's of Cairo, the 'Lady' could sail in through the mouth of the Nile, and find her way through the Arabian Canals to the east along th coastline. It would save them eons of time getting from the Mediterranean to the Bay of Bengal in the East Indies, but at the same time they would miss all the wonders of the Western Trade's.
If they followed their current plotted course, the 'Lady Washington' would work her way West to Gibraltor, South Sou'west along the African coastline and then due West. As far as Brazil. After making landfall they would refresh their greenstuff in the galley, take on fresh clean water, make repairs and scrape her hull clean of growth. Then, refloating the ship, they would set their sights for Roaring Forties, the tradewinds off the Southern tip of the America's: 'The Horn'. These winds would carry them across the vast Pacific and put them in Australia in three months time.
From Australia, they would once again take on provisions and make for the Orient, establishing a headquarters based in the Philipines, or the Eastern Isles, where the 'Company' would never find them... and tehre they would be, the Company of the rouge vessel 'Lady Washington', having already landed in Europe, Africa, South America, Australia, India & the Philipines! It would be a Toure de Planet: A World Tour!
.. but what would the crew think? It was a long hard life at sea for so many days, months, years on end. Cabin fever would likely start to hit in the third month, and scurvy if the galley was too generous. Luckily they had their good Doctor Baxter: a fine physician, not your common surgeon. He would do greatly umong this crew. But for the rest? Would they agree to such a voyage? A Voyage of Exploration, Discovery, Wonders, Excitement & Riches?!
Kurisutofa was snapped to outter reality by the voice of Miss Destiny mounting the quartersteps. It seemed ages since he'd last really conversated with her: It was a shame to send her for coffee so soon.
Why not make for conversation?*
"Ah, Miss Destiny! How wonderful of you to join us. I have good news!
Our wind has shifted: We're heading back towards the sun!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:47 pm
((OOC: 'John, this kind of post belongs in the Scuttlebutt, not the Main RP.
You should know better, shame shame...'
We'll see you in the next port we land in, which will likely be either Barcelona or Gibraltor.
So, be patient and post in the Scuttlebutt until then.))
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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