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 Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 12:03 pm
*seeing Melaria fall to the ground, she quickly took over*
You two! Yes! Ye scurvy lads get her to the medical deck! Hurry quick!
*she turns to Melaria's crew*
Alright, since the enemy is falling back, I want ye scalywags to help with the riggin' on deck. Go! Let the sheets fly and the wind take us to a happier port!
*she turns to her gun crew, who are busy reloading cannon balls and pushing powder. She sees a younger boy pushing around a keg of powder to the crew, and thanks whatever god there might be for the sea that her gun crew is dependable.*
Come on! Double-quick! Ye be swimming to Davy Jones' locker if ye be slower than that!
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:55 pm
*John thinks to himself*
These sails are in pretty bad shape...
*Hope then came to John's eyes in the form of gun crew running to help with the rigging, then he looks to everyone helping in the rigging*
Main objective, keep the mast standing and sturdy and keeping with the winds.
...and watch your heads.
*John himself continues work with the sails*
We're almost out of there range, keep it up
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 12:26 am
<< Continued from Wardroom >>
Syn dashed up from delivering the Captain to the Doctor and Jaden, arriving just in to see them carting away Melaria. She whistled dismally, watching the scene with a frown before turning back to the others, gazing at those up in the rigging with a sense of helplessness since she did not know much about rigging besides tightening the knots, vowing that if they escaped the clutches of the Boadicea she would teach herself some of the essentials for every sailor to know. After all, being an accountant wasn't enough. So, instead, she looked to John, who seemed to be giving most of the orders now.
"Sir! What can I do to help?"
She swiped at the black soot smeared on her face that was getting in her eyes, looking as if someone had punched her in the eyes with the rings around them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:36 am
*Aeoess' vision came back, and she quickly ran to the brig and grabbed her that Destiny gave her and decided to make it even more useful. She climbed up to the bigger sails and began to patch up the bigger holes using the blanket. Luckily she also had a needle and some thread with her.
If all went well the gunmen of the other ship would either miss or the Lady would be out of range.*
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 11:14 am
*Looks down to Syn*
Just apply all of your knowledge towards keeping the sails going. I f a rope come loose tie it back up, stuff llike that.
*Looks to Aeoess*
Good thinking; I myself cant even sew, it prolly be the death of me wink
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 12:38 am
*After what seemed to be an eternity of fighting, and the Lady's new color of blood red; the Boadicea cannons were now only able to splash water onto the Lady, which in good hopes means the Boadicea is out of range*
This blood is gonna take away to get out, and the mast is about to topple over. All the sails a torn with quicky patches , joy....
Keep moving forward, we dont know what to expect, and lets NOT find out...
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 12:00 pm
"I agree with you totally Mr. John. Keep the sails moving lads!"
-He continued to lend a hand with the sails to keep out of range.-
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 12:35 pm
Upon seeing that the cannons of the Bodacia were only splashing the Lady with seawater, the guncrew of Destiny's cannon turned from firing, and began to pull the fallen timbers off of her. As they pulled splinters of wood away from her, they noticed the one in her chest. After a brief discussion, they agreed to let the Doctor handle that piece, as long as they could get her down to the Doctor in time.
They finished pulling debris off of her, and picked her up by her shoulders and knees. Carefully they manuevered her down down the hatches to Sick Bay.
(continued in the Sick Bay.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 2:19 pm
"BEAR UP! LOOK ALIVE AND BEAR UP. ALL HANDS TO WEAR SHIP. BRING US ALONGSIDE, HELMSMAN!
RUN OUT THE GUNS AND PREPARE TO FIRE INTO HER HULL. ON MY ORDER'S ONLY!"
*The Boadicea glided along under a full press of canvas. Her jib was pointed directly for the Ladies stern. Though her Main was shot away, they cleared the wreckage: it drifted to leeward as she moved silently on, towards her prey.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 9:28 pm
*she taps John's shoulder*
John, I don't think we're out of this yet....
*she points towards the Boadicea*
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 12:43 am
*Responds to the tap on the shoulder*
scream GHAAA!!!!!!!, CAN'T THEY WAIT TIL ARE SAILS BE READY!!! scream
*John throws an empty bottle of rum towards the Boadicea*
theres only so much human hands can do....
stressed stressed stressed
Alright Ares, I guess we better get back to what we been doing
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 10:27 am
*Aeoess began to sew faster, and was hoping to get some assistance, but the job had to be done either way. One on of the larger sails was patched up she moved to another sail with a small piece of her her blanket that wasn't used yet, and began to patch up all the holes and the rips that were on it.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 11:13 am
"Blast my stuby little fingers! I'm doing the best I can with this bloody sewing!"
-He aided Aeoess with the opposite side of the makeshift sail.-
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 1:39 pm
AHHHHHHH!!!! scream , I poked my finger with a sewing needle crying
*Finishes his first patch, but as soon as John rejoyess, the patch fall off*
... stare
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 7:47 pm
*Aeoess laughed a little and kept sowing.*
"Thank you both for assisting me.
John, are we almost out of range yet?"
*After noticing his patch fell off Aeoess tore a piece from the blanket and gave it to John to use as a patch.*
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