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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:45 pm
((Sorry for the delay in my posts, college is pulling me back a little.))
Placing the fiddle and bow aside on a nearby table where they would be safe, Syn hurried up onto the deck, one hand to her forehead and shielding her face from the wind. Her name had not been called out in the orders, but then again what good was a Ship's Purser in the time of a storm? Still, she remained on deck but made sure to stay out of the way of those scurrying about carrying out the Captain's orders. Making her way to the bow of the ship, she stood there with a hand clutching a nearby rope that wasn't being used for anything. Her hair blew about in the gathering wind, her single eye nearly glowing as she stared out onto the white-capped waves.
Tuslo had accompanied her out, now huddling on Syn's shoulder for a moment as he gained a precarious hold. He spread his scarlet wings behind her head, ducking his own head down with his beak beside her ear as if to tell her a secret.
Syn herself kept an eye ahead for the storm and an ear out for the Captain's shouts, ready to jump to business if she was needed. But until that moment would arise, she remained at the prow, looking as if she had spent her entire life on a ship instead of in a bank as she had claimed.
"Who knows, we might have a bit o' luck, eh Tuslo?"
And she smiled.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 3:09 pm
*As the wind ripped about the deck, Captain Kurisutofa could be seen at the helm, assisting Mr. Vanstring with the tiller. His gaze cast about the deck, seeing that all hands were at their stations or seeing to their duties. Slack crewman would be punished on the spot if found... this was a serious matter.
Sea water spilled through the hawser as the prow of the ship broke through a whitecaped 10' footer. Crewmen scrambled for secure lines as they were swept off their feet by the force of the waves. As they were thrown from one side to another, the Crew found their guardian angels as they attached themselves to Miss Kale's taut lifelines that ran fore' and aft over the Maindeck.
As the topmen sheeted home the main'sle, Kurisutofa looked about the ship. He saw no other officers forward issuing orders. All Officer's, aside from Miss Ares, were on the Quarterdeck, as if having tea on Saluting Day. Placing the speaking trumpet to his lips, he bellowed orders forward.*
"MISS ARES! MISS ARES, DOUBLE-DOWN ALL GUNS! SEND YOUR GUNCREW BELOW TO RIDE OUT THE REST OF THE BLOW."
*Seeing that Miss Aeoess was standing idle...*
"MISS AEOESS! GO ALOFT AND SECURE ANY LOOSE ARTICLES IN THE FORETOP. ONCE FINISHED, SEE THAT MISS KALE & YOURSELF REPORT TO DOCTOR BAXTER IMMEDIATLEY AND ASSIST HIM AS HE SEE'S FIT."
*Lowering his trumpet, he realized that the crew amidships needed someone that knew what had to be done. Turning about, he struggled over to Mr. Ilor & Miss Midnight and shouted in Ilor's ear. Though his voice raged like that of a lions roar, the wind carried all away and Mr. Ilor was left with a soft cry instead.*
"MR. ILOR! YOU HAVE COMMAND OF THE SHIP. MISS MIDNIGHT SHALL BE YOUR SECOND. KEEP THE SHIP HEADING ON HER COURSE AND BRING HER THROUGH THE STRAITS. ONCE THROUGH, CRACK ON FULL SHEETS AND SET HER COURSE FOR S'SW48*. PUT US AHEAD OF HER.
MISS MIDNIGHT, YOU KNOW YOUR DUTIES. SEE THAT ALL IS HANDLED ACCORDINGLY. IF MR. ILOR IS UNSURE OF ANY MATTER OF ISSUE, YOU ARE HIS CONFIDANT. SEE THAT THIS SHIP IS SEEN TO SAFETY.
... IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE FORWARD PLAYING BOSUN AMIDSHIP."
*Ripping the hat & headband from his head and quickly stuffing them down the skylight that lead to his cabin, Captain Kurisutofa quickly became Acting Bosun, 'Lucky' Jack and hurried forward.
His boots sounding loudly on the deck, his figure cut a strange oddness on the Maindeck. Not dresed in his normal attire, he looked like that of a man two weeks before the mast... a novice. Grabbing up a slack-line, Jack coiled it as fast as lightening and belayed the rope to a pin on the forerail.*
"LOOK ALIVE YOU MANGY SOBS! SHEET HOME THAT STAY'SLE & REEF FORETOPGALLANTS. OUT THE FLYING JIB AND SECURE THE BOWER. I DON'T WANT NO LOST ANCHORS, DO I MAKE MYSLEF CLEAR?!"
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 4:16 pm
Aye sir!
*she quickly rushed below with her crew to the gun deck. She quickly went through the instructions with them and sent them to work, herself going along to guide them all.*
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:05 am
*He takes in the captains faint instructions, nods and try's to shout back.*
"Aye sir! Come Miss Mignight we must hurry!"
*He rushes as quickly as he can to the helm to take command.*
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 6:56 pm
(OOC: I'm still new to this..I'm assuming aloft means "up" and that the captain wants me to secure the things in the nest..If I am wrong I'll edit this in whatever ways are necessary!)
*After hearing the orders she climbed to the 'nest and made sure everything was secure, then she went to a "Dr. Baxter"..A man she's only heard of..
She saw him in the galley reading. She decided not to waste any time with formalities and get to the point, after all she was there to interupt him a little.*
(Continued in the galley)
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 9:20 pm
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Emerging from below, Baxter stepped onto the quarterdeck to find the Captain working in the Bosun's stead.
"Miss Omi just found me a minute ago, what was it you needed of me, Captain?"
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 9:45 pm
*Jaden swiftly moved over to the hatch that goes to the decks below as the Doctor emerged from below. She had already been heading to the galley so finding the Doctor at the hatch made things much easier for her. Hearing the Captain's shouts however, it was obvious he was not at all pleased at the crew's sluggish snap back into action. She tried her damnedest to keep moving as the waves began to rise over the lifelines she had put up.*
"Reg-" She began to shout but paused a moment, "Doctor, Aeoess and I are to assist you in getting the infirmary ready for any casulties." She looked at him with a confused look upon her face.
*Her face a little flushed and still a tad uncomfortable about her leaving their conversation on poor terms, she bit her lip and looked up at him. The weather was much too important now to waste it on worrying about any feelings of embarassment she may have felt earlier in the evening. She then looked back at the Captain who seemed to be quite a bit busy as well before turning back to the Doctor to speak again.*
"He's busy... undoubtedly so... it's obvious we didn't pick up enough new recruits while in port, otherwise we'd have someone else working at that station he's manning now." She looked around, trying to find Aeoess to see where in the blazes she was.
"Doctor... we should get things ready in the infirmary, unless you don't believe us to have anything else to take care of...Surely you need bandages wrapped in certain lengths, things cleaned, items disinfected..." She looked at him, practically begging for an answer once more as she felt the strong winds and the dangerous peaks cresting over the sides of the boat.
*She could barely keep her balance in this situation and as such started to slide a bit away from the hatch. The rain falling in sheets, drenched her hair and caused the auburn curls to stick to her face and neck. She would pull it back, but as she grabbed for her pouch, she realized that she could not. The Doctor still had the black satin ribbon she tied his letter with. It would serve no purpose for her to check her pouch now for it. She simply pulled her hair away from her skin as another wave crashed against the deck of the ship, spraying sticky, salty water across her hair and face.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 11:16 am
Looking at the stowaway turned crew member, he replied. "One advantage to keeping a clean and neat operating theater, it is always ready. What I'm trying to say is that things are already prepared for casualties except for sand on the floor around the table. As it should be, I won't always have warning to get things ready before something happens."
Baxter jumped aside as a crew member carried something, probably something important, with great haste by him and down into the ship. Baxter barely took notice to the rain and harsh winds. If it wasn't for the fact that he was drenched, you would think he was in some alternate world where it was a sunny day.
"So I guess now I play the waiting game."
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 12:06 am
*Jaden looked at the Doctor, somewhat shocked as he stated that everything that needed to be done was already prepped except for the sand around the operating table. Seeing she had been quite experienced in cleaning the infirmary as well as laying sand once before, she decided that it would be a good idea to still take on that task. She nodded to the Doctor, as if taking the comment as a que to take on the task.
The combination of the rains and the cresting peaks of the whitecaps started to cause the ship to toss about rather violently as she decided to decend below deck to the infirmary. The waves crashed against the side of the ship, causing the Lady to rock hard to port and send items and crewmembers sliding to the lifelines. She tried to get to the hatch before the next wave smashed into the deck but with the amount of water, and the slippery planks of the deck, she lost her footing and slid away from the opening. She shouted to the Doctor and Miss Omi who had been standing behind him.
She flailed her arms around as she slid away trying to grab anything. When things happen quickly, it's amazing how the mind slows down time, for she felt like she was sliding away from them forever with no signs of stopping. Her fingers smacked terribly into the edges of corners, and sliced open over wrapped ropes that had no give and causing scrapes and cuts across her hands. One such failed attempt at finding a firm hold caused her right hand to twist and crack against something of wood and she winced and yelped from the shooting pain. Finally, when she thought her hands would find no firm hold, they seemed to have found an end of rope hanging just within reach as she slipped past anything else tangible to hold on to. The look on her face was a screwed up combination of relief and sheer terror as she tried to find a way to pull herself back up. Her right hand, receiving the blow as she slid down the deck, didn't respond to her squeezing the rope. She slid the rope into the crook of her elbow and used her left hand to pull herself back up.
The boat rocked violently once again as another wave crested and broke above the deck, flooding it with copious amounts of water, drenching her again to the core. Looking through a matted and tattered mass of curls sopping wet from the rain, sea and sweat, she found herself quite confused as to what to do. She tried to get to her feet only to fall to her knees again as the water gushed over the decks. She slowly but steadily worked herself back to the hatch to go below to finish the job she had decided she needed to do. Arriving at the hatch, she looked up at the Doctor and Miss Omi and wanted to ask for help but knew that if she was this hurt, that others would soon be injured far worse than she. The twisted look of obvious pain crossed her face as she attmpted to screw her lips into a determined smile. She failed terribly. She spoke rather curtly to the Doctor, as not to draw attention to her hand, which she was now cradling with her left.*
"Doctor, I'll be going below to prepare the table with sand at the base.... You're going to need it..." and without waiting for so much as an answer, she decended below deck to head to the infirmary.
<< Continued in the Med Deck >>
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 12:12 pm
Tuslo having since flown to safety within the nearest cabin, Syn made her way back to the main deck to speak with the Captain about where she might be needed, only to have waves cresting over the railing and striking her forcefully. Clinging doggedly to a line, she coughed and spluttered as the water passed, staring up at the white-flecked waves that rose and fell over the ship. Her sopping clothes were plastered to her body, her hair hanging in her eye in wet strands. It was getting hard to take a breath, what with the waves breaking on the ship so frequently.
The sky boiled with clouds, lightning streaking across the sky and lighting up the ship and crew members with a stark, if brief, glow. She didn't have any ropes tied around her middle unlike some of the other crewmembers. One without any safety line slid past her as the ship took another massive roll. Grabbing him by the collar, she put his hands on a line and moved on without a word, spitting out water every so often.
"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest... Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum..." She mumbled, treating the classic pirate tune as almost a chant for good luck. She was to the main deck now, slipping and sliding as she kept both hands wrapped around a line, hollering to the Captain as she got within hearing range, "Hoi! Cap'n! Need me for anythin'?"
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:48 am
Baxter gripped the railing as the boat violently rocked from side to side. He vaguely heard somebody say they were going to get fresh sand on the floor. However, before he could reply they were gone.
"If the storm keeps up like this, we are going to be worse than we were after the battle," Baxter mumbled to himself. He slipped once as water came up over the railing onto the maindeck, but he managed to regain his footing. He would have to wait for somebody to be wounded, and even then it would be almost impossible to get to them in these conditions. Or at least that's what the doctor thought until the force of the storm ripped the lines from one of the crewman's hands and flung him iup onto the quarterdeck. He slammed off of the wall that segregated the deck from the inside of the ship.
"Well, maybe it won't be so difficult afterall," Reginald sighed as he loosed his grip on the railing. He quickly walked and slipped his way over to the hatch, opened it and slipped in. he then reached toward the crewman, half in, half out of the hatchway, grabbed him by his foot and dragged him down inside the ship.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 9:39 pm
*Under the low grey tearing sky, half driving rain, half driving spray, the whole sea was white - a vast creaming spread as far as the eye could see. He had seen the Bay of Biscay at it's worst, and the great south-west gales on the Irish Coast: They were nothing compared to this.
For a moment, the whole might have been a wild forgein landscape: mountainous yet strangley regular. But then it was in motion, a vast majestic motion whose size concealed it's terrifying dreamlike speed. Now the crests were curling over and breaking as they came, an avalanche of white pouring down the steep face. The 'Lady' was running almost straight before them, East by South: she managed to strike her mizzen topmast at first light - anything to diminish the wind pressure aft and thus the risk of boraching-to - and the man ropes were rigged along her streaming deck. As his eyes turned to answer the call that he'd heard off to his right, he saw a wave, a green-grey wall towering above the taffrail, racing towards them - swift inevitablity.
He strained his neck back to see it's top, curving beyond the vertical as it came yet still balancing with the speed of it's approach, a beard of wind-torn spray flying out before it. Calling to the Helm.*
"Two Points To Port! Steady As She Goes! Keep Her Jib Pointing Into The Wind, If You Would Mr. Ilor!"
*Half hearing Miss Beaumont's questioning, he pointed instinctivley to the Quarterdeck. As smaller waves broadsided the ship, he shook the salty water from his drenched face and shouted to Miss Beaumont.*
"TO THE HELM! ASSIST MR. VANSTRING AT THE HELM!!!"
*As the helm slowly shifted, the brig moved a trifle from her course: rose, tilting her stern skywards so that Jack clung backwards to the stanchion, rose and rose; and the mortal wave swept under her counter, divinding and passing on to smother her waist in foam and solid water on to bar the horizon just ahead, while the ship sank in the trough and the shreik of the rigging sank on octave as the strain slackened.
Seeing Reginald at the gangway next to the mainhatch, he shouted to him with a childlike grin on his face.*
"Seize Hold, Doctor! Take Both Hands To The Life-line!
What Wonderful Weather We Are Having!
Pray the Sun never returns..."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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