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 Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 2:10 pm
*she made sure the gun crew was safe from the storm, and when no injuries were observed, she went about the ship, looking at others. She stumbled upon the Doctor, who was busily trying to stitch himself up while twisting his head one way and his wrist the other. She smiled to herself and shook her head. She walked up to him and took the thread and needle from his hand, and proceeded to help him out*
Doctor, you should know that trying to ignore your injuries for this long is a bad idea. It wasn't too long ago that it nearly cost me my life...
*she smiled at him as she finished stitching him up and proceeded to grab some of his bandages and wrap it up.*
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:22 am
Slowly bandaging one hand she looked out over the now calm water. Looking around the ship she saw the crew hard at work, doing what repairs they could. She knew she should help, but for a while she just wanted to sit and let it sink in. Her breathing had slowed and was now even and her pulse had calmed, the breeze rustled her hair and she felt a renewed energy. Using her good hand to lift herself off the stair she walked over to the main mast to access the damage to the sails.
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 10:56 am
Reluctantly accepting the help Miss Ares forced upon him, Baxter sighed, "I was fine. I've had worse happen to me."
He lowered his head; "I'm sorry, I should be more grateful of the help people offer me, thank you."
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 10:26 pm
Well, yes, you should, but...
*she sighed*
I'm quite the same, I suppose. It's alright though. Someone has to be a hard-heart around here.
*she smiled at him as she finished his bandaging.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:31 pm
"Aye aye, Cap'n! Promise not to hit any o' those rocks!"
With the aid of Myre (well, okay, he did most of the work), Syn kept the ship on course, watching the waves rise and fall, shaking the last of the water out of her hair. Droplets sprayed everywhere and she laughed to herself, keeping a firm grip on the helm even though Myere had much more control over it than she did. Tuslo came out of hiding in the cabins and landed on the railing next to her, keeping a weather eye on Myere as if he were a scary monster who might gobble up his mistress at any moment. Syn chuckled and removed a hand just long enough to pat his head, something most parrots disliked but Tuslo seemed to enjoy.
And, if Myere was watching her, that same odd shimmer of something unexplainable that Jaden had witnessed flickered over her and her parrot in an instant, disappearing almost the same moment it had come.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 12:07 pm
*Descending from his pacing grounds, Kurisutofa's heavy steps resignate as he stepped from the break of the quarterdeck, down the steps and began to inspect the condition of the ships rigging from all sides.
Along the gangway, he peered into the mass array of ropes, wood and canvas. If they continued under reefed topsails and fore togallants alone, they should never reach Gibraltor in time to catch the next tide and the shift in the trades. Not to mention, he wanted to send out a press-gang while anchored out on the spit. They should need a greater crew if they were to circum-navigate the globe.
Crossing from the starboard side to the port, he ran his hand over the well worn windlass, the anchorchain and the leadcables. The best bower, the anchor, was perched solidly upon the cathead: it's home seemed to small for such a large occupant. Patting it, he turned and walked aft.
The larboard gangway seeming so much different with the bustling activity of the crew about the entire deck, but then to see all the Officer's crammed onto one side of the quarterdeck out of pure traditional respect for their Captain. It was enough to make him chuckle and fall out of his quiet offical stature.
It was said that when he was in this mode, this 'man of great position' persona, that he seemed to grow three fold. Not in only physical, but spirit. With this rushing wind at his back and the ship cruising pleasantly, it was his true place in life.
Re-securing the running gear on one of the 22 great guns that now sat quietly snuggled into thier resting places, he lokoed up and watched as the Doctor pulled a great piece of glass from his shoulder; Miss Ares dressing the wound. Reassuring to see, that the crew could handle itself. Sure they were all to proud and full of their own stuff to normally let someone else bandage them, but it's when they opened up and allowed such to happen that they really showed what their captain wanted to see: Teamwork.*
"Miss Ares, I should like to give you my compliments on a job well done indeed. She rides as if the guns had been rmoved entirely. Well done indeed. Once we're out of the straits, I should like to drill the crew in their gunnery. I'll inform you when the time comes... Oh, my dear Doctor...
What a mess you've made of yourself. Not too deep I hope. May you recover quickly. We've much work to do, and if you'd like some time to practice your worldly hobbies, I should think that you'll like our destination of all things."
*Grabbing hold of the main'backstay, he hoisted himself up onto the larboard rail and leaned against the shrouds. Flipping his coat off from his sword and away from his waist, he rested his hand their upon the pommel. An artist with paint and parchment would have done well to have painted his portrait at that very moment.*
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:16 am
Looking up at the sound of his title, Reginald acknowledged the Captain, "I'll be fine, and as per our destination; I go where the boat takes me."
However the Captain's words got him thinking; he didn't really have any "worldly hobbies" aside from his books. So he actually wondered what the Captain was suggesting.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 1:34 pm
*Ares stood back from the doctor and the Captain, and nodded at the Captain's orders. She decided that this drill would be the most celebratory yet, since they were new to the ship and to the crew. It would be a great day, when it came.*
Aye, Captain! Give me the word and the Lady be blastin' away!
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:00 pm
"Aye. I shall, Miss Ares. As for now, you and your crew shall have the evening watch: 4-8pm. Make sure that they regularly flip the glass and strike the bell on the hour. It is vital that our time-tables be kept proper.
After your done bandaging up the good doctor, please dismiss your guncrew below for their supper. I'm sure that they'll enjoy the extra ration of grog that I've instructed Miss Destiny to distribute along with their dinner. As for you Miss Ares, I should like to ask if there is anything I can do for you, as a sign of thanks."
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 2:47 pm
Destiny stepped back out onto the deck, after hours below in the galley, fixiing dinner for the crew and Captain.Pausing for a moment, to let the brisk sea breeze blow through her long hair, she then turned, to look for the Captain.
As she walked along the rolling deck, it pitched and heaved beneath her feet in the never-ending rhythem of the ocean. She moved with long-practiced grace, having been on one ship or another for over a hundred years.
" Captain, I have dinner ready for the crew and yourself, whenever you feel up to coming down. Its set out, and the extra rations as well. Might I say its a pleasure to back at sea, sir. Especially under the command of so noble a pirate!"
She made a half-bow, turned, and went back down to the galley.
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 9:08 pm
*Turning to meet Destiny's glance, he lept from the siderail to the deck.*
"Ah, yes... pirate. Such an unjust title, don't you think?"
*Pacing about the deck with his hands clenched behind his back, Jack spoke to those who would listen. The thought had been on his mind for months.*
"What we did in Toulon might wreak of pyratical tyrrany, yet alas it was not. Our attack on that besieged city was more of a liberation for those Innocents: those every day citizens. They were being held hostage in their own village by strange men who's families lived 17,000 miles away. Victims & Casualties of a war that is not their own...
So, though we might have taken what we could afterwards, and we might have been a little unorthodox about our approach, we can not call what we did pyratical in anyway possible. We did our civil duty..."
*Looking up from the wooden flooring, he gazed about haphazardly.*
"Oh, I'm terribley sorry.
It's just that... well, nevermind."
*Placing that stern look of professionalism on his face once more, he stepped up onto the quarterdeck and placed the bosun's whistle to his lips.
A loud shrill shreiking went throughout the ship.*
"Miss Beumont! Turn the glass and strike the bell if you'd be so kind: four times.
Mr. Ares, please dismiss the watch below for supper.
Now, if you ladies and gentleman would excuse me, I must see to matters of business in my Quarters.
Miss Destiny, I shall take my dinner there if you'd be so kind."
*Turning sharply, walked briskly to the quarterway. Descending into the small corridor that led to his main gallery and cabin, he stopped and sat on the step. What had him in such a foul weather? What had caused that odd monolog? Did the crew see him begin to loose face? Hoping for the best, he stood and skipped the last step. Unattaching his sword from his side he set it in the corner. Going behind his desk, he sat heavily in his highbacked chair. Kicking off his boots, he tossed them through the open door that led to his small sleeping quarters, containing mostly his cot.*
"Saltwater & Distance shall wash away my troubled mind..."
(|Continued in Captain's Quarters|)
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 11:11 pm
Hearing the call for dinner she quickly decided to dash below deck to where her trunk was kept to change out of her saltwater soaked clothes. She could see where some patches were growing thin and would need repairs before long as well as new shoes whenever they reached port. Walking down to the Captain's Quarters she wondered if she has kept a small comb with an alabaster handle in the trunk or if it was lost long ago...
(Continued in Captain's Quarters)
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 6:30 pm
*she thinks about the captain's offer*
Hmm...
*goes to dismiss the watch for supper*
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 1:23 pm
* Jaden came up slowly from the decks below, now holding her bandaged right hand with her left. The cuts and bruises of her little "trip" down the boat still seemed to smart as she came above deck. As she looked around, she could see Miss Ares standing behind the Doctor. She had bandages in hand and had just finished sewing up the Doctor's fresh gouge in his shoulder. She sighed to herself, wondering why he wouldn't let her help him earlier. A tad angry at herself for not pressing the issue with him further whilest in the infirmary, she instictually squeezed her hands into fists, forgetting of course, that her right hand was badly injured.*
"Damned hand!!! Of all the stup..." She started to yell at herself, before realizing that her outburst could be heard by those above deck.
*She was just as suprised at her own audible rant as others were. Turning a violent shade of red, she coughed loudly, turned around to look behind her as if it wasn't she who had uttered the cursed sound and headed off in a different direction from the Doctor, Captain and the rest of the crew on deck. She needed to find something to do to take her mind off her pains as well as her newfound embarassment.*
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 9:49 am
"I told her to get some rest," Baxter sighed. "One day her stubborn nature will be the death of her."
Baxter shook his head as he realized that she was just as stubborn as him, and that's what was upsetting him.
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