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 Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 2:55 pm
* As the weather subsided, and the wind lowered to a dull roar, Myere looked about the deck. Miss Beumont had moved below to see if there was anything to be done, but Myere knew better. Asking the captain for orders at this point in time was likely suicidal. He'd sooner have you flogged than be assaulted with questions.
Thinking this over, Myere called after Syn.*
"Syn!! Befour yu bather das capitan, look aboot das ship und sea vat there is to be dan. There is nevah notink to be don. Alvays werk. Infakt, vhy dunt yuu go aloft und see dat duh sheets arh all seccured?"
*Winking at her, he smiled. Untying himself from the rope that bound him to the deck, he lashed the tiller in place and walked to the leerail*
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:05 pm
Baxter didn't even turn to face Miss Kale. "I've been a nomad all of my life. I have never stayed in one place for too long. To be honest, I'm honestly not sure of what I'm going to do."
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 4:59 pm
"I see..." Jaden said slowly. She thought carefully for a few moments and cautiously asked,
"So there is no strong reason for you..." she hesitated precariously, "... to want to stay on the boat?"
*She turned her head slightly towards the Doctor and quickly dropped her gaze from his face to the deck before resting her chin on her shoulder and finally returning her eyes to the sea. If she was red before, she was scarlet now.*
"Why does such a simple question affect me so?" she thought to herself as she tried to hide within the tendrils of curls flying about her face.
*She dropped her head once again and closed her eyes. She slid silently down to the deck of the boat so she could once again sit with her knees pulled up to her chest. The Doctor's lack for conversation at this point only served to confuse her more. She was dying for him to say something, anything. Yet his sparse conversation gave her no more insight into his future plans than when she first asked. She took in a deep breath and sighed to herself, muffling it within the bandages of her right hand.*
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:18 pm
*As the 'Lady' approached the Rock of Gibraltor, Myere retook the helm and carefully guided her to the port by two points. Once about the rock, the winds would shift and the ship would be drawn out into the open waters of the Eastern Antlantic Ocean.
As the captain's coxswain, Myere took teh responsibilities of tacking the ship upon himself. He always thought he;d make a good officer, but seeing as how he couldn't speak English very well, he avoided having to yell out orders. Now, on the other hand, was completley different.*
"AHLL HANNDS TO VHERE SHIP! MAINE & FORE'SLE HAUL!"
*Coming around the western edge of the Rock, Myere put the tiller hard-over. She responded immediatley, her stem pointed into the wind and then was blown onto her new course. Setting onto her new tack, the ship would then ride up the Spanish-Portuguese Coastline.*
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:26 pm
Still refusing to look down at Miss Kale, "There are several reasons why I should stay, and there are several why I should go."
Reginald leaned his head back and propped it onto the mainmast and took a deep breath. He lowered his gaze back to the sea and continued; "This isn't an easy decision for me to make, and it's something that I must have time to think through. Old habits die hard, you know. I'm still not used to having a set place that I can call home."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:41 pm
*Aeoess heard what sounded like gibberish as she was cleanng the deck and ran to the source of the order (Myere)*
"What do you need?"
*Aeoess stood waiting for her order. (Eventhough she knew that she would have to go to the 'nest soon to look out for anything...Not just that but she also knew that she problaby wouldn't understand him easily..)*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:45 am
Dr. Morgan watched as the ships passed thier way through the Straits of Gibratar, in and out and sometimes even skipping over the city, conducting commerce from around the world. It took him a good amount of time to prepare his device, a ludicrous peice of equipment that he would be lucky to get off the ground.
It was shaped like a triangle, with two spars coming out from the front, angled toward the back. He had used scrap wood cut into thin, strong poles to build it, so it was quite heavy. Beneath the upper part of the frame was a square support, intended for holding onto. The man in the bar had gone on about balance and how utilizing it could change the direction of the gliding device. Thus, there was a sling suspended from under the canopy, and both sling and canopy were made from stolen sailcloth. The Sapphire wouldn't miss her replacement jib sail, now would she?
The device had been finished for several hours and secreted away in a stand of bushes by the time the Lady Washington came past. It took the doctor until the ship was almost around the rock to recognise her. In a flash, he had the glider out and was gathering his things for departure.
"Here's to hoping this works and I don't owe Fortune my soul for putting heed in the words of a half-drunk man"
With a final rude remark to the monkeys of Gibraltor rock, the green-haired man ran down a slope and into a headwind. After about 20 yards, the glider began to lift off the ground and the doctor put one last burst of energy into te takeoff before lifting off the ground and into the air. Once airborne, he hoisted himself into the sling and surveyed his situation.
"Now what?"
He had made several mistakes in his takeoff. The first was that the craft was crude at best and was steadily losing altitude at an alarming rate. Despite this, it still looked as though he would overshoot the Lady by a significant distance, even if he were to shift all his weight forward, thereby aiming the contraption downward.
He was running out of decision time. He had been airborne for less than a minute and had already lost a significant altitude from his original launch point of roughly 1000 feet.
He hastily decided to make to skim above the ship, putting all of his weight forward. The craft buckled and veered crazily downward- he'd mistaked how much weight to put into his movement. He fell at an alarming rate, and was soon nearly on top of the ship. he removed himself from the sling and hung from the bar, causing an immense amount of wobbling in the process. Now, instead of heading toward the quarterdeck as he had inteded, he was now aimed directly over the middle of the Lady, with no way to adjust his direction.
The glider crossed 10 yards or so over the middle of the ship, with Morgan hanging on for dear life. What had at first seemed a good idea was now ridiculous and possibly fatal. At what he deemed to be the best moment, he released his hold and catapaulted to the sails below.
He smacked bodily into a taut sail, and the crunch from his ribs indicated that this had been a very big mistake indeed. part way down the sail, he managed to catch hold of a rope, severely burning his hand in the process. By the time his fall was fully arrested, he was barely holding on to concoiousness as he watched his glider lose all control and tumble into the ocean a short distance away.
Dr. Morgan, now in great need of his own care, pulled his way along the rope to the ratlines and slowly eased his way onto the deck. He was a having a difficult time breathing and his ribes were on fire, but both legs appeared to be functional. he ploppped himslef down on the deck, regardless, and began to examine his hand and feel his sides for which ribs were broken. A young sailor looked at him in utter bewilderment.
"I be blamin' th' monkeys fer all 'is. Coul' ye be fetchin' me a big str'p o' cloth... 'r somethin'..."
<< Huzzah for improvisation. Sorry for any complications this causes, I want aboard the bloody ship. >>
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:04 pm
*Jaden was about to say something in regards to Baxter's comment, when she heard Myere shout out the order for all hands to the sails. She got up quickly, looked desperately into the Doctor's eyes for a moment as if she wanted to say something. Instead, she bit her lip and turned to try and work on the sails with some of the others.
She wasn't of much help with the sails with her injured hand but she did have a good ear.*
"Was that... yelling... I just heard?" she wondered to herself before looking around quickly. No one had fallen overboard, but the voice seemed rather distant. Once again, the sound of confusion and yelling came from a distance, but she soon realized it came from above.
"What the...." She stared up into the skies above the masts, jaw slack, and saw a triangular sail floating steadily and sharply downward from the sky to the sea below. Hanging onto the sail was a man. A man she was fairly familiar with. A man who looked as if he just let go of the oddly shaped sail!
"AHH!!! Good Lord, Reginald! Look up!" was all she could shout to the good Doctor. She didn't hesitate as to the proper way to address him, for this was far too important.
*The man from the flying sail smacked like a dull thud into one of the sails and somehow grab onto a line, sliding further down to one of the booms. Obviously injured, the man still worked his way over to the Main Top before working down the ratlines and finally to the deck. She stood, still gaping like an idiot before him as he spoke to her.*
"Uh...... yeah um...." she shook the stupid and stunned look off her face as she searched around the deck as the others worked and spotted the Doctor's bag. She scooped it up and found some bandages wrapped up inside.
"Doctor, come on over! This certainly isn't MY area of specialties" she said hurriedly as she looked over his raw, bloodied hands and noticed him holding his side.
"Doctor Morgan, sir... couldn't you have simply found a row boat to get out here?" she said sympatheticly as she pulled out some antiseptic from the Doctor's black bag.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:55 pm
((Sorry I haven't been around, if anyone noticed. I've been keeping up with the reading, but I haven't had two seconds to rub together lately. Schoolwork. Chemistry should die. Sorry again.))
*Omi stood gawking where she stood a ways off. Were her eyes decieving her, or had she really just seen a man fly? Actually fly? She had thought it impossible. People can't fly! And yet there he had been, up in the air like a bird, or more like a kite, really, bu still. There was probably something she sould do to be useful, but Omi was just way too flabbergasted to register anything at the moment, not that she'd know what to do anyway. How did he do that?*
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 1:28 pm
Hearing the commotion behind him, Baxter turned around, and he could not help but laugh at the site he saw. Both of the contraption, and of Morgan's sloppy boarding of the ship. He had seen such contraptions before at the advanced institutes in London, but nobody was bold enough to attempt to fly them without a tether holding it to the ground.
"Morgan, one of these days, your going to attempt one of these stunts and find yourself dead for your trouble." Reginald went over to his bag and procured the last of the linen he used for bandaging, including the washed and remains of one of his own shirts. The shirt was sufficient enough to bind Morgan's torso, which he did. He then found an empty pale on the deck and tied a rope around the handle. He lowered the bucket into the sea and pulled up the pale full of seawater.
"Okay, Dr. Morgan. Your going to love this next part; put your hands in the pale for a few seconds there, won't you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:27 pm
Dr. Morgan was slightly miffed by Baxter's reaction to the situation, but recognising the comedic value inherent in the situation, he let it pass without comment. He chuckled painfully at the comment on the subject of death.
"Well... I be sure tha' th' devil's... 'ad 'is share o' chances... woul'nae... ye say?"
He winced as the other doctor bandaged his torso. He had found four broken ribs, one on the left and three on the right where he had taken the worst of the landing on the sail. Morgan grumbled about being able to deal with himself but followed Dr. Baxter's instructions, putting his hands in the seawater despite the pain.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 1:15 am
*Stepping out of his cabin, he pulled on his coat and patted his hat atop of his head. Having heard the call from a Midshipman that they had raised Gibraltor, he had decided that it was time to retake his rightful place upon the Quarterdeck.
Coming ondeck presently, Kurisutofa peered out to the spithead of Gibraltor, the English Fleet's main anchorage. As he gazed out upon the rollin waves, it became obviously relivent that something of great importance had taken place as he was below in his cabin, for there were no hands to be seen in t he rigging, and those who he did see seemed to be going forward towards the bow. Gazing down upon the foc'stle hatch, there sat his old friend Doctor Morgan. How he'd come aboard, he hadn't the slightest, but that was of no matter: he'd ask him of his exploits at a later time.
Gripping the leerail, he looked to his helmsman, Mr. Vanstring.*
"Myere! Why wasn't I informed that Mr. Morgan had come aboard?
As Captain of this ship, you'd think that I would have been one of the first to know... what is the world coming too?"
*Descending from the Quarterdeck, his sword sheath clanking against each small wooden step, he paced along the gangway and gazed through the group surrounding Master Morgan. As they parted at his arrival, he stared in wonder as Morgan bled all over his beautiful gleaming deck.*
"Oh, dear...Miss Aeoess, take up some sandpaper and a small bucket of watered down tar if you'd please. See this deck properly sanded and re-tarred. Make it as good as new: better than new...
*His medical background not being as firmly based as Dr. Baxter or Dr. Morgan's, Jack did nothing more than loom over the already crowded guest. He seemed almost huge compared to the rest of the crowd. Deciding to put his authority into action, he grimaced, put on his authority face and yelled to the loitering crew: Jack seemed to almost increase in size when he did thus. Not in weight or width, but in overall size.*
"Get back to work, you lazy loafers. I'll have no doddling aboard this ship.
You there, clap a hand on that stay'sle sheet and haul her taut. The rest of you into the tops and continue the tacking proceedure..."
*Feeling the sting of disgruntled crewmen, he frowned to the best of his ability and then proceeded to hastle the crew back into their work. Once everyone had departed, Jack retook his place next to Reginald and Robert: the latter of the two having bled even more profusely about the deck. Miss Aeoess had her job cut out for her.*
".. And what, may I ask, happend to you, sir?
Well, if nothing else, it's good to have you aboard."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:18 am
Destiny watched in amusesment from her perch between the cannon, as the good doctor came aboard the Lady.
Tucking her sketchbook and pencils into her satchel, she made her way over to where Dr. Morgan was getting his wounds cleansed and bandaged. Gingerly she stepped behind the Captain, and to the side, where Dr. Morgan could see her, but she would be out of the good doctor's way.
" I'm Destiny, ship's cook. Welcome aboard. Would you be hungry sir? Supper was just a bit ago, but I"m sure I can make something that would taste faily decent. Just let me know what you would like.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 1:37 pm
*With the flurry of activity, it seems her actions had been for naught. Doctor Baxter had swooped in to help Doctor Morgan, and the huddled group around the doctors squeezed her out of the area so she could not help with what was needed. A gathering of the crew had pushed in around her and the doctors so she wriggled back away from the area. She stood outside of the group, not knowing the Captain was behind her. His call about lazy loafers cut her to the quick for it was she who found the Doctor falling to the deck and it was she who ran to help him before anyone else.
She turned to the Captain and was about to say something, but instead bit her tongue, formed a fist with her sore hand causing it to throb terribly, fumed a little and turned to do some sort of work. The Captain must not have noticed it much, for he went on to address the injured Doctor.
Jaden grabbed the ratlines and started up to the Main Top to work on the tacking procedure. She wasn't very informed of many things on the boat, but the zigzagging maneuver was familiar to her. Hopefully she didn't loose hold of the riggings because of a wounded hand.*
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 4:52 pm
Dr. Morgan looked up at the approach of the Captain and listened as he sent the crew off to their duties and asked how Morgan came aboard.
"Well, Cap'n, it be a long story, an' like as no' bes' suit'd fer after a meal, as the fine lady there jes' segges'd. An' no miss, I dinnae think I kin stomach much af'r tha' fall. Back tae 'ow I came aboard, though. I dinnae wan' tae take up too much o' yer time, cap'n so I'll give ye th' shortn'd version. I were lef' 'ere by me ship, see- I wen' ashore fer an erran' an' th' Sapphire arriv'd in por' near soon as I set foo' ashore. Th' Rescue fled an' I wen' tae 'ide ou' on th' rock- signalled 'em tae go on 'ome. Th' fleet arrived soon af'er- I've been up on th' rock fer entirely too long. Damned monkeys drove me nigh on mad, so I took th' advice of a drunken scholar abou' a flyin' machine. Fergo' tae sor' ou' th' landin', I be afraid. An' tha's 'ow I came tae be 'ere."
He coughs harshly and realizes he has spilled the bucket and the water has mingled with the little blood that came from his hand and made the entire deck appear bloodstained.
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