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-: Stepping high over the lip of the hatchway, Captain 'Lucky Jack' Kurisutofa reappears ondeck with a firm yet kind loko on his face. Gazing about the deck, he saw nothing that could have been said to be out of place. Every rope was properly coiled and secured gentley upon it's correct pin at the fife. The ship's boats were drawn over the side, loaded with the crews personal belongings, awaiting to be lowered into the rolling blue waves.

Pacing forward, Jack ran his bare palm over the newly painted gold gilt of the siderail that ran along the length of the ship. The douglas fir seemed to breathe under his hand. Smiling lovingly, he patted the heavy great guns as they stood there ready for any that challenged them. Silence had over taken the Lady Washington, and now all that could be heard was the clap of the canvas as it cradled and caressed the breeze in it's rocking yardarms as the wind began to run through the rigging. Every now and again, shouts and calls could be heard across the water, eminating from the Boadicea.

Crawling between the windlass and the foremast, Jack climbed up onto the bowsprit and out onto the jib. Walking out across the slim beam of gleaming wood, Jack passed by the stays'le sheetlines and out onto the jib crosstrees. Grabbing a stayline, Jack looked ouot before the ships bow wave. It was like nothing else he'd ever felt. He was flying, flying before the dangers that lay behind. Looking below, Jack watched as dolphins played in the bow wake and the Lady crashed through an uproll and plunged back downward into the depths, cracking the crystal mirror of a beautifully calm sea. Taking a deep breathe, Jack smiled to himself privately and was reassured that all would be well - or would be for the time being.

Strolling back down the jibboom, Jack pounced back upon the deck with a heavy thud. His boots sounded out upon the deck as they always did, but this time, he took notice of it. Maybe it was a moment of reflection, or maybe it was that time in every man's life when he knows he likely won't ever expierence that event ever again. Either way, Jack enjoyed every minute of his tour across that vast deck void of life. Sauntering back down the larboard side, Jack touched the cap of every gun with the tip of his boot and then mounted the quartersteps. Stepping mid-deck, Jack crouched to spit-shine the gleaming brass bell, the name 'Lady Washington' engraved upon it in grand style. Glancing at his watch, Jack struck out the hour and sat there listening to the resinance of the bell. Straightening from his stooped position, Jack adjusted his coat and turned about to face the enemy.

There she was, Boadicea. Five thousand tons of wood and steel melded together for the soul purpose of hunting for 'Lucky Jack' and his Creed. But now that the Boadiceans had set their sights on their long awaited prey, did that same old luck still run with Kurisutofa? Only time would tell. Stepping to the taffrail, Captain Kurisutofa stood there with his hands firmly grasped behind his back - his fate plain on the horizon.

Remembering that he had yet to do away with his confidential papers and admiralty orders from long since past, Jack fixed a dead eye on that distant quarterdeck, showing blue with the coats of the Boadicea's officers. Turning briskly, Jack strode to the companion house - rounded it - opened the small hatchway door and descended into the Wardroom and his Quarters. :-

|Continued from Galley|

*Walks on to Main Deck*

Ah, What a great breeze.

*Looks towards to the Boadicea*

Well that ruins a good breeze

The twenty man troop fell into their places quite accurately, considering that they were a tad clumsy and ill-equipped. Aside from one or two men who had seen battle before, these men were green behind the ears. Their rifles cleaned and all brass polished to a fine shine, they looked a pretty lot, but what they lacked in a slight dishevled appareance they made up in precision.

Having paced down his file of Marines, Corporal Collingwood straightend a collar here and shifted a rifle there, making sure that all was ready for presentation and review. He had seen the Admiral flog a man about the feet for less than a mispolished pistol, so looking to preserve his men, Collingwood made sure that all was right and proper umongst his boys floating in the fleet.

Keep your witts!, they got some sort of unit lined up; and I wouldnt be surprized if a sharp shooter is about somewhere in there rigging. Keep in mind that we be plauged

*John continues to eye the Boadicea*