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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 3:22 am
Jonathan lays within his hammock, studying a dusty book in his hand while making notes inside with a quill. He acknowledges the captain's presence only with casual conversation, never really looking up from his book. "According to this, captain," he speaks in a low tone so the nearby crewmen cannot hear his conversation without straining, "the ship's rations are limited to only a week's journey with our current crew load and rationing." He looks up at the mistress with a frown and continues, "Unless we are going raiding, or going to dock anywhere, I suggest you notify the cook to halve the crew's rations."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 7:13 pm
Jamie yawns as she stumbles up the stairs, her pantyhoses with its attaching belt gardner was not visible as far as people can see. She glances around in her sky blue eyes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 5:22 pm
Katherine nodded her head in sheepish acknowledgement. "I'd do exactly that, if we er... actually had a cook."
At the sharp look from the blue coated crewman, she hastily continued; "Many of me last crew sort of jumped ship in Divvytown. You might have noticed the lack of upper crewmen, or anyone really. Without a cook, I'm fairly sure the crew has just been plundering the supplies when they feel hungry."
The silent, stern look of what she was sure was disgust burned quietly into her forehead. Looking away, the captain quickly finished her summation of the situation. "In any case, I suspect we may run out of food and rum far sooner than a week, my boy. Perhaps a day or two, at most."
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 6:29 pm
Jonathan rubs his temples as if he had a headache, thinking to himself. He slams his book shut and steps out of his hammock and into his boots, an obvious look of annoyance crosses his face. "With your permission, captain," he says in as polite a tone as he can, "I wish to be assigned to the task of quartermaster. And I wish to be able to enact corporal punishment on crewmembers who choose to steal from YOUR ship." His tone re-enforces the fact that it is Katherine's ship the crew is plundering. "I'll need two crewmen you can trust who are skilled in combat with all arms, and a crewman who knows how to cook. I'm sure your first officer can find someone like that easily."
He stops to think to himself. "I'll also wish to call the entire crew," he narrows his eyes before continuing, "or what's left of the crew, onto the deck for a little demonstration. Find me one crewmember you dislike." He grins and winks, "Of course, all with your permission, Katherine, my dear."
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 6:45 pm
The dark haired captain had to concentrate on not stepping back as Jonathan stood up, invading her personal space. She'd never admit to the arrogant englishman intimidating her, but the fact of the matter was that Jonathan Graves was ever so slightly taller than her. His casual assumption of power didn't help either, but what could she do about it?
Attempting to gain some control over the situation without appearing to need it, Katherine half-turned, making the motions of going abovedecks. "Do what you feel is necessary, Quartermaster. It's hardly as if anyone else is going to."
She gave herself a mental pat on the back for such a masterful display of her acting ability.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 7:10 pm
Jonathan smirks and bows slightly to the captain, taking a small, thin whistle from his shirt pocket and blow hard, producing a sharp, earshattering shrill, ensuring the rest of the sleeping crew are awakened. "Look alive, men," he shouts out. "There will be a meeting on the main deck in 30 minutes! Failure to attend results in your execution!" He pushes his way past the waking crewmen and kicks the sleeping ones out of their make-shift beds. He continues barking orders to wake up as he makes his way to the upper decks.
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 12:30 pm
Rachel watches Jonathan from the deck. She says quietly to herself, "Wow, he just gets promoted and he is already barking out orders like a dog, oh well at least he seems to know what he is doing."
She lets out a soft chuckle, then continues to watch what the new Quartermaster does to the others as she walks around the deck.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 9:04 pm
Waking to the piercing sound of the whistle, Jemima awakens from her half sleep. Although she had overheard fragments of the conversation between Captain Kruel and Jonathan in which she heard her position mentioned, Jemima did not have the enthusiasm to rise until the wake up call by the the whistle. She hops up and scrambles to the deck where the meeting was being held. There was half an hour to get there however arriving there early seemed like a wise thing to do as she probably had to organise a few things and possibly the thoughts of what else she had to do that day may come back to her. On the way there she got herself some 'pick me up' rum and then continued to stagger past the resentful crew members up to the deck.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 11:13 pm
Confident that at least the majority of the crew is present aboard the main deck, Jonathan blows on his whistle on last time before addressing the crowd. "It has come to my attention," he bellows out, "that some of you have been stealing from the food supplies." He takes his dagger and starts to casually clean his fingernails with the blade. "As some of you may know, this is a offense punishable by death." He shrugs and puts away the small blade. "However, I do understand that this is because we do not have a cook aboard. As your new acting Quartermaster, I will be posting guards to the supply storage with the orders to shoot on sight any intruders." He scans the crowd and rubs his chin, "Is there anyone here that is willing to volunteer as the ship's cook until we can find a suitable replacement?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 11:20 pm
Rachel cringes as she hears that blasted whistle again, she puts her hand on the hilt of her blade, then puts her hand down.
She continues to watch the new Quartermaster make his little speech. She sighs softly so no one can hear her, then closes her eyes for a moment.
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 12:38 am
After listening to the threats from Jonathan, Jemima slouched and nodded incoherently. She seemed a little uneffected by the threats, but this was possibly from the 'pick me up rum'. Then she decides to focus her attentions elsewhere. Noticing her fellow officer sunbaking nearby muttering several curse words under her breath, Jemima decides to keep them company.
"Allo there...Politics ey..." Jemima said as she threw a piece of paper out to sea and then leant back to relax on the deck.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 7:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 8:12 am
Jonathan rubs his chin in thought and nods. "Very well, you can be the temporary cook. After all," he remarks with a slight grin," nothing on this ship stays forever." He waves his hand at the rest of the crew before speaking up, "You're all dismissed, go back to whatever duties or slouching you have to do." As he watches the croud disperse, Jonathan wonders what he's going to do about the short food supply, hoping there's going to be a supply ship to raid soon.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 12:55 pm
Rache wander off to her room, and grabs a old fishing rod from under her bed. The rod has the innitials of her father on it. She sighs, "Should I try and use father's old fishing rod out on the sea... I think I have enough line to get the hook into the water. Or, maybe I should ask the captain if we can stop for a while and use one of the small boats so I can see if I can get some fish so we dont starve," She sighs again.
Her heart begins beating faster, she closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them. She seems to look more serious, her eyes appear cold and emotionless.
"Now, it is time to go and fish," Rachel said, seeming unlike her usual self.
She goes out onto the lowest part of the deck and tries to cast her fishing rod, "damn, not enough line, I dont feel like going out an a little boat right now, so maybe if we hit a small port anywhere, I might be able to get a little fishing done there," She smirks, then goes back to her room.
Once she gets into her room, she closes her eyes again. She re-opens them and she seems a little confused.
"What happened?" Rachel wonders why she is standing at her door, when the last thing she rememebrs is sitting on the floor holding the fishing rod. "I need to get these blackouts checked out, they are getting to be frequent," She puts the rod away then lies down on her bed.
(( Longest post I have written in a while xp ))
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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