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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2020 2:16 pm
 The Captain is Ahti Takala. His first & second mates are. His crew is.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2020 3:00 pm
 ♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆My Name Precedes Me ❄ My Voice ❄ I am: Pirate Council of the North ❄ Marital Status: Single❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦
That seemed to be occupying the crew's time the most of late. In fact, they had a couple dozen barrels of the oil that they had course from the whalers (who sadly could not be saved and ended up sinking with the ship) that they would sell once they reached port (someone may as well make a profit from it, not like the whales could be brought back.) However, only a few leagues from Ishgar's coast, they discovered a ship hunting amongst adolescent whales. Ahti shouted orders to the crew, and soon the show commenced. The Permafrost drifted towards the whaling ship, it’s barnacles and ice making it look like it had long since been abandoned yet it still floated as if by some ghostly presence. A canon was aimed at the whaling ship’s hoist, and in an instant an explosion was heard from the ghost ship and a splintering crack erupted from the other ship as their hoist broke in two and part sank into the sea. The men aboard the whaling ship raced to their stations, but they had no canons, only harpoons which could go only so far. Ahti seemed to materialize out of thin air, a black cloak wrapped tight around him with the hood drawn over his face. He slowly strode towards the rail of his ship, the closest surface to the enemy vessel, then stood upon the rail gazing out with cold dead eyes. The wind blew back his hood, revealing his thin pallid face and long ghostly hair. Looking more supernatural than perhaps even the ghost ship he commanded. He glared at them a second more before addressing them in a cold, deep, iron voice: ”who dares to defy the will of the legendary Captain Takala, Captain of Death and Master of the Frozen Seas?” He didn’t really expect an answer, and thus was not surprised when none came. ”Abandon your harpoons and sail straight for the coast. This is your only warning. Should you delay, the icy claws of the sea shall sunder your ship and bare your souls to the blackened depths.” He heard the splash of harpoons hitting the water, and in a few moments the boats began turning around and hauling back to shore. Once they were out of sight, Ahti descended from the rail and gave his crew the all clear. Most of the crew had just been hiding below decks, but others had hidden in nooks on deck, yet as soon as the command was given, they all reappeared.
Their hull nearly full with plundered goods, it was time that they too sought port: first a little cove on the mainland where the Sea of Sanscru met up with Arstra’s Gulf. Ahti had found an underwater cavern with a few landings above the waves, wherein he hid the majority of the treasure (after the crew’s cut and any and all repairs and preparations had been made.) Part of that hoard would be Ahti’s whenever he left pirating behind whilst the rest was a sort of rainy day fund which could only be spent for the betterment of the Permafrost herself. For a pirate, Ahti was very set on bookkeeping and financial management. The crew may have been shocked when they first learned of how meticulous he was, but in the end they would see that they made a better living and were better provided for than any other profession they could have gotten into. Heading eastward, they had barely traveled a few nautical miles when Ahti noticed the sea was moving…wrong. At first he did not know how to describe it or even what was the matter, but the waves which had been his home since he was a small child were telling him something was coming. He sent a lookout to the crow’s nest while the rest of the crew battened everything down, unsure of what danger lurked, but knowing that if it made their captain nervous, it must have been something bad. The lookout saw it a hair of a second before Ahti realized what was going on, ”starboard wave! Huge!” was all he could get out before he frantically started climbing down, knowing that the rigging was the last place he wanted to be when the wave hit. ”Bring her about” he shouted at the helmsman, then to the others ”furl the sails. Move everything below deck. Now!” They were already hustling about fulfilling his orders, but Ahti knew the wave would soon be upon them and they would not have time to completely turn and face it. There was going to be damage. He only hoped it would cost no lives.
He stood like a glacier at the bow, staring down their impending doom with his frosty gaze. They had managed an eighty-three degree turn in such little time, but it was not the full ninety that they needed. In an instant which felt to the crew like a century, the wave was upon them. The ship cried out in agony as racing waters tore at her every board and attempted to flip her into its frozen embrace. In all the noise and chaos, no one even noticed the wave ripping the main mast in twain. The wave flung any who had remained on deck, and even several of those just below, about like rag dolls. Ahti had managed to catch three people about to be swept into the sea, and held onto them even as he was thrown against the stern. He couldn’t hear the bones cracking, but he was well aware of a sudden bloom of pain which coursed through his side. The helmsman had lashed himself to the wheel, and though the water tried to tear him limb from limb, he held true to course and brought them through. As the wave disappeared in the distance, Ahti released those he held on to and leapt back into action. Quickly scanning the damage, he saw the prow, part of the main mast, and most of the boats were completely gone, but otherwise she had held together enough to limp into port. He didn’t even have to glance to know many had been thrown overboard. Already some of the crew were floundering back onto deck, shaken and bruised but still functioning. ”You six, lower the boat, we’ll use it to get them out of the water. The rest of you, search the ship for others. If they can work, set them to finding others. If they are injured, triage. The dead put out of the way.” It would be foolish to think none had perished, but still the order had tasted bitter in his mouth. Without another word, he jumped overboard and started looking for survivors. There were a few in the sea who were miraculously unharmed, and he set them to finding other survivors as long as they could. The injured were loaded into the boat and hoisted up onto the deck for whomever to tend to.
Half an hour later, even those who had been mostly unharmed in the water had been hauled up, now too cold to swim well. Of the one hundred men and women who served upon his ship, all but one had been found. Ahti did not yet know in what state they had been, all he had been focusing on was finding them all. He had just surfaced near the stern when a roaring crack rang out and part of the deck just off from his quarters broke off and fell into the water. Too tired and hurt to glide through the water like a dolphin, he managed to only get a foot or two below the surface before a beam crashed upon him before sliding off and sinking to the bottom of the gulf. He bobbed to the surface, the waters around him slowly turning red; struggling, he was able to roll over onto his back before exhaustion took him and he freely floated behind. A crewman spotted him and soon several men were lowering the boat whilst a rather burly crew member dove in and drug Ahti’s form to the boat. Carefully laying him within and then scrambling in himself, the man noted with great relief that the Captain still lived, although there was a nasty gash in his head. The crewman with the most medical knowledge patched him up, stitching the wound closed then bandaging up his head and his chest (the “doctor” had noticed some misshapen ribs and come to the conclusion that several of them must have been broken) then a total of six crew members bore him to his chambers and tucked him into bed. The first mate could run things while they found their last man, straightened things up, made ready to sail, and sailed into whatever port would accept them.❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦Crew: Permafrost crew ❄ Location: Arstra’s Gulf, on board the Permafrost ❄ Mood: Unconscious ❄ Off Of Coast: Well that’s done now.♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2020 5:18 pm
╔══════════════╗ The day had started out as she usually did. A stretch and walking through the deck she found herself intrigued by the whalers as they continued to do what they weren't suppose to. Where they really that stupid to not head the Captains words? She wondered this as she stood by, ready for a fight when the men had decided against it. Brushing her locks out of her face, she huffed lightly. They rarely got to have fun and it annoyed her when they didn't. Vidalia sighed softly and pushed off the railing. Something had ben bugging her all day, a voice in the back of her mind continuing to nag at her. When the Captain returned and finished the threatening of the other ship, she drew in a breath. She went to him, arms crossed as everyone else dug through the new goods. She was awaiting his orders when her focus turned. She went to the railing and looked up at a crew mate in the crows nest. He called out about the wave and she went to work, helping others as they prepared for the wave. She had managed to help get as many items tied down or moved as she could before tending to a few extra items.
The water was upon them quickly and Vidalia held onto a rail as the water beat into the ship. Letting go a moment, she attempted to move to the stairs to get below. In that moment, the water thickened and she stumbled. She had nearly been swept over in the waters assault but she was one of the few the Captain had caught, falling into one of the other he'd caught. She closed her eyes, holding onto Captain Ahti. When the water receded, Vidalia looked around the deck. She listened to Ahti as he gave orders. She understood and went to work, helping to find the rest of the crew. When they were all found and accounted for she stood on the deck and did her own head count. Hoping the missing member would be found, she turned her attention to the commotion that now followed the ship. She watched as they brought the captain now unconscious to deck and drew in a breath. Once the Captain was safe and in bed, Vidalia found herself in a moment of being in charge. She let her gaze move and grew irritated. "Why are you lot standing about? We need to make it to port before this ship sinks and you are all decorations for the bottom of the ocean!" she exclaimed, "Get to it!" She moved over the deck as many scrambled to get out of her way. "I could perform a spell to aide us in rebuilding..." she pondered before sighing. "Ahti wouldn't approve however." she was silent a moment and smiled. "But Captain is not here..." She closed her eyes remembering a rebuilding spell she had read. She spoke, her words missed by the crew as pieces of the ships began to build themselves back up, using what debris it could to fix itself.
Once she was finished, Vidalia nodded at her work before going to check on her Captain. She looked down at him as he rested and drew in a breath. "Whatever that was, it was irritating." She whispered as she sat near him. "But rest assured Captain we are well on our way to port and I have the ship held over until we arrive" She explained. She leaned back and looked down at the Captain. She remained quiet for awhile as she sat for a bit. When she grew antsy, she stood and went to the window of the Captains Quarters. She starred out at the water, wondering what had caused the wave and what else might have been hurt or broken. She smiled a moment. Life was beginning to get to boring and this? it just made her intrigued and wanting to know what caused it.
After a little over an hour, Vidalia found herself bored with waiting for the Captain to wake. Instead, she rose and left the Captain's Quarters, opting to check on the crew and make sure they were all doing what needed to be done. Yes her magic was powerful and yes she could have fixed the ship fully but even she knew not to over extend her magic like that. As she stood at the helm, her gaze moved over the crew. Most of them had sailed longer than she and were older at that. She was a child to most of them yet they did as she said because they did not want to feel the power of her magic.
As they sailed and made way to a port, Vidalia waited for the Captain to wake. She had barked orders to keep busy or she would tie them to the crows nest for the next wave. She wouldn't however... as unlike the little bit of magic, bodily harm was something she was not ready to be punished for. Letting go of the Helm, she let a crew mate tend to it before checking the ship over. She made sure things held strong and found her way back to her hiding spot. Her stuff was set up there. Books, potion equipment, and various other things. She went over everything, making sure nothing was ruined before packing it all away. Until the Captain woke, she would not have the time for it nor the patience as the crew tended to annoy her more than a botched potion or spell.
Once she finished packing her items, she put them near her bed and went to the deck once more. The skies remained calm and the sea even calmer. She drew in a long breath and closed her eyes, feeling the spray of the sea. She felt better than before, the feeling she had held gone with the wave. And she was glad for it. The nagging feeling had kept her in a fouler mood than before. Now at the helm once more, she relaxed and tried to get the foul mood to go away.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 11:12 pm
♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆My Name Precedes Me ❄ My Voice ❄ I am: Pirate Council of the North ❄ Marital Status: Single❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ Ahti was out for several hours, til the sky began to darken and they were probably only an hour or two from port. A man nearly as old as the captain himself stood watch in the captain's chambers, keeping an eye out for any changes in the elder's condition. Last thing he was expecting was for the man to wake up that day. Ahti prepared to sit up as if nothing had happened, but the moment he rose even a little his chest reverberated with pain and lightheadedness overtook him. "Ambrose, was everyone found?" he asked in a whisper, though even that little noise felt like blades cutting through his skull. "Yes, Captain. Crew gave me the news just after they reported to the firstmate. Kate was found in the cargo hold dead. Looked like she was hiding in the plunder when a barrel knocked her out, then there was the water..." He was relieved to know she had been found, but that was not at all how he wanted to find her. "Her body?" "Wrapped in a piece of sail and secured below deck. We didn't think it proper to send her off without you." Ahti nodded. Due to maritime law, even though he was a pirate, he was still the captain and captain's were legal officials of sorts (a wedding officiated by him was a legally binding wedding, things like that) while out at sea. In a sense, they needed him for a proper funeral. "Thank you. There is work for me to do, so if you'll help me up..." Ambrose stared at him as if he had sprouted horns, "but sir! You are in no condition-"
"My condition does not change the fact that I am the captain of this ship. Fetch my cane and I shall rise with or without your aid." Ambrose sighed but did as he was told; everyone who had served more than a day under the Captain knew he was more stubborn than an ancient barnacle, and if he said he was going to get up and get moving, he was going to do it unless someone knocked him out first. "Will you let me get you better dressed? Much as you love the cold, I think some clothes are in order." Ahti gave him a slightly perplexed look before slipping his hand under the covers to feel just how awkward that might have turned out. When he felt only skin at the v of his hips, he couldn't help the slight blush that rose to his cheeks. "Remind me to apologize to whomever was unlucky enough to get stuck with this task." Ambrose silently smirked as he gathered up dry clothes for the captain. Not like he really needed much, just some undergarments, breeches, boots, and a long coat which would be left open to air out the wounds. Ahti managed the undergarments and breeches himself, but bending over to pull on his boots proved too difficult on his back, whilst his broken ribs were limiting arm mobility, so the coat was completely beyond his own doing. ”When did we get so old, Ambrose?” he asked his old friend with a infinitesimal smile. ”If I may speak freely, if surviving a tidal wave then breaking several ribs then hauling people out of frigid waters for half an hour then getting knocked out by a hefty part of ship, and only resting a handful of hours afterwards, is a sign of old age, then most people spend their entire lives old.” That said, despite his absurd physical feats, Ambrose had noticed a bit of age slip onto his old friend. Nothing much, just little things like needing a spyglass or magnifier a little more often than he used to, or the stiffness that made him walk just a little less fluidly in the mornings. Nothing alarming, yet perhaps it signified the beginning of the end.
After some assistance with dressing and standing and other things he had learned half a century ago, he made his way out of his quarters, a little unsteady at times yet reliant upon the cane, yet he was still moving on his own. The moment he stepped onto the deck, however, he felt like someone had taken a whisk to his brains and put his belly on rough seas. It felt as if someone thrusted needles into his eyes and was trying to pull them out again from the side. He laid his hand over his eyes and took a few steadying breaths, hoping he wouldn’t need to rush the rail like a landlubber. A few crew members were nearby, but they pretended not to notice him: of course if he began to fall or passed out or anything like that they would be on him in seconds, but for now it was better to let him keep his pride intact. After a moment he moved his hand to shield his eyes (and conveniently his thumb and middle finger were long enough to massage his temples at the same time) and slowly ascended to the helm where he assumed Vidalia would be. He was not incorrect. ”How do we stand, Vidalia?” No sense in beating around the bush, she had been in charge while he was out, so she would know most about how they stood. Granted, he wasn’t about to take control back from her. No, he might make a few suggestions (ie unofficial orders) but even he knew he was barely together enough to take care of himself on a minute to minute basis, there was no way he could command an entire crew and/or think ahead. For that matter…wasn’t there something else he had planned to do? He thought it was something that required his attention, but his brain was swimming in its own gelatin and refused to put anything together.❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦Crew: Ambrose, Vidalia ❄ Location: His ship ❄ Mood: Out of it ❄ Off Of Coast: Hope it was worth the wait.♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2020 1:01 pm
╔══════════════╗ Vidalia had been rather busy since she finally left the Captain's quarters. Not only had she performed the official headcount but she had been one of the ones to find the deceased. She had actually admired the girl but wouldn't let others know. Having helped to move the girl, she covered her up and soon returned to the deck. She could feel the sorrow on deck as it set in how lucky each and every one of them was alive. Vidalia drew in a breath and moved her hair from her face. "We've no time to mourn. Not until we make port. And not until the Captain is well. Each and every one of you had better do your job and do it well until we dock. Then, and only then, may we all mourn." She spoke confidently, keeping her voice level and for once not barking at the others. She understood loss. This crew, they were family to each other though they all understood the ladder of authority. These were her brothers and sisters. And with losing one, she felt the pain from before set it. It wasn't often that she felt it but it hurt none the less.
Once she saw the crew back to their jobs, Vidalia made her way back to the helm. She didn't take charge of it yet but instead went to the railing. She looked down over the water as it pushed and pulled against the ship. She drew in a long breath, glad her spell was holding the ship up. She turned as a crewmate came to her, asking for directions. "As Captain stated, we need to make it to port." she stated, "Please take inventory and see if we lost anything. I don't think much water made it further than the crew's quarters but some of the food could have been damaged. We need to know exactly what we need from the market when we do dock." She watched as the crew member nodded and went to the helm. She looked at the crewman then. "Take a break and aid in the inventory. I shall man the helm for awhile" she explained.
When the Captain finally returned to the land of the living, the news was brought to her and she felt a heavy weight lift her shoulders. She was quiet as she sailed, keeping her eye on the horizon. With the news of the Captains return to life, others began to act a bit more like normal. The sorrow of the death of one crewmember was subsiding due to their Captain being safe. When he finally joined her on deck, she turned to look at him and smiled softly before he spoke. "The ship was hit hard Captain," She was hesitant to tell him about what she had to do as her gaze returned to the sea. "But, I was able to pull it together a bit better. I performed a spell to restore the ship but it isn't perfect. We will definitely need repairs when we do dock. However whatever that was..." she finally turned to him, "I am afraid to see what the land looks like compared to us" She turned to the sea once more. "As I am sure you know, Kate is gone. She is the only casualty and not many hold injuries." She continued, "She is ready to be sent off."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 10:56 pm
♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆My Name Precedes Me ❄ My Voice ❄ I am: Pirate Council of the North ❄ Marital Status: Single❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ He leaned against, well, something other than the rail as she spoke. He could tell it wasn’t the rail because this was supporting his back as well, and the rail only came about midway up his thigh. For most people it was a safeguard against falling overboard, but for him it was more like a trip hazard, such was the life of a giant. He waited for her to finish saying everything she had intended on saying, but he had to admit he was having a hard time keeping up with everything. His mind could only grab on to a few things at once, and as he tried to internalize the next bit of information, his mind would loosen its grasp on another idea. ”The temporary repairs, good idea. Excellent use of magic, given the situation.” True, he did not care for the “solve everything with magic” attitude as once the caster used up all of their magic they had no skills to fall back on, nor were they prepared if something even more dire arose. But using some magic to cobble the ship together long and well enough to make it back to port, especially after the hit they had taken, was a very worthwhile use of magic. Even more worthwhile if she still had some power left over for spontaneous emergencies. ”I think you are correct, the land will be in worse shape than us. I’m not entirely certain, but I would hazard a guess it was an earthquake, a large one at that. Volcanoes can create such waves, but there’d be more ash in the sky-“ As he was saying this, he looked up to the sky to make sure there were not any plumes of ash, only to have the setting sun’s evil glare sting his eyes. He slammed his eyes shut and slapped a hand over them, but the damage was already done. His brain screamed as it was shredded into thin little tatters, its mayday signal plunging into his belly and tying it into knots no sailor could ever hope to untie. For a moment he wasn’t sure if he was going to pass out or throw up first, or perhaps both at the same time, but with something supporting him and several deep steady breaths, he was able to weather out the storm. ”So I had heard. I…I’m sorry.” Was he getting too old to captain this ship? A fatality under his watch was unacceptable and obviously there had to have been something he could have done to avoid it. The idea that they were lucky to have less than one percent of the crew perish in such a disaster never crossed his mind, all he could think of was how terrified she must have been and how devastated her family would be when they heard the news. ”Have the crew prepare for the funeral. It must be done while we are still in open waters. Afterwards, have someone gather her effects and her earnings. I will make sure to have my condolences written to the family before we make port.” Even though Vidalia was fairly new to the world of piracy, she had proven herself competent and worthy of trust…so long as she could keep that fiery rage of hers in check. That said, the chain of command felt so natural to him, it seemed almost a shame to disrupt it. But he wouldn’t broach that subject just yet, for now the funeral and reaching port were their main concerns.❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦Crew: Vidalia ❄ Location: The Permafrost ❄ Mood: Old ❄ Off Of Coast: This is gonna be Vidalia’s big break...♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2021 10:29 pm
╔══════════════╗ Vidalia was glad when she was not reprimanded for the repairs she had made but instead praised for fixing the ship enough to where they would not be stuck. She listened as her Captain spoke. She looked at him as he agreed that the land would most certainly look worse than they did. She nodded and drew in a breath, her gaze moving over the ocean before resting on him once more. She had not experienced an earthquake nor a volcano before. It intrigued her to know more but she looked up as he mentioned ash. True, there was none but she wondered what might have caused the quake. Her gaze returned to the sea and she was quiet as the Captain continued on. She noticed his actions, the pain evident in his movements. She drew in a breath before thinking of what she could do to help him. He finally spoke and was apologetic for the crew member they had lost. She waited, quiet as she he explained what to do. She nodded, her eyes leaving the ocean again. She let go of the wheel and went to her Captain.
"Perhaps you should return to bed Captain?" She spoke the sentence as a question, hoping he would take the offer. "I had already arranged to cast her off after dinner. Before then, I do have a medicine that may help. I concocted it from herbs I found the last time we had docked in the Cove" She was partially truthful. Yes, she had found the herbs, yes she had made the brew, but it wasn't just medicine in it. There was a taste of magic as well, a healing spell she had been taught to keep herself healthy. "I shall take care of everything. It would put mine as well as many other minds at ease to know out Captain is safe and healing." The concern for her Captain was very thick in her voice as she spoke before waiting for him to make a decision.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2021 7:35 pm
♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆My Name Precedes Me ❄ My Voice ❄ I am: Pirate Council of the North ❄ Marital Status: Single❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ Under normal circumstances he would have quirked an eyebrow as he listened to her suggestion then quickly dismissed the thought, but this time, well, maybe it truly was best if he just moved out of the way and let the youths take over. ”You are right, I should,” he replied with a defeated sigh. ”Well, after I prepare for tonight, of course.” He gently swayed his weight from his current resting spot (he still wasn’t sure what it was) back onto his feet, his cane stopping any extra forward momentum. However once he had regained his footing he paused once more, ”You will report to the men about my condition, yes? Humor me, tell me just what you are going to report. I’d like to know beforehand how they will expect me to reappear.” If she were to tell them he was fine, just needed a little more rest, he would have to find a way to appear fine. By the same token if she said he was injured but recovering, the crew wouldn’t bat an eye when he walked amongst them with a cane or seemed to need to rest more often. Now if she said he was severely injured and didn’t mention the recovering part, then he might have to chase off his mourners and have some very serious words with her indeed.
After awaiting her reply he gave a brief nod before looking back towards her with his habitual mettle. ”Very well, I leave the matter in your hands. Please do bring the medicine when you have a moment, I will keep the door unlocked for you.” Which was a very pointless detail to add as he always kept his cabin door unlocked except when there were others aboard the ship or they were in port. He had never understood why some captains felt they needed to utilize such measures in order to maintain their privacy. On his ship no one would interrupt him unless they had a good reason, and furthermore they would knock first unless it truly was an emergency. And if there was an emergency he damn well wanted to be informed immediately, so a barred portal was a tedious hindrance. Walking back down to his cabin, he was able to walk with some grace and stability, which was better than when he had passed by before, though anyone on crew knew he still was suffering. He closed the door behind him just a little more hurriedly than natural, and it was only by the grace of his long stride that he made it to the chamberpot before all of the contents his stomach may have once held were forced up and out. It only lasted a couple minutes, but by the end he was out of breath and his limbs were shaking. He didn’t bother pulling back the covers or anything, he just unsteadily drug himself onto his bed and waited, hoping that at most only Vidalia would see him like this. It was too pathetic, it would ruin his image if word got out. Or so he thought: others might be more willing to forgive a man with a severe concussion and broken ribs.❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦Crew: Vidalia ❄ Location: The Permafrost ❄ Mood: Resigned/Sick ❄ Off Of Coast: The rare moments when the captain actually seems human.♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2021 7:22 am
╔══════════════╗ Vidalia looked after the Captain and nodded as he asked about the medicine. Watching him go, she drew in a breath and looked over the ship. She let another crew member take over the wheel before going to make sure everyone was doing their jobs. Once that was through, she checked on the dinner which was a small memorial meal for the deceased. Once she was sure everything was in order, she made her way to her stuff and collected the medicine. Once she held it, she made her way to the Captain's Quarters and knocked lightly.
She waited until she was granted entrance before going in and to his bedside. "Things continue to run smoothly. If we can keep on course and at the speed we are maintaining, we will be there shortly after sunrise." she explained before holding the medicine out to him. "Take this, but be sure to mix it into something. It'll most likely make you sleep more but I am not certain as I have never made it before." She looked at the opaque liquid then at him once more. She set it on the table beside the bed before looking at the Captain. "I'll let you rest now" she told him, smiling before going to the door.
(I am so sorry this response is so short, been having a rough time writing as of late)
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2021 2:12 pm
♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆My Name Precedes Me ❄ My Voice ❄ I am: Pirate Council of the North ❄ Marital Status: Single❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ It took her time to return with the medicine, how much he wasn’t sure as time felt short to the old, but long to the ailing. But he had faith there was no lallygagging involved, probably had just taken a while to make the medicine and she had probably done a cursory survey of the ship to make sure all was in order. When she knocked, he bid her enter, and just for a brief second he thought he saw Ambrose out there with her, but then again he couldn’t always trust his eyes these days. Whether she noticed the shape he was in but chose to not mention it to spare his pride, or if he somehow managed to make himself appear more hale than he was he did not know for certain, but either way it was pleasing that she gave him no pity. ”Good, though I expect shore leave will be less enjoyable than normal. I hope they have what we need.” Now that would be a serious inconvenience: limp all the way to port just for them to not have what his beloved Permafrost needed for repairs. But he supposed that was a possibility given the situation. ”Thank you, I shall.” The fact that she had never made it before was disconcerting, his year was not yet up and this did not seem like an obviously fatal action, so at least he could rest assured it wasn’t going to kill him. He gave her a brief nod as she dismissed herself, and not until he had heard the door close and no one else in the room did he bother to get up. There was a bottle of rum on the table beside his bed, but the only thing he could use as a sort of glass was a tin mug on the other side of the room. Calling Ambrose in felt pathetic, but at the same time the notion of getting up and retrieving it himself was also less than satisfactory. ”Doesn’t have to be that thoroughly mixed, I suppose.” He tossed back a full swig of rum then chased it with just a little bit of the medicine. It tasted terrible, but he had lived off of worse. Already he was starting to grow weary, and he just barely had enough time to settle into bed before sleep overtook him.
Damn did that stuff knock him out! It was practically evening by the time he woke up, and Ambrose was lurking in the room, gathering up Ahti’s funerary wear just in case the captain did wake up this year. "Good to see you, Cap’n. I was starting to think you’d been bewitched. Takes the kiss of a virgin princess to break a spell like that, right?” Ahti cracked the faintest of grins, ”you thought me doomed, you mean.” Ambrose made no remark on the topic, as they both knew he would indeed have been doomed if that were the case. ”I’ve got your clothes gathered, you want me to wait outside or should I help you while you glare at me?” ”I can take care of it, but thank you. You would make a wonderful housewife, you know?” ”Beggin yer pardon but to hell with you, Ahti. See if I ever fold your shirts the way you like them ever again.” Still, both were smiling as Ambrose headed out the door to wait. It took Ahti a few minutes more than usual to get ready, but perfectly on time he emerged, no cane and standing tall and proud, to the bewilderment of his crew.❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦Crew: Vidalia, Ambrose, Crew ❄ Location: Permafrost ❄ Mood: Sick - Able ❄ Off Of Coast: Hope that works.♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2021 2:22 pm
╔══════════════╗ During the time of the Captain's long nap or almost death... Vidalia wasn't sure which to call it... but during that time she had the crew working as much as they could, keeping the ship together so they could dock and search for supplies. The little port town outside the main city looked like hell when she finally laid her eyes upon it. They were still about an hour out when she lifted the telescope to see. The wooden docks were mangled, many houses had fallen. Whatever had happened, it was hell for the people of the land. She drew in a breath before standing. "Get us as close to port as possible!" she commanded, "If we can not dock then so be it. Crew will visit in groups as we only have one boat left. We will throw the anchor once the Captain is up and around once more-" she stopped when another crew member came to tell her they heard the Captain speaking in his quarters. Thank the gods.... he was awake. His long nap had worried her. Ahti was not one to sleep so long and she had begun to wonder if she had accidentally killed the man that had saved her.
"Take him some soup and bread. The rest of ya can go ahead and fetch your dinner! Be quick about it!" the crew moved and Vidalia remained on the deck. No matter how much she wanted to see the Captain right now, she couldn't leave the deck unmanned. She turned the wheel slightly and looked out at the water. She felt the ship nearing it's destination, the feeling of so much pain and hurt washing over her. She closed her eyes, blocking the emotions of those online. It would block all of her emotions but she needed to focus on getting them anchored.
Once they were close enough and she finally got the anchor lowered, she stepped away from the wheel. She brushed her fingers through her hair and crossed her arms as she went to the rail. She looked at the shoreline where bits of houses now crashed against the wall of rocks. "Wow" she whispered, "They really did get hit didn't they" she shook her head and looked down at the water. Though she wasn't the nicest of people, she still would not wish the horrors that she was seeing upon anyone.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2021 9:31 pm
♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆My Name Precedes Me ❄ My Voice ❄ I am: Pirate Councilman of the North ❄ Marital Status: Single❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ Just a second after he emerged he overheard Vidalia’s orders for the crew to take their supper and someone bring him a bite to eat. Snagging the man who had taken up that half of the order, he told him to go ahead and have dinner with the rest of the crew, he would get something later. Ambrose overheard the conversation and audibly sighed right at Ahti, but the frost giant paid him no mind, which only peeved Ambrose even more. As soon as the crewman departed, Ambrose threatened his beloved captain respectfully, ”I will make sure you have your supper within fifteen minutes, Captain. I’m sure I can arrange for it to be taken wherever you happen to be.” With no one else in eyesight, Ahti dared to turn back to the man with a gentle smile, ”I know you will, Ambrose. You have always been there for me even when I was not there for myself.” Ambrose most certainly did not blush before turning away and muttering something under his breath, then wandered off to take care of who knows what all Ambrose did on the ship. Ahti made his way up to the upper deck where he correctly assumed Vidalia would be. Without even looking he could tell the anchor had been dropped: the particular splash it made as it crashed into the water, the calmer rocking of the ship as they bobbed in place. He had been on the Permafrost less than a year now, but he felt as if they were one being in two bodies. His cane tapping the step above announced his presence before he made it to the deck, but he was walking smoothly and confidently, not at all like he had been earlier that day. ”Yes, they did get hit rather bad,” he replied even though he knew it had been a rhetorical question. That and…well, he couldn’t really see the shore that well. Evening and night were the only times he could be out without protection from the sun, but his weakening eyesight had a hard time picking out details in the dimness. Hell, if things kept up, he might have to get spectacles at some point (not that he would wear them in public for anything but reading documents). ”May I?” he asked, gesturing to the spyglass. Once it was handed to him, he looked closely at the shore. ”I have a suspicion we will be running in to floaters soon.” Speaking of, he wondered if they were too close to shore now for the funeral. ”I doubt we will get much aid from them. More likely we will be aiding them.” Though who knows if that would count as lives saved, and he really did need to get back out to sea before his time was up.❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦ : ✵ : ❦Crew: Ambrose, Vidalia ❄ Location: Permafrost, off the Ishgar coast ❄ Mood: Resigned ❄ Off Of Coast: ♆`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☥`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´♆
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2021 4:37 pm
╔══════════════╗ Vidalia had been focused on the water, letting the waves soothe was ever uneasy feelings she had left. She turned to look at the Captain as he came up to the deck. She hadn't heard him, her mind elsewhere when he spoke. She let him take the spyglass and looked out over the water once more. Vidalia didn't want to let anyone on the ship, feeling a bit selfish for not wanting to endure the pain the person would be feeling. "What'll we do Captain?" she asked, "The ship can possibly hold though I can not tell you for certain that it will make it to the next port" She looked at the land before them again. "And if we were to dock how welcome would we be right now?" She looked at him once she finished speaking and waited to hear his opinion.
Vidalia looked as a cabin boy came to fetch her to eat. She shook her head gently. She didn't have an appetite at the moment and didn't want to make herself sick by eating when she didn't want it.
"As for the funeral" she spoke as if they had already been talking but it had just been her thoughts. "We can go back out to the open sea and do it there on the way to the next port now that you are up and about" She was glad to see him on his feet. She was afraid the brew she had made wouldn't work and the thought that she had just killed her Captain laid heavy on her mind.
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