Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign

[Xael]

OOC: I'm still alive but as Jonah is "sleeping"... well... he's sleeping.
Bah! I don't even have my holidays yet.

 

[garyh]

OOC: I think Bimzoole is still below decks resting.

 

[Uriel]

<OoC:I was just waiting for someone else to post, I didn't want it to be a 'Nico's story hour'...I'll keep posting, though

DEAD_RADISH!!!! Post in the Canadara thread, darnit! My Cohort needs to make an appearance so the game can get under way!>

 

[kenjib]

OOC: Naw -- keep going. I enjoy reading the other posts. Vemuz is sleeping as well at the moment.

 

[Tonguez]

Malthas sighs at the wind, and shrugs. "Getting suspicious in my old age." He calls out to Malachi "So, how fast have you gotten this one to fly, m'friend? Have we o'ershot our goal yet?"

"Calypso es still good du'us" Malachi smiles as he comes back from checking the ships speed "bot we still hav'aleong way t'go

dhe winds blowin'125 d'grees t'Sou'East we need t'be headen Wes'Sou'West but ah'll say f'now use y'r wind t'best advantage we got time to return t' correct bearin's if y'stray too far""

OOC BIG Apologies its been a busy few days - we did a 4 hour broadcast Radio from the National Sports Awards 9hold in my home town this year!), then we've got all the graduations happening (I tutor some tertiary programmes) -and I got sick on top of it all! but I'm back

(also am I correct in assuming that if we steered a few extra degrees south we would go faster sailing on Beam reach? or is the land-lubber in me showing?)

 

[Bob Aberton]

(OOC All: I believe that by the next post or so it will be "morning" in-game.

As matter of fact, my holidays aren't till about two weeks either - but I figured that holiday hectic schedules and all were the reason for the low number of posts over the weekend, so I just wanted to post that.)

Malachi,

The Captain nods as you rattle off the course.

"Mr. Swifthand, turn a bit south an' put her on a beam reach. Mr. Lang! Brace the yards sharp about for a beam reach."

"We'll be in Standishtown harbor in no time," he says jovially. "We've got a fast ship an' a skillful navigator - Calypso 'erself couldn' ask f'r more."

Mr. Lang's voice drifts back from the fo'c'sle.

"Brace yards, Aye! Haul away, men!"

(OOC: You're right about the beam reach being the fastest course- excellent idea, btw, not land-lubberlike at all. Have you ever been sailing before?)

All,

As CALYPSO'S GRACE turns southward and picks up speed, the first lights of dawn begin to rise in the East. The captain takes a final look around, then goes below to "turn in," first giving a final command to the officers present (in this case, Mr. Lang, and technically Malachi and Malthas as well.);

"Mr. Lang, Mr. Legba, Mr. Swifthand. Drive her hard!"

 

[dead_radish]

Malthas nods to the captain, and absently adjusts the wheel to the proper course (Profession Pilot roll of 13+8=21).

He turns his eyes to the sunrise, and watches it without blinking until the sun is fully above the horizon. Then he stifles a yawn, and turns to one of his relief pilots. "Care to take the wheel, m'friend? I'll be nearby if you need aught...."

He then tosses his bedroll a few feet away, and falls quickly asleep.

 

[Bob Aberton]

Malthas,

John Stout, the relief pilot, steps forward and takes the wheel as you turn in to catch a little sleep.

Bimzoole, Jonah, Vemuz, etc.,

Mr. Ames rings the ship's bell eight times, and calling down the fo'c'sle hatch and the aftercabin hatch, shouts:

"All hands ahoy! Eight Bells, d'you hear the news?"

The sleeping men of Starboard Watch gradually and grudgingly rouse themselves from sleep and turn out on deck.

The awake men of Port Watch, all except John Stout, the relief pilot, turn in to catch the rest of their sleep.

Bimzoole,

Mr. Lang comes on deck from below.

"I understand that you're to teach the men gunnery, Mr. Marper?" he says cooly.

Then, in a stentorian voice, he calls,

"All Hands now! All hands! Mr. Ames, bring your watch on deck and call the men aft."

Vemuz,

You awake, rub the sleep out of your eyes, and go on deck. Surveying the men, you realize that one man is conspicuously absent, though most of rest of the crew is standing aft on the quarterdeck, wondering what is going on. The missing crewmember is Arthur Orville - which is not really a surprise.

Jonah,

You are roused from your elfish trance by the voice of Mr. Lang calling "All Hands on the quarterdeck!"

 

[garyh]

"Indeed, Mr. Lang," replied the gnome. "And don't go thinking you aren't included. Every hand that can man a gun is another chance to protect the ship, Mr. Lang."

 

[Uriel]

Nicodemus heads above deck, grabbing his 'Bag' as he goes.

OoC: My spells are(if this is another day)etect Magic, Flare,Mending, Mage Hand .Color Spray,Magic Missile,True Strike,Animate Rope.Cat's Grace,Detect Thoughts,Alter Self.