Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign
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Vemuz offers the flask to the Captain. "He was found still in bunk with this in hand, this very morning, Captain, and he reeks stronger than three day old fish. All day he sits around, doing half a man's work. I've had my eye on him since the start, and even warned him before to shape up, but now this. We need to cut this kind of thing early so it doesn't spread -- make an example. Can't have the crew all in hammocks while the ships founders, eh? This man, Arthur Orville, is trouble. Mark my words, Captain." Vemuz shakes two fingers emphatically. "I don't want it on my conscience that I didn't do enough if he slips off to drink on his watch and we hit a reef."
Bob Aberton
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Bimzoole,
Drawing the sailor's attention to a brass 24-pounder (which you see is tarnished slightly), you broach a powder keg, and putting a few pounds of powder and a cannonball into a burlap sack, you show the men how to make a cartridge. Then, ramming the cartridge into the cannon, you touch a match to the touchhole and fire off the cannon.
It makes an impressive loud noise and great puff of smoke. The cannonball makes a geyser in the 200 yards off the beam.
You assign the men to their guns and show them how to load, aim, fire, and reload. Soon the air is filled with gunsmoke and the water to the sides of CALYPSO'S GRACE is heaving and roiling as shot after shot comes crashing into it.
You realize you may need to teach the men some discipline with the cannon...
(OOC: Make a Profession Artillerist check; if you succeed, you will have sucessfully begun instructing the sailors in the art of gunnery [ie the crew collectively gains one rank in Profession Artillerist])
Xael,
You come to the "dreels" just in time to get assigned to 24-pounder #6, alongside Jean Orleau and Lupe Sanchez.
the Espirantish man flashes a grin at you as you take a rammer and help load the cannon.
"Today, we shoot the waves. Tomorrow, we sink ships, eh, my swarthy friend?" he says jovially, as he puts a match in the touchhole and sends another shot splashing into the heaving ocean.
(OOC: "Dreel" is campy imitation of a spanish [Espirantish, I mean] accent, of course
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Vemuz,
The captain looks at the flask in your hand. Then, nodding his head slowly, he says,
"Y'r quite right. Next time, y' got my permission t' dock his pay as well. I've no more desire than you t' end me life early at sea because someone was sogerin' an' drinkin' as should h'a been keepin' a sharp lookout," he says. "Carry on, Mr. Thriceborn."
He turns to observe the gunnery drills.
"Th' next leg o' our journey, t' Port Andora, 's going t' take us into pirate waters, y'know. I'd advise y' t' sharpen yer harpoon," he says at last, as a thick cloud of gunsmoke drifts aft and engulfs the quarterdeck where you stand.
Drawing the sailor's attention to a brass 24-pounder (which you see is tarnished slightly), you broach a powder keg, and putting a few pounds of powder and a cannonball into a burlap sack, you show the men how to make a cartridge. Then, ramming the cartridge into the cannon, you touch a match to the touchhole and fire off the cannon.
It makes an impressive loud noise and great puff of smoke. The cannonball makes a geyser in the 200 yards off the beam.
You assign the men to their guns and show them how to load, aim, fire, and reload. Soon the air is filled with gunsmoke and the water to the sides of CALYPSO'S GRACE is heaving and roiling as shot after shot comes crashing into it.
You realize you may need to teach the men some discipline with the cannon...
(OOC: Make a Profession Artillerist check; if you succeed, you will have sucessfully begun instructing the sailors in the art of gunnery [ie the crew collectively gains one rank in Profession Artillerist])
Xael,
You come to the "dreels" just in time to get assigned to 24-pounder #6, alongside Jean Orleau and Lupe Sanchez.
the Espirantish man flashes a grin at you as you take a rammer and help load the cannon.
"Today, we shoot the waves. Tomorrow, we sink ships, eh, my swarthy friend?" he says jovially, as he puts a match in the touchhole and sends another shot splashing into the heaving ocean.
(OOC: "Dreel" is campy imitation of a spanish [Espirantish, I mean] accent, of course
)Vemuz,
The captain looks at the flask in your hand. Then, nodding his head slowly, he says,
"Y'r quite right. Next time, y' got my permission t' dock his pay as well. I've no more desire than you t' end me life early at sea because someone was sogerin' an' drinkin' as should h'a been keepin' a sharp lookout," he says. "Carry on, Mr. Thriceborn."
He turns to observe the gunnery drills.
"Th' next leg o' our journey, t' Port Andora, 's going t' take us into pirate waters, y'know. I'd advise y' t' sharpen yer harpoon," he says at last, as a thick cloud of gunsmoke drifts aft and engulfs the quarterdeck where you stand.
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dead_radish
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Malthas nods, satisfied that things won't be turning ugly, and sheaths his rapier. He pats John Stout on the shoulder. "Fine job, m'friend. Fine job. Keep her on course, and you may be handling the wheel on your own ship soon enough."
Hearing the captain mention pirates, Malthas looks thoughtful. He approaches the captain a few moments later. "Cap'n McCrenshaw, how many of the men on board cand handle their steel? It's clear that most of the new fellows can do so, but what are we looking at if we are grappled and boarded? If need be, I could train the men in swordplay if there be ones among the crew that are not capable. I'd also like to speak with the man in charge of the repeling parties, to see what his tactics will be."
Hearing the captain mention pirates, Malthas looks thoughtful. He approaches the captain a few moments later. "Cap'n McCrenshaw, how many of the men on board cand handle their steel? It's clear that most of the new fellows can do so, but what are we looking at if we are grappled and boarded? If need be, I could train the men in swordplay if there be ones among the crew that are not capable. I'd also like to speak with the man in charge of the repeling parties, to see what his tactics will be."
Tonguez
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Malachi is standing by enjoying the feel of the sea wind and always watching for changes in the winds and cloud formations, the direction of the swells and the angle between the ship, the horizon and the sun.
He nods satisfied at the Swordfishers choice of punishment - of course back on the Island the Soger would have been thrownb into the sea and left for the gods to decide on his fate - "Civilisation!" he mused
After Vemuz speaks to the Captain he goes and stands beside him as they watch the canon drills
"Calypso bless youl Swordfishaar" he says to the big human "youl es faar fram holme..."
He nods satisfied at the Swordfishers choice of punishment - of course back on the Island the Soger would have been thrownb into the sea and left for the gods to decide on his fate - "Civilisation!" he mused
After Vemuz speaks to the Captain he goes and stands beside him as they watch the canon drills
"Calypso bless youl Swordfishaar" he says to the big human "youl es faar fram holme..."
Bob Aberton
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(OOC All: Sorry about not posting last night...I had computer trouble - something about a late payment on my 'Net provider or something...anyways...)
Malthas,
"Now that y' mention it, I'm not sure," the Captain says reflectively. "The Espirante over there, Lupe Sanchez, well, I've heared tell that he's an old hand wi' a knife. Lem Harvey, the huge one over there, well, he looks like he could crack a head or two. As fer the others, I'm not sure. Mr. Lang's a quick one wi' a cutlass, though. And you saw our new Master Gunner, Boatswain, and Ship's Mage in action at that tavern brawl. P'raps small arms drills would be a good idea."
Bimzoole,
There is a roar of good natured laughter at your wit, followed by a chorus of "Aye, aye, sir"s. The men run in their guns, swab them down, and put the canvas covers on fairly efficiently. They seemed to have learned well.
"You seem to have done a good job, Mr. Marper," says Mr. Lang, who you realized was watching critically from the quarterdeck. "But must you get so free and easy with the sailors? An officer should keep his distance - not punctuate his orders with off-color jokes."
Malthas and Vemuz,
In response to your inquiries, the Captain says,
"Rightly, Mr. Lang should be in charge o' repellin' boarders, seein' as he's the one wi' the most naval experience. But I've never discussed strategies wi' him - CALYPSO'S GRACE generally leaves her pursuers in 'er wake - Calypso bless her - as a matter o' principle, an' so we never much needed t' worry about boarders. I'd talk t' Mr. Lang if I was you."
Malthas,
"Now that y' mention it, I'm not sure," the Captain says reflectively. "The Espirante over there, Lupe Sanchez, well, I've heared tell that he's an old hand wi' a knife. Lem Harvey, the huge one over there, well, he looks like he could crack a head or two. As fer the others, I'm not sure. Mr. Lang's a quick one wi' a cutlass, though. And you saw our new Master Gunner, Boatswain, and Ship's Mage in action at that tavern brawl. P'raps small arms drills would be a good idea."
Bimzoole,
There is a roar of good natured laughter at your wit, followed by a chorus of "Aye, aye, sir"s. The men run in their guns, swab them down, and put the canvas covers on fairly efficiently. They seemed to have learned well.
"You seem to have done a good job, Mr. Marper," says Mr. Lang, who you realized was watching critically from the quarterdeck. "But must you get so free and easy with the sailors? An officer should keep his distance - not punctuate his orders with off-color jokes."
Malthas and Vemuz,
In response to your inquiries, the Captain says,
"Rightly, Mr. Lang should be in charge o' repellin' boarders, seein' as he's the one wi' the most naval experience. But I've never discussed strategies wi' him - CALYPSO'S GRACE generally leaves her pursuers in 'er wake - Calypso bless her - as a matter o' principle, an' so we never much needed t' worry about boarders. I'd talk t' Mr. Lang if I was you."
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