dead_radish
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Malthas sighs wearily, still weakened from the storm, and gratefully stumbles to his bunk, pausing only to check the wheel and give a few suggestions to his relief.
Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign
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Vemuz heads back up to the deck. He hasn't gotten any sleep but it's not showing at all, as his mind is racing.
He sits down on the coil of rope again and pulls out the idol from his pocket, carving the detail of it's sharp teeth, all the while keeping an eye out for Lupe to walk by.
He sits down on the coil of rope again and pulls out the idol from his pocket, carving the detail of it's sharp teeth, all the while keeping an eye out for Lupe to walk by.
Tonguez
A suffusion of yellow
"We gon way far nort'" Malachi reports to the Captain "ets gonna take time t'git back oncourse, an' we ken spect som cold wether."
He pulls one of the Charts and points to what he has calculated as their current position
"69'12"N 47'52"W - here" he points "we ned t'go Sou'West 200 degrees an pray dhat Calypso speed us home"
(ooc had trouble opening it but got it at last)
He pulls one of the Charts and points to what he has calculated as their current position
"69'12"N 47'52"W - here" he points "we ned t'go Sou'West 200 degrees an pray dhat Calypso speed us home"
(ooc had trouble opening it but got it at last)
Bob Aberton
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Vemuz,
As a row of sharp teeth begin to form under the strokes of your knife, you hear footsteps on the deck.
Lupe Sanchez, bundled up in a pea jacket and with a wool muff wrapped around his neck, is walking the deck with a somewhat unsteady tread.
Seeing you carving your idol, he perches himself on the rail near you.
"Mr. Thriceborn," he says, extending a swarthy hand. "I never had a chance to thank you...anything I can do, is a small return for saving my life, hey?"
Tonguez,
Captain McCrenshaw looks concerned as you inform him of the ship's position.
"69' North? That's a mite close to ice latitudes fer comfort. Mr. Lang, double the lookout detail. John Stout, yeh heard the course."
The relief pilot nods and twiddles the wheel. The ship's bowsprit swings around, pointing South-west.
Upon hearing the latitude, a nearby crewmember makes the sign of Calypso on his breast, muttering darkly about icebergs.
As a row of sharp teeth begin to form under the strokes of your knife, you hear footsteps on the deck.
Lupe Sanchez, bundled up in a pea jacket and with a wool muff wrapped around his neck, is walking the deck with a somewhat unsteady tread.
Seeing you carving your idol, he perches himself on the rail near you.
"Mr. Thriceborn," he says, extending a swarthy hand. "I never had a chance to thank you...anything I can do, is a small return for saving my life, hey?"
Tonguez,
Captain McCrenshaw looks concerned as you inform him of the ship's position.
"69' North? That's a mite close to ice latitudes fer comfort. Mr. Lang, double the lookout detail. John Stout, yeh heard the course."
The relief pilot nods and twiddles the wheel. The ship's bowsprit swings around, pointing South-west.
Upon hearing the latitude, a nearby crewmember makes the sign of Calypso on his breast, muttering darkly about icebergs.
Uriel
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Nico, on his way below decks spots Vemuz and Lupe Sanchez. Heading over he smiles and says 'Nice ta see ye 'ave yer legs back, My Sanchez.' Turning to Vemuz, Nico admires the Idol 'Nice bit 'O craftsmanship ya have there, Mr. Thriceborn.' With a wave good night, the Mage descends to see what mischief Artimus might have done in his absence.
Bob Aberton said:
"Think nothing of it sailor. I do only my job." Vemuz turns back to his work on the idol, ignoring Lupe long enough to create an uncomfortable moment of silence as well as the illusion of only mild interest once he speaks again. The quiet is broken only by the sound of Vemuz' knife grinding coarsely against the hard wood and the creaking of the rigging.
"That is an interesting knife you have there, Lupe." Vemuz does not even lift his eyes from his work to speak. "I don't think I've ever seen it's like." Finally his gaze turns upward, expectantly, at Lupe.
Bob Aberton
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Vemuz,
Lupe removes the knife from its lanyard (where it normally hangs around his neck) and turns it over in his hands.
"This?" he says. "It is an...heirloom of a kind, hey? My grandfather, he was sailor on an Espirante ship, ALCION. This is his knife. He get it when ALCION come across a half-dead man floating in the water, tied to a spar. He is too far gone to live, and he dies. But his possessions, his clothes and knife and what was in his pockets, are divided among the crew.
My grandfather, he get this knife, that says BLACK MAST on the hilt. His shipmate, he get the dead man's coat. One day, my grandfather found a piece of map in the pocket of the dead man's coat. He asks his shipmate if he can have the map, but his shipmate tell him, no, it was in the coat and the coat was his.
One night, they fight over the piece of map, and my grandfather, he had a murderous temper, or so I hear. He stabbed his shipmate with this knife and tipped the body overboard. No on e knew what happened to his shipmate, but my grandfather was a good man, and he felt very guilty over it.
So he mailed his pay, his clothes, and his knife (and the piece of map) home to his wife, who was pregnant with my father, on the next ship the ALCION met.
Then, one night, he walk off the end of the bowsprit, and that was the end of him.
My grandmother, she recieves my grandfather's wordly goods, and she keeps the knife and clothes. Now, the paper, it is written in a strange language, all spidery and...strange. So, she doesn't throw it away, but the knife and the paper pass down to my father, who also couldn't read the paper. But when his seafaring days are over, he give the paper to me, hoping maybe in my travels, I meet someone who can read it, hey?."
The sailor pauses for breath, and hangs the knife once more around his neck.
"It is old," he says. "But it is not so special...except for the words BLACK MAST. I think that its owner was maybe crewman on the BLACK MAST" here he makes the sign of Calypso (roughly the equivalent of crossing oneself) on his breast. "who maybe fell overboard, hey?"
Lupe removes the knife from its lanyard (where it normally hangs around his neck) and turns it over in his hands.
"This?" he says. "It is an...heirloom of a kind, hey? My grandfather, he was sailor on an Espirante ship, ALCION. This is his knife. He get it when ALCION come across a half-dead man floating in the water, tied to a spar. He is too far gone to live, and he dies. But his possessions, his clothes and knife and what was in his pockets, are divided among the crew.
My grandfather, he get this knife, that says BLACK MAST on the hilt. His shipmate, he get the dead man's coat. One day, my grandfather found a piece of map in the pocket of the dead man's coat. He asks his shipmate if he can have the map, but his shipmate tell him, no, it was in the coat and the coat was his.
One night, they fight over the piece of map, and my grandfather, he had a murderous temper, or so I hear. He stabbed his shipmate with this knife and tipped the body overboard. No on e knew what happened to his shipmate, but my grandfather was a good man, and he felt very guilty over it.
So he mailed his pay, his clothes, and his knife (and the piece of map) home to his wife, who was pregnant with my father, on the next ship the ALCION met.
Then, one night, he walk off the end of the bowsprit, and that was the end of him.
My grandmother, she recieves my grandfather's wordly goods, and she keeps the knife and clothes. Now, the paper, it is written in a strange language, all spidery and...strange. So, she doesn't throw it away, but the knife and the paper pass down to my father, who also couldn't read the paper. But when his seafaring days are over, he give the paper to me, hoping maybe in my travels, I meet someone who can read it, hey?."
The sailor pauses for breath, and hangs the knife once more around his neck.
"It is old," he says. "But it is not so special...except for the words BLACK MAST. I think that its owner was maybe crewman on the BLACK MAST" here he makes the sign of Calypso (roughly the equivalent of crossing oneself) on his breast. "who maybe fell overboard, hey?"
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