Deep Water and Shoals II

[Bob Aberton]

Malthas,

"It's not Mr. Lang as y' should be worried 'bout runnin' afoul of. Poor Mr. Thriceborn has th' thankless task o' learnin' them th' ropes an all; y' should have seen some o' th' ways they took into their heads t' belay th' halyards when we hoisted sail. Fortunately Mr. Thriceborn took care o' that before Mr. Lang say it; he'd've had a fit o' apoplexy if he'd seen them Orcish hitches," the Captain says with a small smile.

Nicodemus,

"Dwarvish slavery? Now that's something I've never seen - or heard much of, come t' think of it. Can't say I favor slavery much either, strikes me as wrong on moral an' economic grounds. Morally, because popular to contrary belief Orcs – and of course dwarves too - are just as much free thinking creatures as humans, and there isn’t a man I’ve known or heard of that would argue that humans should be treated like cattle, and economically because you can only beat so much work out of a fellow before he either fights back or dies," Weaver says. She pauses for a long beat and stares into the depths of her brandy glass.

"Mr. Arfaliunium," she says at last, "if I told you there were some people I knew, some people that share our views and are actually doing something about it, like you did over in Standishtown...would be interested in getting in contact with these hypothetical people when next we make port? I assume you were the ringleader in that little caper over in Standishtown, as Lang punished you the heaviest."

 

[kenjib]

Vemuz,

Orville leaps into the air with a half-shouted oath upon hearing the sound of your knife upon the wood. Seeing the source of the sound does not put him anymore at ease. He fidgets nervously.

"Er, er, no sign o' weakness in this rope, sir, checked it thoroughly," he stammers, attempting to brazen it out.

"Well, since you seem to take such an initiative in checking the strength of a coil of rope, perhaps you can check the rest of them? Start with that one over there." Vemuz points to another coil of rope nearby. "When you're done with the coils on the deck you can go down to the hold and check on all of the stores of rope we have belowdecks. For every rope that's not coiled neatly you'll get a day with half rations of food. Now get to it and let me not see you again lying about when there's work to be done. You're still on shift, sailor." There is a hint of sarcasm in that last word.

 

[dead_radish]

Malthas grins. "Aye, I can only imagine." He takes a deep drink from his flask, and screws the cap on, wincing slightly. "Well, I suppose there's no use waiting to take this on, eh? P'rhaps if I get them while they're working, they won't swing quite as hard...."

He looks thoughtful. "We do have a ship's doctor aboard, right?"

He then hands over his post to the relief pilot, and makes his way down to the main deck, stretching and rolling his neck as he goes in a very theatrical display of preparation. He approaches Vemuz after he finishes upbraiding a man, and calls him over.

"The captain would like me to begin the small arms training - can you spare a group of perhaps 5 to start with?"

 

[Tonguez]

Malachi,

(OOC: Fortunately the GRACE has a harpooner aboard for when the slimy things start crawling. That poem makes for good inspiration, I warn you )

ooc Glad to oblige

Below Malachi gently starts to snore - noisly

 

[Bob Aberton]

Vemuz,

Orville pales as he hears his punishment meted out.

"All th' rope - below an' abovedecks? But sir, that's miles an' miles o' rope! I-I'll starve afore I finish, sir, honest!" He slumps his shoulders and looks as pitiful as possible, but doesn't linger around to catch a stinging retort. He shambles over to the coil of rope indicated and begins to re-coil it slowly and painstakingly, muttering under his breath, no doubt describing your ancestry and the morals of the female side of your family in great and vulgar detail.

Jonah,

While you sit in your cabin, waiting for the sun to soften its glare, you hear a knock on your cabin door.

"Mr. Jonah? I come in, please, hey?"

You recognize the Espirantish accent of Lupe Sanchez, the sailor whose mysterious map you translated on the voyage to Standishtown.

 

[Uriel]

"Mr. Arfaliunium," she says at last, "if I told you there were some people I knew, some people that share our views and are actually doing something about it, like you did over in Standishtown...would be interested in getting in contact with these hypothetical people when next we make port? I assume you were the ringleader in that little caper over in Standishtown, as Lang punished you the heaviest."

Taking a long look at Miss Weaver, Nico says 'Well, I am a'gin enslavement, Miss Weaver. As to the last caper, I jus did me part, me skills coming in handy, as it were. The strong arms and quick feet o' me Mates did jus as much in freeing them poor blighters as did me magic.
Tell on regarding these other folk. I be listening...[/I]

 

[Bob Aberton]

double post...

 

[Bob Aberton]

The CALYPSO'S GRACE rolls gently on in the long ocean swell, timbers creaking and rigging rattling and BUMPing with the moderate breeze astern.

 

[kenjib]

He approaches Vemuz after he finishes upbraiding a man, and calls him over.

"The captain would like me to begin the small arms training - can you spare a group of perhaps 5 to start with?"

"Aye. You can start by waking some up from the bunks. They're expecting it." Vemuz continues to keep a sharp watch over the orc abovedecks, quickly stepping in to correct them when they make mistakes.

 

[Xael]

When Lupe knocks on the door and speaks, Jonah turns to look at the door for a few seconds, and then ansvers shortly: "Sure."