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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bob Aberton" data-source="post: 1287430" data-attributes="member: 1518">(OOC Malachi:  I've juggled the timeline a little bit, and you returned to the GRACE just before she unmoored and set sail.)All,With the new Orcish hands "breasting the bars," the capstan whirls like a toy top to the tune of "Captain Stormalong" and the CALYPSO'S GRACE slowly points her bowsprit seaward."Ol' Stormy he is dead an' gone,To me way, hey, Stormy!Ol' Stormy he is dead an' gone,Ay! Ay! Ay! Mister StormalongOf all ol' skippers he was the best,To me way, hey, Stormy!"Meanwhile, the original 8 able seamen scramble aloft, 3 to the foremast, 3 to the mainmast, and 2 to the mizzenmast, accompanied by the Second and Third mates.The carpenter, sailmaker, cook, and four Orcs tail onto the halyards and sheets.Topsails are let fall, sheeted home, and hoisted, bellying out in the fresh breeze.  The GRACE strains at her one remaining mooring warp, anxious to be free of the jetty."Cast us off, Mr. Lang, an' make sail," the Captain shouts to Mr. Lang.  Mr. Lang salutes, and a dockworker on shore casts off the last mooring warp.Free of the land, the GRACE glides towards the channel, slowly at first, then picking up speed as her fore - and mainsails are let fall and her topgallant sails set.Like a dignified woman picking up her skirts, the GRACE lets her sails belly out and a curl of foam appears under the cutwater.She quickens her pace, rolling and pitching a bit as she passes the Standishtown Shoals with all sails set.It's good to be at sea again.</blockquote>

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