Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Desiree "the Leperchaun" Groves

Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 11/14 Luck 1d2;
Equipment: 2 portions of rum; 4 portions of water

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Desiree helps himself to the rum and then helps himself to some water before it's used to water the sand.

"So, are we manufacturin' a boat or shelter? I don't much wanna stick around here if we don't have teh. But some food'd be nice."

Spoiler: OOC

What ARE we doing? I vote for a boat. Then a quick explore for food.

 

[Maggan]

"I will take stock of the island while you prepare a camp, me mates."

Safari locks his eyes on the sandy hill at the center of the island.

"I'll be heading as high as I can. Anyone feel like stretching their legs?"

With that, Safari starts walking towards the middle of the island, hoping to get a higher perspective of the place.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

From where you washed up, the island appears to be about four or five miles long, tip to tip. The hill at its center is about an hour's hike from the beach and looks like it will offer a 360 degree view of the island.

If everyone joins in, either a raft or shelter can be constructed by nightfall. If not everyone participates -- like if someone goes scouting or hunts for food and water -- that will extend the time necessary to do either task.

 

[payn]

Bautista stares at the map, then stares at the hill in the center of the island. He then looks at his fellow shipmates and points inward of the island as if asking a question without saying any actual words...

 

[Maggan]

Bautista stares at the map, then stares at the hill in the center of the island. He then looks at his fellow shipmates and points inward of the island as if asking a question without saying any actual words...

Safari nods and gestures towards the hill.

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

“Sure, sure. Go see what’s around, I’ll start on making a boat. It might have to double as a shelter. We can use the sail as a roof for tonight.”

((I’m making a boat unless they come back and tell me there’s something on this island. Which I doubt there is))

 

[KoolMoDaddy-O]

“Sure, sure. Go see what’s around, I’ll start on making a boat. It might have to double as a shelter. We can use the sail as a roof for tonight.”

A boat? This thought hadn't occurred to Burn Tokwith. Perhaps that would offer a better chance of survival than a signal fire. Then they could set sail immediately for that treasure...

Tokwith leaps to assist the Leperchaun. "Let's get to it! No time to waste. We can sleep when we're corpses in our graves!"

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

As the others -- at least those with opposable thumbs -- get to work on making a boat/shelter, Bautista, Safari and Scaggs set out toward the center of the island. They pass waving sea grass and bushes, and signs of seabird nesting sites, along with the occasional silvery gray snake looking to make a meal of the birds or their eggs.

After an hour, sweating under the noon sun, the trio reach the top of the hill. From here, they can see that the island is less than six miles from end to end, and is mostly diamond shaped, with a small harbor on the northeast side and a small island -- a dot of a sandbar, really -- just beyond that.

There appears to be an abandoned campsite on the north shore of the island.

From the top of the hill, two other islands are visible, and the castaways are able to identify their location.: They're on Conception Island in the Bahamas.

About 15 miles southwest is the Isle of Yuma.

About 14 miles to the southeast is a smaller island, Rum Cay*. A faint wisp of smoke is visible coming from the island.

"Port Nelson," Scaggs mutters. "No more than a pirate campsite, really, but what passes for civilization in these parts, right enough."

* Pronounced "Rum Key"

 

[Maggan]

"An abandoned camp, huh. Could still be of use for us." Safari casts his eyes about, disappointed that no landmarks from the map seem readily apparent.

"If we can see smoke from Port Nelson, then they could see smoke from here, if we can't build a raft and sail there ourselves. Anyways, there should be ships passing by, so not everything is lost. Maybe there's more to plunder at that campsite."

Safari looks back in the direction of his mates building their ... boat. Can we see them from this sand hill?

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Safari looks back in the direction of his mates building their ... boat. Can we see them from this sand hill?

At this distance, it's obvious that there's an accumulating pile of debris and a handful of figures working on the boat.