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"Revenge, Renewal and the Promise of a New Year" (Boot Hill/D&D)
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<blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 1855888" data-attributes="member: 8530"><p><strong>Interlude One: "The Whaling Ship"</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><em>Approximately 800 northwest of Promise City.... </em> </strong> </p><p></p><p>Captain John Keenan sailed the whaling ship James Allen into the port of San Francisco. The small two-masted square-rigged ship of a style known as a Bark was coming to the end of a long Antarctic journey. The vessel was old, having been built nearly forty years before. In that time the highly prized north pacific sperm whales had become scare, hunted to the point where the remaining ones had fled both north and south. Most whalers chose to follow them north, but Keenan decided upon a southerly trek for the most recent trip. </p><p></p><p>His decision proved successful, finding the home for a large school of sperm whales along the Antarctic’s Bellingshausen Sea. The twelve adults and twenty-six calves that the Allen’s crew took in were all sold for a fair price in Argentina at the port of San Julien where they were to then be processed and the various oils and ivory loaded onto ships of the British merchant fleet that made the port their home. </p><p></p><p>The Allen had then sailed back around Cape Horn, with a port of call planned for Santiago, Peru to take on supplies and cargo for the long voyage home. But before that they had another trip to make, back at the inhospitable southern continent. Eight days later they sailed into the inlet between Charcot Island and the peninsula known as Palmerland, a voyage only possible by ship during the peak of the southern hemisphere’s summer. </p><p></p><p>The ship docked and then picked up a group of seven very unusual passengers. Five of these were of races exclusive to Antarctica, the only humans to ever lay eyes on these creatures being the hardiest of whalers who dared venture this close. The first three stood nine feet tall and their bodies were covered with a thick fur. Their oversized heads had threatening looks and the wide mouths showed dozens of yellowed fangs. “Bugbear” was the term that the first whalers had named them, although the name itself did not do justice to these creatures. </p><p></p><p>They were followed by two even larger creatures, towering a full fifteen-feet in height. Other than the size, these giant creatures looked far more like humans than their shorter furry companions, with thick wind-blown hides beneath the heavy fur coats they wore as clothing. </p><p></p><p>The first of the final two was the human man who had befriended these unusual races, teaching himself the language and customs of these creatures. He was rugged-looking in his own manner, standing nearly seven-feet tall and weighing over 300-pounds of solid muscle. A hunter by trade, he sought adventure on all of the continents. With him was a female ogress and it was said that she had been with the hunter for nearly twenty-years, having first met on an African safari. Keenan was uncertain what their actual relationship was and he dared not to ask. </p><p></p><p>The trip to north had begun without incident. When they made port in Santiago the hunter used the time to send both telegrams and to utilize magical means of communication to contact associates of his in the civilized world. At the port of Managua, Nicaragua the hunter received a response from one. He informed Keenan that a lucrative and challenging job lie ahead for him and that the Captain would receive a $ 400 bonus if he made port in San Francisco within ten days. </p><p></p><p>Keenan pushed his ship and crew with all he could to make that deadline despite a severe storm that attempted to heed their progress along the majority of the Mexican coastline. Keenan was proud of his old vessel and the punishment she was able to withstand. He guessed that she still had a number of good years left in her and was correct in that assessment, as another dozen years would pass until she was to meet her fate of running aground upon a rocky shoal along the Alaskan coast. </p><p></p><p>They arrived in port with a day to spare and the hunter happily paid the promised amount. The hunter and his six unusual companions departed the ship, receiving unusual looks from everyone near the docks. The port’s customs officials were busy searching the coats of the hundreds of Chinese immigrants, trying to find illegal opium being smuggled into the country. But these officials let the hunter and his companions pass by them without stopping, none of the humans daring to even pose a question to them. The hunter went directly to one of the finest grand hotels of the city where one of the many dining rooms had been prepared in advance for him and his entourage to stay in during their brief respite in the city. </p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 9px"><strong>End of Interlude</strong>. </span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Silver Moon, post: 1855888, member: 8530"] [B]Interlude One: "The Whaling Ship"[/B] [B][I]Approximately 800 northwest of Promise City.... [/I] [/B] Captain John Keenan sailed the whaling ship James Allen into the port of San Francisco. The small two-masted square-rigged ship of a style known as a Bark was coming to the end of a long Antarctic journey. The vessel was old, having been built nearly forty years before. In that time the highly prized north pacific sperm whales had become scare, hunted to the point where the remaining ones had fled both north and south. Most whalers chose to follow them north, but Keenan decided upon a southerly trek for the most recent trip. His decision proved successful, finding the home for a large school of sperm whales along the Antarctic’s Bellingshausen Sea. The twelve adults and twenty-six calves that the Allen’s crew took in were all sold for a fair price in Argentina at the port of San Julien where they were to then be processed and the various oils and ivory loaded onto ships of the British merchant fleet that made the port their home. The Allen had then sailed back around Cape Horn, with a port of call planned for Santiago, Peru to take on supplies and cargo for the long voyage home. But before that they had another trip to make, back at the inhospitable southern continent. Eight days later they sailed into the inlet between Charcot Island and the peninsula known as Palmerland, a voyage only possible by ship during the peak of the southern hemisphere’s summer. The ship docked and then picked up a group of seven very unusual passengers. Five of these were of races exclusive to Antarctica, the only humans to ever lay eyes on these creatures being the hardiest of whalers who dared venture this close. The first three stood nine feet tall and their bodies were covered with a thick fur. Their oversized heads had threatening looks and the wide mouths showed dozens of yellowed fangs. “Bugbear” was the term that the first whalers had named them, although the name itself did not do justice to these creatures. They were followed by two even larger creatures, towering a full fifteen-feet in height. Other than the size, these giant creatures looked far more like humans than their shorter furry companions, with thick wind-blown hides beneath the heavy fur coats they wore as clothing. The first of the final two was the human man who had befriended these unusual races, teaching himself the language and customs of these creatures. He was rugged-looking in his own manner, standing nearly seven-feet tall and weighing over 300-pounds of solid muscle. A hunter by trade, he sought adventure on all of the continents. With him was a female ogress and it was said that she had been with the hunter for nearly twenty-years, having first met on an African safari. Keenan was uncertain what their actual relationship was and he dared not to ask. The trip to north had begun without incident. When they made port in Santiago the hunter used the time to send both telegrams and to utilize magical means of communication to contact associates of his in the civilized world. At the port of Managua, Nicaragua the hunter received a response from one. He informed Keenan that a lucrative and challenging job lie ahead for him and that the Captain would receive a $ 400 bonus if he made port in San Francisco within ten days. Keenan pushed his ship and crew with all he could to make that deadline despite a severe storm that attempted to heed their progress along the majority of the Mexican coastline. Keenan was proud of his old vessel and the punishment she was able to withstand. He guessed that she still had a number of good years left in her and was correct in that assessment, as another dozen years would pass until she was to meet her fate of running aground upon a rocky shoal along the Alaskan coast. They arrived in port with a day to spare and the hunter happily paid the promised amount. The hunter and his six unusual companions departed the ship, receiving unusual looks from everyone near the docks. The port’s customs officials were busy searching the coats of the hundreds of Chinese immigrants, trying to find illegal opium being smuggled into the country. But these officials let the hunter and his companions pass by them without stopping, none of the humans daring to even pose a question to them. The hunter went directly to one of the finest grand hotels of the city where one of the many dining rooms had been prepared in advance for him and his entourage to stay in during their brief respite in the city. [SIZE=1][B]End of Interlude[/B]. [/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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