The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[Mallak]

The crow's nest is tight quarters with both Magyar and Colmarr crowding the space, but fortuanately the gnome is small. Wrapped in his blanket within the protection of the wall, Colmarr still feels a bit of a draft. The rocking of the ship is more pronounced at this height, too, and helps to lull him to sleep. Hopefully, it does not do the same to the magician.

Denther finds a cozy spot in the hold to bed down for the night, wedged between cargo and hull, where the gentle lapping of the waves makes a soft rhythm in his mind.

 

[MummyKitty]

Up in the bow, N'un T'Chauck spots a slight but consistent rill in the water a few points to starboard. It is likely an indication of a sandbar.

"Captain, take care to the starboard!" Noonchuck calls back towards the helm and points towards the ripples in the water. He peers in the direction of the possible submerged obstacle, and takes hold of his harpoon. Standing in the prow of a ship with this weapon in his hands makes him feel almost invincible, ready to take on anything that may appear in the watery darkness.

 

[Mallak]

Captain Ben flips the wheel to port and the ship turns, neatly skirting the disturbance under the water. Swinging wide around the spit, the captain points the ship into the center of the channel. Calling up to the crow's nest, he says, "Mag, we'll need your hands down here for entering the channel! We'll be tacking against the wind and the current, though fortunately the tide is with us."

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

"Aye, Captain," Mag calls down, grateful for the excuse to get out of the height and the additional chill. He nudges Colmarr as he leaves. "Captain wants me on the deck, Colmarr. Dunno if we need the crow's nest watch as we dock or not, but thought I'd let you know; you probably have a better sense of these things than I do."

With that, Mag makes his way back down to the deck, pulls his gloves snug to protect his hands, and sets to whatever task the captain assigns him.

 

[Mallak]

At the helm, Captain Ben calls out soft orders to Mag as he guides the Pander Ban up the channel. Though his voice is low, it carries easily across the still night water.

The narrow inlet cuts back behind the hills before turning almost ninety degrees and heading inland. There, hidden from prying eyes on the ocean, the captain brings her to rest.

"Drop anchor. We'll spend the night here and be away at first light. Noonchuck, you take first watch, followed by Mag. Put Denthar on last watch, and wake me at dawn. We'll sail with the morning tide."

After a moment, the captain will turn and head below decks to his cabin and his bunk.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Colmarr sleepily rubs his eyes as he sits up. “Yes I suppose we’d better keep a watch just in case,” he replies as he stands, keeping the blanket wrapped around him as he looks out over the water.

 

[MummyKitty]

"Yes Captain. Rest well." Noonchuck examines the ship's surroundings, forming a mental picture of the riverbank so he can better recognize if anything changes. He grabs his harpoon and begins his watch routine, walking slowly and silently around the ship's deck, always glancing about to take in his surroundings and listening for anything louder than the waves lapping at the ship's hull. Every few rounds he varies his pattern, just in case someone is watching and waiting for an opening to board the ship.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Seeing the captain go belowdeck and hearing his orders for watches, Colmarr returns to his bedroll drifting off to sleep quickly.

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Braer leaves the Galley to have one final stroll on of the deck before turning in.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

"Wake me when it's my turn, Noon," Mag says, though he barely pauses enough to find acknowledgement, rushing down to the galley. His stomach is nearly cramping from the lack of food. He grabs a stray piece of bread and downs it greedily, a single slurp of water washing his throat clean. Knowing he'll have little time for sleep, he throws togther a quick, cold meal (no time for cutting and cooking)-- a sandwhich, perhaps, maybe a few pieces of dried fruit.

Then, blanket still draped across his shoulders, he takes only enough time to scoot his plate out of the way before falling quickly into an exhausted slumber, head on his arms at the table.

When Noonchuck wakes him, he'll snag his cloak, shortspear, and sling for guard duty, hoping all the while that he need use none of the weapons.