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| Tweet Topic Started: June 22, 2013, 1:02 am (949 Views) | |
| That Butler | June 22, 2013, 1:02 am Post #1 |
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Pirates of Gaia OOC The sight of the sun rising up from the sea in the East was a lovely one indeed. It was Nathaniel Ward's favorite view in the morning, always enjoyed from the crow's nest, as ironic as it was for one such as Nathaniel to be literally perched up there. Still, no other place on the ship offered so lovely a view, and Nathaniel had no fear of heights. The crow's nest of his proud(ly stolen) vessel was quite high up the main mast. Climbing up would be taxing indeed for those unaccustomed to doing so, but Nathaniel never bothered with the climb itself. Those wings he liked to have sprouting from his back were not for show, after all. He gave a quiet sigh as he stretched out his slender black wings, catching the wind and allowing it to lift him from his perch. Once he felt his black boots disconnect from the wooden nest, he flapped his wings for stability and made his way back down to the deck below. His fellow Fera would be rising soon from their slumbers, if they had not risen already. They were due to arrive at a port city in the coming day or so to resupply the ship--renamed Gaia's Galleon after Nathaniel had procured it--and shortly afterward they'd be setting sail once again. It felt good to know that he'd be setting foot on land once more in the near future. As much as he enjoyed being as sea--the freedom, the salty air, the lovely wind--he did like seeing trees every so often. That, and pleasurable company was nonexistent out at sea. He was sure his First Mate was looking forward to the bawdy houses that were located in the particular port they were heading to. The rum they would be buying was also earning no few longing thoughts from the Corax. He glanced around the decks, seeing a few of the Kinfolk he'd hired as workmen beginning their morning duties. Two men had begun to swab the deck, and he saw one Kinfolk checking the knots of the thick ropes that held their cannons in place. Leaving them to their work, Nathaniel strode lightly over to the helm. His compass told him their bearing was still true, and he gave his chart a glance for good measure before shifting into his Corvid form. He took wing and started making easy circles overhead, riding the wind as he got a bit of exercise in his raven guise. This was his usual morning routine, following watching the sun rise. If anyone on the deck needed him, they only needed to call his name loudly enough and he'd fly down to them. His hearing was acute, and his vision was even better. If someone didn't want to shout, it was easy enough to flag him down. Otherwise, he'd be flying for a little while. Of course, it was fully possible for him to fly around in his Homid form, as he did to go up and down from the crow's nest. For longer flights like this, however, he preferred his Corvid form. He didn't want humans or any enemies to catch sight of him flying as a Homid. Humans would likely panic or otherwise react poorly to seeing something so bizarre, and enemies... Well, enemies would attack. It was always safer to pretend to be human when around the enemies of Gaia. At least until it was time to strike. The agents of the Wyrm resorted to underhanded tactics and sneak attacks often enough. Fera would have to do the same if they wanted to destroy such agents. |
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| Dream | June 22, 2013, 4:05 am Post #2 |
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The sun was barely above the horizon, when a young female Fera awoke. The thirteen year old rubbed her eyes, blinking away the sleep. The sun was bright as it reflected across the waters, though she was used to that by then. She got herself ready for the morning as she would every other day, spending far less time on her appearance than would be expected. With her blonde hair pulled back into a bandana, she emerged from her bunk. Land. It wasn't that Talen was remarkably eager for land - she didn't much mind being at sea for long periods of time - but it was the information that she yearned for. There was a slight worry, though she pushed it from her mind, as much as she could, that once they reached shore, the crew would try to send her on her way. Realistically, she knew that wouldn't happen. The unrealistic, childish part of her, however, felt differently. Even so, the prospect of dry land, of being with others, of blending into the background, finding out everything there was to know, was too much to resist. She wandered onto the deck, looking around. She spotted Nathaniel by the crow's nest, and sent a small wave his direction. He was probably off for a morning flight, and she couldn't much blame him. At that point, she smiled at the crew, yet staying out of everyone's way. It was gonna be an eventful day. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| Enja | June 23, 2013, 12:13 am Post #3 |
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The day was bright and the skies vast and blue like the ocean that the ship sailed on. Shukla was up early to help out on the deck; he enjoyed helping out the other hands in swabbing the deck or making sure that the sails were tight in place. Working was something that kept him at peace and away from the first mate, Shukla wasn’t a very big fan of that man and he made it his task to stay away from him at all cost, but the captain was the only one he had no problem with and that’s mainly because how could he be on a ship of a person that he wouldn’t like? But he made it work since he still kind of hated the captain. Shukla was helping the men tighten the knots on the canons and cracking a few jokes with the men that were with him. Seeing as Shukla is the new person on the ship, he only knew very little about everyone but for the most part he got along just fine with everyone else that were just the helping hands, in a way he looked at himself as that and nothing more for this ship was just a step on his journey. Once Shukla finished helping with the canons he walked over to the side of the ship and looked out. It took him some time but he finally noticed the captain was up and about on some kind of morning fly. Shukla could only look at the sky and watch him fly around until he heard a noise. Shukla turned and seen the young girl known as Talen. He looked at her for a short period as he noticed her hair shining in the light, it was a beautiful site to him, but she was far too young for his liking and even so a smile still crept across his face as he slowly turned his head and looked out at the sea. Shukla’s short teal hair blew in the wind with a smile on his face. The smell of the water that surrounded them was something he was enjoying, his hands in his pocket, his ears closed to all noise that is not that of the wind and the splash of the waves against the ship. He slowly left the world behind and wondered away into his thoughts, he knew that they would soon be on land, but that wouldn’t stop him from wondering through such a place. Edited by Enja, June 23, 2013, 12:19 am.
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| understatedEloquence | June 23, 2013, 12:17 am Post #4 |
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The first rays of sun were low in the sky when a small, redheaded teen Fera groaned and cracked his eyes open. Ashton rose from where he was sprawled lazily over his bed, stretching his arms over his head. Peeking out of his barely cracked door, the bastet caught sight of his captain circling high above. A grin curled his lips, mind churning with the possibilities the day could bring. It looked like it was going to be yet another day of pestering the crew and trying to get under ole' Nathaniel's skin. But first...he had work to do... Running a hand through his unruly red hair and pulling on his clothes for the day, Ashton winked at himself in the mirror and slipped from his cabin. Winking up at the raven circling high above, Ashton breathed in deeply. The salty, ocean air was surprisingly relaxing, despite how much he used to hate the water. Even so, the kid was seriously looking forward to being on land once more. He waved at a few of the kinfolk working on deck, light on his feet as he practically trotted over the deck to begin his morning chores. Almost immediately the jokes started, spilling from his lips as easy as breathing as he worked. When Ashton swept passed Talon, staying out of her way, he smiled a bit and kept walking. "Mornin'." He chirped with a grin, eyes sparkling. Gazing out over the water, sparkling in the early morning sun, the teenager sighed. They were so close, and growing ever closer to that dry land. He looked forward to running around and spying like he used to. Who knows what sort of things he would learn? Just thinking about it filled Ashton with anticipation. There was a pep in his walk that wasn't normally there, a smile that was brighter than usual. Oh yes, it was going to be a good day! |
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| Kraveing_volkf | June 23, 2013, 3:53 am Post #5 |
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Sara opened her eyes sitting up and instantly leaving the quarters. Some may say she is not a morning person, but considering how quickly she is up and ready…and considering how close her morning personality is to her 'night' personality, really there isn't much difference. The tall ten foot bipedal shark walked from the quarters onto the deck, then dropped into the water where she started to swim. Sara is a Rokea, meaning she's a shark, she loves the water, however she also can't sleep and keep up to a moving ship so she typically has to sleep on the ship unless they are anchored down. Actually its probably a little hilarious since she hates her homid form so she winds up sleeping in her gladius form; after all what could be 'better' than seeing a large shark sleeping on a hammock half her size? Sara swam for only a short while before she climbed out of the water, doing her best not to offset the ship. She started to move around the deck, looking at the others. Since they were landing soon Sara would have to stay behind, she would swim around the ship all she wanted then. She may go onto the land just to see what goes on there, but since that requires her homid form one can see why she's not enthusiastic about going. She could see Shukla helping the other deckhands, then looking off into the distance. He was fairly new but since he was a member of the crew Sara saw him as family and as such treated him similarly…with a glare and growl. She noticed Talen out of the corner of her eye, the girl was small so typically Sara didn't really notice her. Ashton was the next she noticed, he also seemed to be looking toward the distance, and from what she could see he seemed…happier? Sara continued pacing as she waited for someone to mention the land was near or for Nathaniel to tell her to do something. She didn't quite notice the captain flying above them, but then again she didn't really look toward the sky opting to keep her attention lower so she doesn't step on anyone. |
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| Velkyn | June 26, 2013, 4:16 pm Post #6 |
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The Chaos Maiden
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It wasn’t dusk, but Mukiri was awake all the same; the ‘yena rarely slept below deck, unless of course it was some horrid monster of a storm. Instead, they ended up sprawled in some tangle of rope or another, somewhere amidst the rigging. How they managed to not end up dashed on the decks, or thrown off into the sea was oft a matter of discussion between the various kinfolk aboard. With less-than-careful motions, Mukiri jerked the lithe limbs of their homid form free from the bits of rope and rigging that had wrapped around and snared them like thick snakes. Once they were free, the Ajaba was hanging upside down, as if it were a natural position for them. They had been awake since the sun had begun to rise, turning the ocean to fire and blood, but had seen no reason to stir themselves into action at least until Nathaniel had descended from his perch. (As horrible as it was, Mukiri found a Corax in the Crow’s Nest rather amusing, to say the least.) Like a couple of others, Mukiri was not particularly amused by the thought of going to land. They also weren’t particularly amused at the thought of not being able to lounge around as a proper metis. Though they had a mind for stealth, they often hungered for the ability to stay in their natural form, which was so unnatural to anyone non-Fera. They gave a huff as the thought crossed their mind, still hanging like some absurd bat without wings, then let their arm and torso muscles go slack, only clinging to the rigging with legs, using gravity to aid in morning stretches. Mukiri slid a leg from the rope then, swinging a bit like a pendulum only to grab another bit of rigging with a hand, and pull themselves over onto it. As usual, their first task of the day was going over the rigging. Particularly the bits that had begun to wear, which the ‘yena was greatly aware of. Broken lines could mean trouble, and there was definitely a rope on its way out. They easily moved through the rigging, checking along the length of rope and feeling over the places it had begun to fray. In a couple of places, it was worn near halfway through. They wrinkled their nose. Perhaps it is good we will see land soon, they reflected, running dexterous fingers over the rope, Better than waiting until the rope has sheared. Blackwing will want the knowledge… They looked up, watching the crow circle for a few moments, before deciding. They finished up the morning inspection of the sails, and knots, and rigging in general. A couple had knots had to be re-tied, there was a reason Mukiri disliked leaving the job to others at times. Mukiri’s knots rarely slipped, where other’s? Well. None of the knots they had to retie were their own. Oh well, they couldn’t be the one to take care of everything. Sometimes it was good for another to be able to make the split-second decisions that would prevent a sail from being torn, or worse yet, a mast from being ripped from the ship. They climbed to the highest point they dared, reaching up into the sky a good distance. While their voice was strong as a metis, and every form between that and being a full ‘yena, Mukiri was’s homid voice was rather quiet. Nathaniel would still likely be able to hear them, but rather than calling out, the Ajaba waved for the Corax’s attention. |
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| That Butler | June 26, 2013, 6:59 pm Post #7 |
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Nathaniel kept an eye on the happens below, watching as his crew began their morning routines. Sara was already out for a swim, which didn't surprise him in the least. Equally unsurprising was when she climbed back onto the ship and paced around with seemingly nothing to do. While the Rokea was certainly an asset to him and the crew, she was still very much like a fish out of water--the Corax chuckled to himself at the phrase--when on the ship. He would like to see her take some initiative in the future when it came to the morning tasks. She was a hell of a fighter, though. That he could very much appreciate. He focused his attention on the other Fera members of the crew, watching them begin their work. The Bastet was up and as cheerful as ever, though the jokes the boy was undoubtedly spouting off went unheard from the height Nathaniel was at. The boy seemed to be excited to reach dry land, judging by the way he was gazing oh-so-longingly in the direction of the shore. Nathaniel made a mental note of that. The Ratkin was staying out of everyone's way, as Nathaniel expected. She was a little young to be handling the more physical-labor-intensive tasks, anyway. Though the girl was probably strong enough to manage them. He wasn't going to discount the strength of any Fera, though his own variety wasn't made for feats of strength. He knew his limitations, which was why he was often wary of getting too close to enemies himself. The hollow bones of a Corax did not stand up well to hard hits from the agents of the Wyrm. A good hit from one of those damned Black Spiral Dancers would likely end him... He pulled his thoughts away from those twisted, insane former-Garou and instead looked around at the others of his crew. Shulka was easy to spot, working alongside the Kinfolk in scrubbing the deck and the like. That was good of him. As the newest member of the crew, his responsibilities fell more in line with the Kinfolk. He needed to earn the right to perform other tasks, which undoubtedly was a cause of annoyance for a Garou. The werewolves didn't enjoy being at the bottom of any totem pole. Nathaniel remembered the tension that had arisen between the Garou and other Fera in the past. That tension endured to the present, and Nathaniel knew he'd have to keep a close eye on that Garou. The last crew member that Nathaniel focused his attention on was Mukiri. Mukiri was the first Ajaba the Corax had ever come across, and he had to admit that the dual-souled Fera had him very perplexed. Mostly by the concept of a dual-soul. He doubted that was a common occurrence, though he supposed it might have something to do with the fact that Mukiri was a metis. Fera of such a birth tended to have something wrong with them. At least, they did in the case of Garou. He wasn't actually sure how that worked out for other Fera. Though he imagined they were all still sterile. Not that he would be rude enough to outright ask one about that. He watched Mukiri check over the ropes for a few minutes, then simply continued his flight in absentminded peace. Though when he saw that Mukiri had climbed to a higher point, he glanced toward the Ajaba. The wave confirmed his suspicions that the Ajaba had some need of him, and he tucked his wings in for a quick spin to drop some altitude before flying over to Mukiri to land on the Ajaba's left shoulder. Though he was large for a raven, he was still light-weight. He doubted Mukiri would be at all inconvenienced by having him sit there. "Is something the matter, Mukiri?" he asked, remaining in his corvid form for now. In a more teasing tone, he asked, "Did you break my ship?" Speaking while in this form was somewhat difficult, though he was well-practiced at partial-shifting to allow him to speak in any form. Any Fera could accomplish the same, with a bit of practice. Nathaniel had a great deal of it, considering how he almost always partial-shifted to give himself wings even in his homid form. |
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| Velkyn | June 26, 2013, 10:30 pm Post #8 |
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The slim homid adjusted only slightly when the oil-slick-colored avian landed on their shoulder, grateful for the deceptive strength of this particular form. It only really took them wrapping the left arm as opposed to the right in and around the various thick ropes and lines. It had been joked that Mukiri would make a fine weremonkey, if such things were common place. Do those kind of Fera exist, I wonder? the Ajaba mused, though they pulled themselves from their thoughts when the captain spoke. ”Now why would I go and break such a wonderful girl as this, Captain?” Mukiri asked, feigning a distinctly injured expression, ”Far too wonderful for me to treat her harshly, and far too obedient as well.” Chocolate-colored fingers slipped rather fondly over the thick ropes and lines. It was their loving embrace, after all, which kept the Ajaba from being tossed to the sea. While they might enjoy the occasional dip in the salty waters, they were not Rokea, like Sara. A part of them was glad of this fact, not certain if they had the temperament to survive as one of her kind. ”No, no. She has been well cared for, but even the gentlest of lovings from wind and surf can take their toll on the strongest of lines,” the Ajaba said, in their soft, strangely lilting words. With just enough care to not dislodge the captain from his perch, they monkey’d through the rigging. They stopped a couple places, pointing out where time had worn into the ropes to a worrying extent. ”One line needs to be replaced. The others can wait, though I would not recommend waiting too terribly long,” they advised, before brown eyes scanned over the fera setting to work below them. It may also be a good idea to begin teaching Talen and Ashton to play in the riggings with me. It is unlikely I would miss something, but it can happen, and they do seem to occasionally need something to do… They brushed the thought away, fingering at the frayed line they clung to. A smile cracked their features. ”Perhaps with my love of ropes and lines, Mother Gaia should have made me an Ananasi, rather than Ajaba. We would have no need of rope, we could merely replace the lines with my thread,” they said good-naturedly, ”Anyways. I will let you return to your flight. I merely thought I would inform you before we made landfall to avoid any… unpleasant surprised.” |
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| Juicesir | June 27, 2013, 6:29 am Post #9 |
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"Fortunes forbid we have any of those." For a roughly half-ton, half-shifted Gurahl, Surge was often very silent. He had long ago grown accustomed to padding the decks of ships quietly, allowing his Arthren form to be as intimidating as needed but also as compact and stealthy as was required by the ship he was on. It is, after all, a rather difficult thing to accommodate bears at sea. Surge only mentioned this in passing to Mukiri as he had no wishes of interrupting the captain's morning rounds. And so, with a barrel slung across each of his very broad shoulders and a tip of his head to Blackwing along with a simple "Captain," he continued on his way down into the hold. Surge was a good first mate. He stood his 4-8 watch every morning, awaiting the Captain's circling and calling on each of the crew before he inventoried and truly began the day. Surge had been sleeping a majority of his life, and the winters were almost non-existent at sea, so Surge spent most nights aboard Gaia's Galleon making sure the damn thing stayed afloat. Gaia's Galleon... while Surge had certainly disagreed with Blackwing on many a subject, none had ever perhaps been as ferocious as the ownership of the vessel he now crewed for. Stepping down into the below decks and passing some Kinfolk making preparations for harbor, he continued to the hold proper. Inventory was a meditative experience for Surge. The counting and quantifying of their supplies and stock was his domain, among other things. And if this ship truly was Blackwing's and Sergio Hartz was truly in the dearest Captain's employ, then it was his honor to do his duties. His honor to make sure the decks were swabbed, the supplies counted, the crew content and sharp, the navigation proper and well tended. His honor to carry on serving his ship. He reached the hold and began his counting. |
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| Dream | June 27, 2013, 6:38 am Post #10 |
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Talen skittered around the deck, trying her hardest to keep out from underfoot. She was rather small, and likely to be in the way. It wasn't that she had an aversion to helping out, in fact, she would help out wherever possible, but when it came right down to it, she was not there to do physical labor. When the cabin boy passed her, she gave a sharp-toothed grin. "Mornin' Ashton!" she called, her voice slightly sing-songy. The young girl watched as the Fera and kinfolk went about their mornings. She noticed Mukiri in their tangle of rope, and stifled a giggle as they freed themself. She watched the strange Fera as they went about their mornings checks, slightly fascinated. Out of everyone, Mukiri was most interesting to the ratchild. She noticed the Corax on their shoulder, and shrugged to herself. There was probably some sort of business that they needed to talk about with the captain. A few moments later, Talen spotted Sara, back from her morning swim. Slinking around a few more kinfolk, she spun to face the Rokea. "Mornin' Sara!" she gave her stereotypical fanged grin. The girl would be easily mistaken as a kinfolk if it wasn't for her sharpened teeth. Well, and the small rat-like ears she typically sported, hidden by her bandana as well as her long hair. "How's th' water doin'?" she inquired of the shark-girl. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| That Butler | June 27, 2013, 6:25 pm Post #11 |
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Nathaniel took careful note of which lines were beginning to fray, and which was in need of replacement. They would have to take care of that when they made port, though their destination wasn't the best for such things. Sure there were some rigging supply stores there, but those were hidden amongst a plethora of brothels and bars. The place was a common stop for pirates, so the businesses there tended to cater to such ruffians. No doubt there would be some manner of Wyrm presence there, which Nathaniel would be very careful to watch for. "Noted," he said to the Ajaba. "Thank you for your good service as always, Mukiri." He took flight from Mukiri's shoulder, going the rest of the way down to the deck. Before even landing, he shifted into his mixed homid form and lightly stepped down onto the deck, his black wings setting him down with nary a sound. He folded his wings against his back and walked along the deck, his high black boots making only the slightest of sounds as he strode along. A few of the Kinfolk greeted him as he passed them by, and he gave them a small nod of acknowledgment. He'd seen that his First Mate was up and active, which was to be expected. Of all his crew, perhaps Sergio had the most of the Corax's trust. The Gurahl's sense of honor saw to that. Sergio had likely gone into the hold to do his usual inventory count, so that is where Nathaniel sought him out. He made his way down the stairs into the areas below deck, and he immediately felt a familiar, albeit unpleasant sense of anxiety when he could no longer see the sky. That was a feeling he kept to himself, however. He'd never mention it to anyone in the crew. Not that he thought they'd use that knowledge against him, but one could never be too careful. He went down into the hold, spotting his First Mate immediately. The Gurahl really wasn't difficult to spot. He was enormous, after all. Just seeing him brought back the memory of their fight, and a small shiver ran up the Corax's spine. To this day he didn't know quite how he'd managed to come out on top, or in one piece. Even though he trusted the werebear, he still couldn't completely erase the fear he had of his strength. "Everything in order, Sergio?" he inquired, coming to a halt beside the Gurahl. |
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| Juicesir | June 27, 2013, 9:31 pm Post #12 |
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Surge turned. He was perhaps too at home in below decks and too lost in his inventory, because the Captain's appearance had startled him somewhat. He would never admit to that, of course. Nor would he ever admit to preferring being below deck rather than being on the bouncing brine above. Something was natural about tight spaces, and the ship had a cave-like quality. It was originally why he had purchased it. Sergio turned, inventory log in his enormous hand. "We're low on rations, but that shouldn't be too hard to replace. We had a bit of an issue with our weapons supplies, however." He walked over to a barrel which should have been nestled warmly and snug in a corner so that none else could touch it, but was partially out and damp looking. "This board here," he pointed to behind where the box had been resting, "is a bit loose. The caulking's a bit old, and some spray got through over time. The gunpowder in this barrel's been dampened. It's no good. Unclean. It'll corrode our guns over time, which," he turned again, heading down along the other side, pointing to their only spare cannon, "will be an issue if we don't get at least another spare cannon or so." "But other than the food, and other than our weapons being a bit buggered right now, we're good. We've got a good haul of goods we can ply, and plenty of coin to get whatever we need, I believe." The beast of a man turned to his captain, and let out a heavy sigh, and let the inventory list fall to his side. "But, if you don't mind my saying so, that's not particularly what's worrying me. It's the crew. I get we need Fera but... they're young. Lotta them are green, and it don't sit right with me to have such a crew be so..." Surge was at a particular loss for words. On the one hand, he was trying not to offend the captain. On the other, he didn't believe in the crew. Sure, some of them were skilled and showed potential, but in his mind they had a lot left to prove. Most of them were too young to be on a ship, let alone out of their parents sight. It was the Captain's ship, but... "Listen, I trust you. And I like to think that feeling's mutual. But I don't trust the crew yet. They're weak." He let that hang in the air for a bit, seeing what reaction this might garner from the Captain, the single man who bested him, the man he vowed would ever be the only one to do so. |
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| understatedEloquence | June 28, 2013, 12:41 am Post #13 |
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Hearing Talon call back, Ashton turned on his heel, walking backwards a few steps, and winked at her. Then he turned back and trotted off to bug the kinfolk as they worked. Teal hair caught his eye and the boy grinned as he waved at Shukla. He seemed to be lost in thought...either that or he was doing a good job of ignoring the cabin boy. With a shrug and a shake of his head, Ashton continued looking around the deck. There was Sara, looking lost as ever. She...well, the boy wasn't sure how he felt about Sara. She always looked angry, he really didn't think she liked anyone. In all honesty, the wereshark scared him a bit. That in mind, Ashton skipped over her and went on. Mukiri, likely the most...interesting member of their crew in his opinion, was up in the ropes, and not moments earlier had been carrying on a conversation with the captain. Dual souls was something he'd never heard of, much less come across. As such, Mukiri interested Ashton to no end. Offering a little wave to the Ajaba, the Bastet returned to his task of bugging the kinsfolk. The only one he hadn't seen yet was the first mate, though that didn't bother him very much. Ashton got the feeling Sergio didn't like him very much, Well, at least didn't think he belonged on the ship. Of course, the boy didn't mind. He was here because he enjoyed the adventure, and was going to captain his own ship one day. Making friends with the Gurahl was not very high on his to do list. Lost in thought, the werecat wasn't paying attention and accidentally bumped into one of the kinfolk swabbing the deck. The man glared at him and Aston grinned. "Whoops, sorry 'bout that." He quipped, winking and taking the mop from him. At least now he had something to do, the kid thought as he began to help the others swab what was left of the deck. |
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| Kraveing_volkf | June 28, 2013, 1:47 am Post #14 |
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Sara had to stop her pacing when the small Ratkin, Talen, suddenly spun around another kinfolk and stopped in front of her. Sara looked around, seeming to be confused why she was being spoken to. The Rokea looked at the water before saying, "Calm, cool, plenty of fish." Sara took note of the sharp toothed grin of the young girl and gave her own smile, which wasn't exactly the most comforting smile. There was a rather interesting look on the shark-girls face, it was like she remembered something. What she said was also fairly interesting, "Morning…" For the Rokea pleasantries wasn't exactly a natural aspect of her life so while she didn't sound nice she wasn't exactly 'trying' to sound angry or mean. With another glance toward the water the Rokea asked the small Ratkin, "Did…you want to swim? Or are you trying to just make conversation?" |
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| That Butler | June 28, 2013, 1:54 am Post #15 |
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Blackwing circled around the Gurahl, much like a buzzard might circle around a carcass from the sky before landing to dine. He considered his First Mate's words carefully, being cautious in his own reply. While he agreed with some of what Sergio said, he felt the bear-man was being a little too harsh in his judgment of the crew's abilities. Fera were survivors. Those that couldn't cope with a dangerous world died very quickly. He'd heard so many stories... Coming to a halt behind his First Mate, he finally spoke. "Most of the Fera here are untested, that is true," he stated, "but that doesn't mean they are weak. They have survived to this point, and I have faith that when we encounter trouble, they will show their worth." He shrugged. "And if they don't, then they will no longer be an issue. I have enough faith in your fighting abilities, my friend, and my own survival skills to endure even if this crew fails." It was a horrible thing to say as a captain, he knew, but it was true. If someone on this crew was too weak to belong, then they'd be killed by their foes. Nathaniel was going to do what he could to prevent that from happening, yes, but their fates were ultimately in their own hands. He would not lead them astray--intentionally, at least--but he wasn't going to hold their hands and baby them, either. Even the younger ones like Talen and Ashton needed to stand on their own two feet. |
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| Juicesir | June 28, 2013, 2:07 am Post #16 |
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Surge took this with a cold nod, and a deep breath in. He took this as an understanding and agreement from Nathaniel. He turned and took a slight step closer to the Captain. "And I have enough faith and trust in you to know," he said with no threat but simply as a statement, "that if a failure of this crew threatens yourself or myself, then I consider it my duty to get rid of them before that becomes truly a problem." With that statement declared, Sergio leaned back, and brought his pad once again to his face. "All that unpleasantry aside, I think this port will do us some good." He turned and began strolling down the aisles of their precious cargo, soon to be offloaded. Making a quick spot check over it all one last time, he decided it was all in order. "Now," he said, storing his pad and pencil, "I'm going to rustle up some of our kinfolk to help get this stuff prepped for landing. I'm believing we're to be on land as soon as possible. We still need a few crewmen, yes?" Surge waited for the answer he knew his captain would give. It was more a formality of chatter that he was engaging now, and also to get the subject away from what they had just discussed. "Well, I'm going to get this cargo ready if that all is the case. If you need me, you know where I'll be sir." Surge gave the captain a short salute, and then headed up the stairs to the main deck. He saw a couple of the Fera milling about, along with several of the kinfolk basically doing nothing. He cupped his hands around his mouth and, with a semi-roar, belted orders. "Oi! Laurence! Verd! Bring some of those kinfolk and come help us set up the cargo for shore, eh?" He turned, and began thumping down the steps, still calling. "We've got a lot of plunder to get into the proper hands, it seems..." |
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| understatedEloquence | June 28, 2013, 6:25 am Post #17 |
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Ashton had most of the kinfolk entertained as they worked. He was light on his feet, humming to himself as he swabbed in an almost dance-like motion. Despite all of the games, he did the job well, and soon enough the deck was swabbed and ready for the day. "That's how ya do'it boys." He remarked with a wink, grinning wide at the eye rolls and smirks he got in return. Had to keep those kinfolk on their toes. Hearing his name being called, Ashton twirled on his feet and glancing towards where the voice came from. Of course it would be Sergio, the one crew member he was sure didn't like having him around. Oh well, at least it was something interesting to do. Turning back to the kinfolk around him, Ashton grinned again and gestured with his hands. "Alrigh', boys...you heard the big, bad, surly first mate. Let's get a-goin'" He joked, pulling a few laughs from them as they all made their way over. Stopping in front of the Gurahl, Ashton grinned even wider, bringing two fingers to his head in a mock salute. "Ready to go, Serge." He quipped, rocking on his heels. For all his joking, the kid really did work hard with the jobs given to him. He was only sixteen, so there was a lot not yet trusted to him to do, but the tasks Blackwing and the others gave him were always finished quickly and efficiently. Edited by understatedEloquence, June 28, 2013, 7:32 am.
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| Dream | June 29, 2013, 10:44 pm Post #18 |
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Talen shrugged, looking at the supposedly-intimidating sharkgirl. The young ratkin wasn't one for getting intimidated easily, despite her small stature. "Li'l of both." she admitted, looking at the older female. "See...." she glanced around, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don' 'xactly know...'ow to swim..." she admitted. It was almost a funny thing. The little girl had been aboard the ship for almost a year, yet she never quite got the hang of swimming. Water never bothered her, and she was really okay in very shallow waters, but there was something about the big, wide expanse of ocean that just threw her off. And if there was anyone on the ship who could help her, it was the shark Fera. "I don' want the Cap'tan to know..." she whispered, half frightened that she would be overheard. Nathanial was always nice to her, but she didn't want to push her luck. Even though she knew it probably wouldn't happen, the Captain did value her knowledge, after all, Talen still feared that she would be left behind. She was rather young to be on such journeys, after all. "I was wond'rin, mayhap, if yous could teach me when we get ta shore?" she inquired with a small squeak. |
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| That Butler | June 30, 2013, 5:15 am Post #19 |
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If Nathaniel was bothered by Sergio's interpretation of his words, he didn't show it. Instead he gave the Gurahl a small nod as he turned the topic back to their supplies, then made his way with a quickened step to the deck. He'd let his First Mate handle organizing the crew and Kinfolk in preparing the hold for port. He had other business to attend to. He spotted Sara and Talen talking a short ways away, and he briefly overheard the topic of swimming come up before he moved out of earshot. That made him inwardly cringe. Though he knew a Rokea like Sara would find it a bit shameful in a pirate captain, Nathaniel really didn't know how to swim. That was a fact he'd keep to himself. A raven like him and the water didn't mix so well. Why learn to swim when he could just fly? That had always been his rationale behind not getting in the water. Leave that to others who didn't have the advantage of wings. He moved to the helm where a Kinfolk he'd known for a while was perusing some charts. The Kinfolk--named Sean--was a good man. His mother was a Garou and his father was also Kinfolk. Sean's younger sister had turned out to be a Garou, but she was killed by a Wyrm-tainted Naval officer a few years ago. Sean had joined Nathaniel's crew before having told the Corax this, and Nathaniel understood the man's insistence in joining now that he knew the blond man's story. Sean was a rather gifted helmsman at the age of thirty-six, and Nathaniel trusted him to steer the ship when the seas were rough. "Good morning," Sean greeted Nathaniel when he saw the Corax approaching. "Our course seems to be true, Captain, though we will need to be wary of the rocks closer in. I've seen ships wreck in reaching this port. They usually have a light on to warn of the rocks, but they sometimes forget." "Take the helm when the rocks become a hazard," Nathaniel directed. "And what of our heading once we leave port? Have you charted a route to the island we discussed yesterday?" Sean nodded, though he looked a little skeptical. "Aye, but the quickest route will take us through some dangerous waters. I've heard stories, none of them good. Monsters and the like, swimming about there. And water so murky you couldn't see the hand in front of your face if you dared to take a dip in them. I would recommend--" "Oh?" the Corax questioned, cutting the man off. "Is that so?" He seemed intrigued. "I think I should like to have a look around those waters." He doubted the truth of those stories, but if they were true, the Wyrm may be involved. "Aye, Captain..." Sean said with an air of resignation. He wasn't going to argue with Nathaniel. Even if he thought taking a longer route around those waters would be a better idea. "As you were," Nathaniel directed before turning and striding away, pondering the Kinfolk's words. |
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| Kraveing_volkf | June 30, 2013, 6:15 pm Post #20 |
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The shark had to crouch lower some to hear what Talen whispered, she internally started to question why someone would get on a ship above deep waters without knowing how to swim. Sara nodded some as she said, "If you wish to learn, then I have no issues teaching you." However mentally Sara was wondering how she would teach a land creature to swim, sure her Gladius form had two legs but she also had webbed hands and feet which acted as her fins and she also had a powerful tail. One could almost see the Rokea's tail stiffen as she imagined swimming without it. "It will give me somethign to do at shore. I dont like the land, not enough water." It had taken her abit to get used to being on a ship, land however was vastly different, and far dryer. [[sorry its short, busy trying to escape from my sisters daughter]] |
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| Enja | July 1, 2013, 12:49 am Post #21 |
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Shukla was an odd man as his thoughts took him away from the world far more than it should have. While the days would pass on, he would stay inside of his mind as if meditating while standing up. His normal spot that he would wonder off into thought was always on the eastside of the ship; he would look off into the vast sea and close his eyes while he wondered away from reality and into a world of nothingness. Most of the time while he was away, not much could bring him back unless someone touched him. Shukla wasn’t a big fan of people touching him in any way. To him it didn’t feel right and the thought of someone being that close to him bothered him far more than it should. Most of this was brought up around the time that he killed his mother; it was haunting him day in day out as he tried his best not to think of it. He always tells himself that she knew what would happen that it’s not his fault that she was killed, but he knows all that was a lie. For most of his days he would walk around and shrug off those thoughts but now that they were going to be back on land those thoughts came rushing back into his head. Shukla fears hearting the innocent, but he wouldn’t think twice about hurting the corrupt or the wicked minded ones. As his thoughts continued moving quickly through his head, Shukla snapped back to reality and looked around. For the first time Shukla came back to when his name was called by the old looking man himself, first- mate Surge. Shukla had no opinion on the man nor did he care to have one, all he knew is that as part of the ship and since he was new all he had to do was follow the orders that were shot his way. Shukla looked over at two of the kinfolk and used his head to point for them to come with him over to Surge. The three made their way behind Surge and quickly followed him down the stairs. Shukla was watching Surge closely mainly because like normal he trusted no one on the ship and this man was the last one he was going to trust, but he kept his poker face on and made sure that he wasn’t showing his discomfort. |
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| Juicesir | July 2, 2013, 1:19 am Post #22 |
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Surge eyed the sprightly youth's toothy grin with relative indifference, and pointedly turned away from him and continued on below deck once he saw Shukla and his kinfolk were following. Getting down into the cargo hold, he set about handing out orders."You five,"pointing at two kinfolk, "get port and starboard cleared of plunder. Leave the rations boxes, the powders, and any other of our on ship supply crates as is. You know what they look like." The kinfolk set off, beginning to pile the booty in the center, abaft and under of where the cargo hatch was. He pointed at Ashton. "You, you're pretty on your feet. Get up the rigging and start lowering the crane down so we can get this all on deck. Take a kinfolk with you to help work the winch." That simple amount of attention to the boy was all the Gurahl gave. He didn't have time for indulgences. It was work time. He pointed at Shukla. "And you, you're with me getting the hatch open." He he grabbed two boat hooks off a rack, and began striding back up the stairs, tossing one to Shukla as he went. "Once we get the cargo up top to deck, we'll begin organizing it for offloading. Got it?" |
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| Enja | July 2, 2013, 3:24 am Post #23 |
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Shukla was far from amused seeing everyone follow orders like dogs. Being a dog wasn’t something that was on his list but for the time being he had no choice but to follow orders and make his way up the ladder on the ship. Given he knew next to nothing about anyone on the ship, Surge was someone that he wanted to get to know the most. The man was nothing like the others aboard as he seemed more stern and straight forward, but at times he would see him drunk and asleep, well for the most part he never really did see Surge all that much around the ship. Shukla’s main motive for wanting to know Surge was to see if he was worth his time. It was a given that he would listen to Nathaniel but Surge was another story. He didn’t join the crew to listen to this man who seems to be a waste of life to him. Shukla was away again until he noticed a boat hook flying at him. Shukla quickly grabbed it and lowered it down to his side and looked at Surge right in the eyes, but that was short lived once he began walking up the stairs. Shukla didn’t follow him instantly, but instead he watched Surge’s movements. Shukla had a feeling in his stomach about this man that he didn’t like, but what was he to expect joining a group of Pirates. This was far from the type of person he was as he never cared to take riches for himself, so most of the time he would give what he has to those that need it more than him. He would only keep enough so that he could eat and nothing more. Quickly he regained his composer and began walking behind Surge and as he was doing that Surge just finished saying something that he didn’t hear, but he did hear the “got it” part of it all “yes I got it” he said back to Surge while they went up the stairs. Shukla put on a smile only to hide his confusion from surge for he didn’t want to seem like a fool. |
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| understatedEloquence | July 3, 2013, 12:10 am Post #24 |
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A grin lit the boy's features and he saluted again at the first mate. "Whatever you say, Surge!" Turning to the kinfolk, Ashton winked and strode off. "C'mon, lets get going so I can do some climbin'." He chirped excitedly, all but dancing his way over to the rigging. Once there, he watched the kinfolk move to do his job. As soon as he was sure the other was ready, the boy hoped up, caught one of the ropes and swung up and around into the rigging. From there he climbed up to the crane and got everything squared away before waving at the kinfolk to crank the winch. Ashton watched the crane lower slowly until it was into position, then took the opportunity to look around him. As much as he loved being on the ground, or the ship in this case, being up high like this was always breathtaking. He could see the majority of the skip, the kinfolk hard at work and the other crew members doing what they will. He could see the sparkling water as the waves tickled against the boat. And, what he hooted was the faint outline of land far, far in the distance. When the man below him cosseted his throat, Ashton jumped a bit, nearly lodging his balance. He grinned and climbed down from the rigging, dropping onto the ground. "Looks good, thanks." He remarked, dipping his head in thanks to the other and making his way off again. Ashton paused as he passed by Nathaniel, never one to pass up an opportunity to pester the man. So he plastered on a wide grin and waved, striding up to the raven with ease. "Hey there, Captain!" He quipped, rocking on his heels. "How goes it this fine, morning'? I see everybody is hard at work." Glancing around, he realized it was pretty true. Maybe everyone wasn't working per say, but they were each busy with something or other. "Anything I can do to help out?" |
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| That Butler | July 3, 2013, 12:36 am Post #25 |
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Nathaniel had been in his own thoughts when he found himself being spoken to by a voice he was getting increasingly used to hearing. A lot. Ashton was not a quiet boy by any stretch of the imagination, which the Corax found oddly amusing in a Bastet. Gregarious creatures, typically. Yet for all the talking they did, they gave surprisingly little information. It was in their nature, he supposed. And it was something that drove Corax crazy. "Yes, everyone is busy," he agreed. "We need to get ready to make port, after all." He kept walking while he spoke, heading toward his cabin. There were some records there that he was going to review before Sergio gave him today's inventory report. He didn't know if Ashton was going to be pushy and follow him into the cabin located directly below the back deck. It was the usual place for a captain's quarters, providing very easy access to the deck. Nathaniel didn't spend much time in there, though. He preferred to be out in the open air. While his cabin was fairly spacious, it still made him feel uncomfortable to be in there. Most of the time he ended up sleeping in the crow's nest, at least for part of the night. |
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