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Post by Huntress on May 20, 2007 16:21:13 GMT -5
She was sitting on the railing of the Judgement, sniffing the wind that carried the white ship towards them. Her ears had perked and her short hair was standing on end. The wind carried restless scents to her, scents that predicted death and fights.
She wasn't very bright. Never had been. She had grown up on that ship and had never seen any of her own kind, apart from her mother, but that had been ages ago. So nobody had taught her anything smarter than how to react on simple commands. Like "stay" or "search" or "kill". She had picked up a number of words herself, like "anchor" and "reef" and "lunch" but those didn't tell much to her. She was a trained little deathmachine, never expected to do more than fill the commands of her owner. Nobody really knew her full potential and nobody really cared, herself included.
"Hey, Jefferson!" barked one of the soldiers, pulling on a brown raincoat. "Your meepit is sitting on the railing again. Get that little beast off the deck before it rips someone's throat open."
"Is that so?" The chubby lieutenant who went by the name Jefferson came closer. "Nova! On spot."
She knew her name, and she knew the command, and so the white meepit jumped down, whizzing over the deck and disappearing down the stairs. She'd be called when the battle starts. She was named Nova not only by her - rather expensive - white coat, but also by her tendency to explode in battle. She was their little secret weapon.
She remembered the vaguely familiar scents, however. They interested her.
((Creating a bit of a subplot here, you don't have to pay much attention to it.))
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Post by Ikkin on May 20, 2007 17:33:13 GMT -5
"They're only in our way if we keep going with the wind," Ikkin said. "I could easily get us away from them if that's what we wanted."
She placed her hand on her cutlass, which she had taken back once the RCP game had ended. "Of course, I wouldn't be too opposed to a fight, either. To them or away, that's the question. We'll probably have an advantage if we get there faster than they expect."
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Post by Dragon on May 20, 2007 18:21:23 GMT -5
"Oi!" Dragon put away her sword and climbed down the mast. "I have no problem engaging in fight. But look, they're setting the fish nets!" Dragon pointed. "It's like they never even saw us. Which would be weird. What are we, just a great big white dot? I say we investigate. Plus, no harm done if we get some extra loot in the process." Dragon grinned.
She looked up. The white weewoo was still there. It was odd for such a thing with wings to not fly. Or to even settle in on a pirate ship. White weewoos were rare these days, and they paid good at the pirate harbors.
But bigger things were on her mind. That ship just didn't seem right. Because if they did see their ship, then those cannons that the Meepits talked about would come in good use. And Dragon didn't feel like having a rope around her throat that evening.
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Post by Kat on May 20, 2007 21:25:26 GMT -5
"Perhaps I could send a spy to see what's up on that ship?" asked Kat, not taking her eyes off the paper she was writing on. "And if there's a battle, this scroll will have to wait." She stood up, rolled up both pieces of paper, and stuck them into her pocket. The quill and ink bottle vanished into thin air in a puff of purple smoke. "And if we're going to use the wind to our advantage, Ikkin, perhaps I could help."
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Post by Cyborg on May 21, 2007 10:57:18 GMT -5
"So if we do send a spy it better not be me." decreed Cyborg who wasn't great at spying.
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Post by Huntress on May 21, 2007 12:50:04 GMT -5
Huntress ran her hand through the stripey hair. Where on earth was that capitano? Then again, Bob was right. She was second in command. And probably more sober at the moment.
"Okay, the scroll can wait, and so can the RCP," she said, shooting a glance at the dead water again. "Let's see... the lot of ye, reef the foresails. Ikkin, as soon as that's done, I want as much wind as the mainsail can take. They'll see us reef the sails and they think we're slowing down and that can be used nicely in our advantage.
Kat, a spy sounds nice. But apart from that, we're not going to avoid them. We got business on that island and we're going straight in, not via the backdoor like sneaky ninja. Prepare for battle, ladies and gentlemen. But remember, we don't attack first. No begging for trouble. Take the wheel, boys, and keep your noses open."
Hunty marched off to the prow, letting Bloody Mary and Bob take the wheel again. She was scowling. The marine had been quiet enough lately.
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Post by Kengplant on May 21, 2007 13:57:45 GMT -5
"I'm up for a bit of scirmishing meself." decided Keng. "We came here to pick up some old loot, but a little bit of new loot wouldn't hurt either."
"So if we do send a spy it better not be me." decreed Cyborg who wasn't great at spying.
"And just how do you propose any of us would get over there before our ship?" asked Keng pointedly. "No, I think Kat might have something else in mind. And I bet my purse it's purple."
Before anyone could take her up on that bet, she hurried off to clear the deck of unnecessary debris that could pose a problem in battle, such as a bucket of soapy water or a slippery scrub brush.
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Post by Ikkin on May 21, 2007 14:14:55 GMT -5
"Let's see... the lot of ye, reef the foresails. Ikkin, as soon as that's done, I want as much wind as the mainsail can take, Huntress ordered in Rider's stead. "They'll see us reef the sails and they think we're slowing down and that can be used nicely in our advantage."
"Aye aye, cap'n!" Ikkin said, then realized what she'd said. "Er... or, whatever."
She flew over to the foresail and began to do as Huntress commanded, preparing herself to put the wind behind the mainsail as she did so.
((I don't really know how to describe reefing the sails. ^^; *has never helped out sailing in real life*))
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Post by leah51293 on May 21, 2007 16:27:36 GMT -5
The word "fight" seemed to grab Leah's attention. If she was lucky, she may be able to sneak away in the storage rooms in the midst of the battle. If they didn't fight...well...she tried not to think about it. Especially with a peculiar elf constantly looking in her direction. 'Can she see me?' Though the elf did seem increasingly familiar, all of that was clouded by her fear of being caught.
She peered over at Huntress as she gave the hands her orders. Making a split-second decision, she dropped from her shady post and hopped as quietly as she could along the wooden boards. Of course, she wasn't too talented at this task. Pirates were always taught to be loud and assaulting, not like those dirty ninjas. She made her way up to the yardarm, attempting to hide beneath the main topsail. She trotted along the yardarm of the port side, perching on the very edge.
"Let's see... the lot of ye, reef the foresails..."
Leah turned her attention to the second-in-command. "We're slowing down?" Leah asked herself out loud, since she was so high up, it drowned out most of the sound anyway. She smiled to herself, believing this to be an opportunity for a fight.
"Ikkin, as soon as that's done, I want as much wind as the mainsail can take."
Leah's stomach dropped. She looked down to see Ikkin standing next to the mainsail. 'Nononononononononono!' There wasn't any way she could get off of the mainsail now, and even if she had a successful landing it would draw attention. A strong, dissatisfying feeling of regret poured over her as she tightened her feet's grip on the yardarm and tried to remain hidden. She slowly inched her way away from the edge of the yardarm.
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Post by Goosh on May 21, 2007 17:25:50 GMT -5
Goosh bit his lip. "Surely they would have tried to communicate by now," he muttered to himself, eying the ship with uncertainty. He stood extra close to the cannons, just in case.
***
Aboard the Judgement, Timothy Heston eagerly spied the ship ahead. He knew they must be pirates. Real pirates! Tim had read all about pirates, and had gotten a job on this ship for just this opportunity. But Tim was of mixed minds. He wasn't sure whether to fight the pirates...or to join them.
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Post by Kengplant on May 22, 2007 0:18:35 GMT -5
((sssppsst. The ship's name is Judgment. Though I was originally going to call it Justice, I decided I wasn't fond of the name, and besdies, it would conflict with Hunty's meepit.
And, as a hint of things to come, feel free to throw in your characters aboard the Judgment as your doing now, but there are more oppertunities to insert new characters comming. And don't assume you know anything either. BWHAHAHA!
.. er ehm...
Continue.))
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Post by Huntress on May 22, 2007 7:53:31 GMT -5
((Crazy Americans with your crazy spelling. The British version was 'judgement' as I recall. But whatever floats the boat x3
As for reefing, the trick is synchronising. The sails have to be pulled up and attached to the booms and as they're big, two or three men (or women in our case) have to do it all at once or we'll have a big sheet of flapping sail on one side of the mast and that'll get ugly.
...not that I'm an expert myself, but that's the moreorless basics of it x.x;;; Sailing is all about cooperation.
As are RPs so I'ma gonna need someone to reef the sails now so that Chikkin could get on with the wind =3 *is starting to get used to vicecaptainship*
*whack'd*))
Huntress reached the prow in record time. The other ship was looming straight ahead, still far away but now more visible. She was big. Bigger than the Weewoo, not that it was surprising as the Weewoo was a brigantine. Their pirate ship looked like a nutshell compared to the... she grabbed the spyglass... Judgment. A fishing boat with such a name, eh? Well, small boats are faster, and better to maneuver. Providing there are no unexpected surprises.
She galloped back to the stern.
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Post by Kat on May 22, 2007 9:03:32 GMT -5
"I send magical spies," said Kat. "Unfortunately, all of them glow purple, normally. I could make them a lot more inconspicuous, but it would sap a lot of magic from me. So...what now? What's with this big fat ship that's cramping our style?"
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2007 9:20:00 GMT -5
Popping her head up from the ammo room, Fenrix blinked. "Fight? Did someone say fight?" She sneezed as she got gun powder in her nose again. "Nasty stuff." She hopped up onto the deck and grinned broadly at the ship, showing sharp teeth. "Hey Huntress? Am I allowed to blow holes in that lovely ship?" She said half sarcastically.
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Post by Dragon on May 22, 2007 14:38:51 GMT -5
Dragon was watching the winged weewoo hopping around until she heard the word spy.
"I send magical spies, unfortunately, all of them glow purple, normally. I could make them a lot more inconspicuous, but it would sap a lot of magic from me. So...what now? What's with this big fat ship that's cramping our style?"
Dragon cleared her throat. "I'm a shapeshifter... I don't want to be a rotten ninja or anything, but if ye want me to swim with the fishies over to the ship. I really don't mind it. Plus, I haven't gone swimming since we pulled our way through the shark pit."
"Oh and Hunty.. what about captives?" Dragon asked, her eyes glancing over at the weewoo. It clearly wasn't an ordianary weewoo. Other than having wings, it looked pretty sea sick when Huntress told Ikkin to have the mainsail take wind.
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