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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2006 11:40:06 GMT -5
Komori looked out across the water, the dizzyness in her head finally clearing. She saw the cloud that everyone was staring so intently at, but she didn't see what the big deal was. "Heck. If that cloud kin make waterspouts, then why don't we just not sail into it?" It didn't seem like such a big cloud to her. And it was still a ways away. How much damage could one tiny cloud do? Seemed to her that some of the crew was just itching for some action. She heard someone below deck mention supper. Come to think of it, she was rather hungry. "Hey there, whoever ye are!" she called down, "Ye takin' order requests? Cook me up a couple o' fish!" "Fish it is!" yelled Echo, heading to the galley. As she started supper, her little leopard cat padded in. Echo leaned down to give the kitty a peice of fish, but noticed something in her mouth. "Aeris...what have you gotten into..." She took a small slip of paper out of the mini-spot's mouth. On it was an odd symbol, written in bright red ink. Echo folded the paper and placed in her pouch, deciding to try to decipher it later. She failed to notice that the same symbol had appeared on her forearm. Small and unnoticable, but still there. And still dangerous. ((...yeah that stunk. >.>))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2006 6:31:40 GMT -5
"You really don't want t' be sailing into waterspouts," Pam said, coming up to stand by Ikkin. "If ye get caught in one o' them ye'll either end up with no ship, or ye'll get so off course ye won't know where ye're at..."
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Post by Rider on Sept 13, 2006 15:29:18 GMT -5
"You really don't want t' be sailing into waterspouts," Pam said, coming up to stand by Ikkin. "If ye get caught in one o' them ye'll either end up with no ship, or ye'll get so off course ye won't know where ye're at..." [glow=red,2,300]"Aye, and she said we ought not ter sail inter it, but it's not always that easy," Rider said, pacing the deck. "The demon what lives there, he moves like lightning, grabs ships an' pulls 'em inter the cloud an' refuses to let go. Then again, there be a lot o' silly rumors floatin' about..." Something doesn't want us to reach Geraptiku... "Ikkin, the demon may not wealcome yer magic. Looks like we'll ahve to dodge 'is currents the old-fashioned way. All hands on deck! Hoist the mainsail! Be on alert! Who's in the crow's nest, 'cause whoever it is'll be the first ter spot the demon, aye, an' the first to die as well. Move!"[/glow]
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Post by Huntress on Sept 14, 2006 13:16:09 GMT -5
Huntress glanced at the Cap'n, then carefully closed the lid of her quiver. No need to get acid into someone's eye during the storm... She put the quiver aside, finished cleaning her crossbow, carefully placed it on her back - and dashed off without really bothering to get up first.
There are times when you must hurry. And there are times when you mustn't.
"Guys, ye get down to the hold," she shouted to the meepits while already climbing up the rigging. "Yer too light for wind of such caliber, ye'll fly away when you stay on th' deck. And I'd suggest the same to ye pink Meepits."
"Come on then, we'll keep an eye on possible leaks while we're down there," Bob muttered, trotting over the deck. Meepit teeth are generally strong enough to hold on even to the deck during a storm but a nice quiet hold is definitely better than the taste of deck planks, plus the gang was still not sure if the taste of soap was better or worse than the taste of unwashed bootsole-y planks.
The wind was picking up. "Ey Cap'n," Huntress shouted, "ye sure about the mainsail? We'll break the riggings that way, this baby ain't easy to maintain even durin' calm weather but with this wind..."
((I'm assuming that the Weewoo is a typical brigantine with square foresails and big triangular mainsails 'cause, well, otherwise we wouldn't even have a specific mainsail o.o))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2006 18:09:56 GMT -5
Echo had just finished the fish when she heard talk of a water spout. No matter! She sliced up the fish into strips and made a sub sammich out of them. She carried the food upstairs to the crew. "Might as well eat before we hit the hard stuff, guys." Echo handed the sammiches out and then grabbed one herself and Rider. "Hallo, Cap'n, whatcha need me to do?"
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Post by Kengplant on Sept 15, 2006 9:44:12 GMT -5
Keng shook herself out of her trance and picked up the deck washing supplies to put them away. There was no need to have loose item kicking around in the middle of a storm if it could be avoided.
Then Echo came up and the smell of the fresh fish sub sandwhiches wafted towards her. Was it lunch already? She wondered as her stomach growled. Well, echo was right, eating would not be an option once they hit that storm, to say if they hit it seemed silly. So she walked over and gratefully accepted her share. "Thanks mate." she said to echo before hurrying off to some crates that weren't properlly secured down. The sandwhich was clenched between her jaws. Every now and then between knots she actually found time to take a bite.
She looked over at Scallywag, he'd been throuigh some tough storms before, but never waterspouts, and she wasn't sure how he'd cope. He wouldn't thank her if he had to sped the trip below deck, but she wasn't sure if he'd be able to avoid the pillars of water and wind they were about to face. Perhaps he would have to go below deck first. She would see to that once the crates were tied down.
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Post by Komori on Sept 15, 2006 11:52:50 GMT -5
Komori gratefully accepted one of the fish-wiches. No sense rushing about on an empty stomach. She downed the sandwich in a couple of big gulps and looked about. Demons in waterspouts? What rediculous nonsense. A cloud's a cloud. And wind's just wind, no matter how gusty. The wind was picking up awfully fast, but that had to be chalked up to just some glitch in the weather. The korbat shook her head, wondering why her crewmates had to be so superstitious.
She worked to stabalize the rigging, which had begun to whip about dangerously on deck. ((Or the roping. Or whatever. I'm getting all my ship-terms all mixed up.)) It was tough work, since she was such a small korbat. But at least if she blew offdeck she knew she could fly. Though in a windstorm, she didn't know how well.
"I know I'm not bein' much help now," she muttered aloud, mostly to herself, "But just wait 'til somethin' breaks. That'll be me moment t' shine."
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Post by Ikkin on Sept 15, 2006 12:20:18 GMT -5
"Those sandwiches look good," Ikkin said, taking one for herself. She'd definitely need all the energy she could get to deal with this storm... because, no matter what the Cap'n said, she'd use her wind powers if it was necessary, no matter what the 'demon' might think about it. If they ran into him, maybe she could help take him out, and then there wouldn't be any more waterspouts.
But, in any case, she had some work to do now to prepare for the storm. Taking a bite out of her sandwich, she went over to help Komori with the rigging. Hopefully, being prepared for the storm might help lower the amount of damage they suffered... or even just keep them afloat.
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Post by Huntress on Sept 15, 2006 13:03:05 GMT -5
((As for rigging and roping, both would be correct, rigging is just a wider term meaning all the masts, yards and ropes - generally rigging itself consists of ropes and masting. All hail the ancient English-Estonian-Russian maritime dictionary which has given me most of my maritime knowledge x3 I've been thinking of creating a separate thread to explain a little of that confusing system I always use that dictionary for, just for general info.))
Santa stopped half way down the stairs. "Food???"
"Don't even think about it," Bob "Squeaky" Destroyer snarled, pushing her to move on. "You know what happens to you when you eat and then the ship gets into a storm."
Joe harrumphed. "Yah, like that time on wherewasitagain, the Southern Cross? When she got sick while sleeping on the captain's chair?"
"Those were some fun times," Bob giggled. "I didn't know half of the words he used there... holy mother of all weewoos!"
They had reached the hold. It was the stern hold, a big and roomy place for a merchant vessel to hold bigger goods in, thus the pirates hadn't really been there - their goods, though more valuable, took a lot less space and were to be hidden a bit better than just run-down-the-stairs. So the hold was a mess. Old crates, half-empty bags and even a few rusty cannons were scattered all over the floor, some broken, some just on the way.
"That'll make a nice hole when the storm throws it against a wall," Justice remarked, poking the nearest wannabe-cannon. "Boys, go get some ropes. We got work to do here aswell."
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Post by Oh Dae-su on Sept 15, 2006 17:21:10 GMT -5
Serv stuffed his sandwich in his socks for later. "D'yaarrr, Cap'n gimmie som'in ter do, afore ah burst wi' boredom."He said grufffly, still not wearing any trousers.
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Post by Rider on Sept 16, 2006 8:44:31 GMT -5
Serv stuffed his sandwich in his socks for later. "D'yaarrr, Cap'n gimmie som'in ter do, afore ah burst wi' boredom."He said grufffly, still not wearing any trousers. [glow=red,2,300]"Ye said yer a shapeshifter? Can ye shift inter somethin' with good eyes an' tell me if'n ye see our demon's face? Echo, ye keep up the good work. Huntress, ye have a point." ((Because occasionally, Cap'n gets too lazy to actually assess the situation, and yells out something that sounds authoritative. XD ... OK, more than occasionally. >.>)) "Ventratta and th' rest of ye, get downstairs an' help Joe an' Squeaky an' the rest." Ventratta pointed out to the horizon. Their foe had spotted them. The winds started pulling them in... "I said get downstairs," Rider said tersely. "Remember, crew, battle with the demon is a last resort!" Ventratta growled his disapproval, and slunk below deck.[/glow]
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Post by Kengplant on Sept 16, 2006 12:54:25 GMT -5
"If you don't mind me askin' Capn, just what makes ye think there's a deamon in them winds?" asked Keng after having tightly dies down some crates and moving to some riggings.
Scallywag remained above deck for now, the longer he could stay outside the better for him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2006 15:47:56 GMT -5
Echo turned to Aeris. "Hey you, go down to the galley and keep everything in order."
Aeris wrinkled her nose. "Awww, but all the action's up here! I wanna ride through a storm! FIGHT THE ELEMENTS! BATTLE THE--" Echo cut her off.
"The last thing we need is a cleaver flying through the air. Now go!" She shooed the little leopard down to the belowdecks. Not having any specific orders, she kinda meandered around, tightening ropes and checking crates.
"Hey Servy, you might need pants."
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Post by Zylaa on Sept 23, 2006 13:42:53 GMT -5
Perhaps the smell of fish woke Zylaa, or maybe the sense of the approaching storm, or maybe the weasel general jabbing her repeatedly in the forehead with his spear. "What?" she grumbled, sitting up carefully and getting her bearings. The weasels were assembled in rows by her bed, all with mutinous looks on their faces. She sighed. "Nobody gets any shinies until they tell me what on earth is going on." They told her. She grew steadily paler (figuratively speaking) at the thought of a demon-powered storm. With an absent mind, she tossed a few coins into the ranks of weasels, who dissolved into entranced murmurs of "Shiny...." The weasel girl stepped over them and made her way up to the main deck. Whatever that was called in nautical terms.
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Post by Rider on Sept 26, 2006 9:38:44 GMT -5
"If you don't mind me askin' Capn, just what makes ye think there's a deamon in them winds?" asked Keng after having tightly dies down some crates and moving to some riggings. Scallywag remained above deck for now, the longer he could stay outside the better for him. [glow=red,2,300]((Because I know that Servi doesn't have pants on, but the rest o' ye be itchin' fer action of a diff'ent sort. )) "A feelin' in me bones," she said softly. Any explanation more specific than that was drowned out in the wind. She took a spyglass from a nearby crate and squinted. There might have been something greenish-blue in the spout, alright, but it could easily have been a figment of her imagination. Was it her imagination, or did the spout seem to be moving closer? "Ikkin, we might need that wind in our sails after all," Rider siad, her resolve crumbling. Two pinpricks of green lights glared wrathfully from the center of the storm. "Make that a lot of wind."[/glow]
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