Kay blushes and stumbles over her words as First Mate Estrue shares Jart's compliments. "Um... er... was just doin' what was asked of me, Ma'am." She timidly walks clockwise, approaching the chair to the right of the First Mate, and starts to pull out the chair, looking around all the while to see if anyone will stop her from choosing this seat. As she moves to sit down, she slides her satchel carefully so that it is on her right side, keeping Rudd away from Estrue. "T...truth be told, it's the rest of th'crew that help me keep m'bearings. A'times I'm less than sure what I aught t'do, but it's as I said back at th'Pirate, 'm a fast learner."
Kay blushes and stumbles over her words as First Mate Estrue shares Jart's compliments. "Um... er... was just doin' what was asked of me, Ma'am." She timidly walks clockwise, approaching the chair to the right of the First Mate, and starts to pull out the chair, looking around all the while to see if anyone will stop her from choosing this seat. As she moves to sit down, she slides her satchel carefully so that it is on her right side, keeping Rudd away from Estrue. "T...truth be told, it's the rest of th'crew that help me keep m'bearings. A'times I'm less than sure what I aught t'do, but it's as I said back at th'Pirate, 'm a fast learner."
No one objects to you taking the seat at the First Mate's side, while E'strue herself seems both a little surprised and pleased at your choice. The senior officer listens to your response before taking a drink from a waterskin at her side, smiling at your self-depreciating words and tone as she says,
"That ye were, Kay, that ye were. And doin' it well by all accounts. Some of me very favourite people in the whole world were fast learners who did what they were told."
The senior officer says it with a wink and a light tone, but as always with this formiddable woman, there's an undertone of seriousness about her words, even when joking. E;sture listens to Aundrey say something to Drannick, then shifts her steady gaze to the three senior sailors at the other side of the table, before leaning over slightly towards Kay to say quietly,
"So how was yer first day as a sailor, Ms. Kay? Not too boring I hope, what with no zombies, killer spiders and such?"
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Having taken care of your duties for the day, you step into the Officers Lounge to note those present and the current seating arrangement. Most of those gathered at the table nod acknowledgement of your arrival, with a brief chorus of "Sirs" sent your way from the senior sailors. Seeing you enter, Captain Aundrey says, apparently in fine spirits,
"Navigator Kestrell! Excellent. Please, come in and sit. I take it that our fine vessel is proceeding apace?"
Kestrell nods back to the senior sailors, and smiles at Captain Aundrey's greeting.
"Aye, aye, sir! We are well on our way, and making good time. Near, as I can tell. Any recent change of plans that I should know about for course plotting?"
Kestrell chooses the seat to the left of Hendle, so he is able to see the faces of Aundrey, Estrue and Bosun Drannick. Seeing the captain and first mate seated, Kestrell will sit as well.
"First Mate Estrue, that is a fetching scarf you are wearing, and that color of green really goes well with your hair, if you don't mind me saying!"
Rapping her fingers delicately against the edge of the table, Kay subconsciously follows E'strue's gaze as she looks around the table and is caught off-guard slightly when E'strue ultimately turns back to her. She coughs she accidentally breathes in some spittle. Clearing her throat she replies, "Well, I admit that t'was a great day. 'twix havin' a roof o'er m'head an' th'noticeable lack of threats on my life, I do believe I could grow accustomed." She gets a far off look when she thinks about the kiss she received from Lorana, her orange eyes briefly glowing brighter in the lantern light. She shakes herself from her reverie after a moment, "Was talkin' with Freya this mornin', an' had to admit; this feels more home than I've had." She looks a bit sheepish as she admits that to the First Mate, "Uh... that is... t'say, y'have my gratitude, takin' me on. An' t'was a great day is all."
Vaken enters the room carrying a large tray of plates. Nibs is following with a small keg of rum. "Good evening all. My new assistant heard tell that there would be more of us this evening and let me know, so we've taken that into account. There should be more than enough." He sets the tray on the table to the side of the room, shows Nibs where to place the keg and then looks toward the captain. "Captain, would you have me set the table now, or are we waiting on more guests?"
Kestrell nods back to the senior sailors, and smiles at Captain Aundrey's greeting.
"Aye, aye, sir! We are well on our way, and making good time. Near, as I can tell. Any recent change of plans that I should know about for course plotting?"
Kestrell chooses the seat to the left of Hendle, so he is able to see the faces of Aundrey, Estrue and Bosun Drannick. Seeing the captain and first mate seated, Kestrell will sit as well.
"First Mate Estrue, that is a fetching scarf you are wearing, and that color of green really goes well with your hair, if you don't mind me saying!"
The pale skinned dwarf Hendle nods as you take your seat beside him, while the Captain replies,
"No changes of plan or heading, Kestrell. We're bound for the Knuckles where the Wildyeast was last sighted, same as before. Keep the heading Southwest and we should reach the islands morning of the twentieth, maybe even tomorrow night if we make especially good time. We'll circumnavigate Bonehill, the largest and most Northernmost of the islands, then make our way around and through the other four if needed. From all reports, they're little more than saltstone rocks for the most part."
At the exchange between you and the ship's master, you notice that a few other heads lift to listen as the Captain confirms your destination. Hendle and Lionel both nod and quickly return to discussing how they'll keep someone named Glute away from anything particularly breakable on board. Balinor's eyes stay fixed on the Captain though. Your complement to the First Mate earns you a further smile from the Captain, but a slight grimace from E'strue who says,
"I don't mind ye sayin', Kestrell, though fashion is the last thing I concern meself with. But the good Captain here brought this scarf and others for me as gift from Luskan, so I'll wear them with thanks. Besides, they keep the sun off some and help soak up the sweat. Ye just focus on helping us find that missing trader though and don't be worrying none about me hair."
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Rapping her fingers delicately against the edge of the table, Kay subconsciously follows E'strue's gaze as she looks around the table and is caught off-guard slightly when E'strue ultimately turns back to her. She coughs she accidentally breathes in some spittle. Clearing her throat she replies, "Well, I admit that t'was a great day. 'twix havin' a roof o'er m'head an' th'noticeable lack of threats on my life, I do believe I could grow accustomed." She gets a far off look when she thinks about the kiss she received from Lorana, her orange eyes briefly glowing brighter in the lantern light. She shakes herself from her reverie after a moment, "Was talkin' with Freya this mornin', an' had to admit; this feels more home than I've had." She looks a bit sheepish as she admits that to the First Mate, "Uh... that is... t'say, y'have my gratitude, takin' me on. An' t'was a great day is all."
First Mate E'strue looks you squarely in the eye and says candidly,
"Aye, there ain't no better home than one ye can travel aboard, Kay. That's what me... that's what some folks say, and I reckon they have the right of it. And no gratitudes needed neither, lass. Ye work hard and stay useful, then ye'll have a home and some coin to boot. It can be a hard life at times, I won't lie to ye. But it's an honest one.
I'm glad that ye enjoyed yer first day as a sailor, I honestly am. I seen ye talkin' to the other sail monkeys and riggin' rats as well, which is fer the best. Ye don't have to be friends with everyone ye ever sailed with, but it don't hurt none to get on well with those you'll swap sweat with. A ship can be a home, true, but a home without friends and family is a poor one."
The First Mate's words draw an approving nod from Captain Aundrey, but a sceptical look from the Bosun. E'strue seems to almost drift into self-reflective pause, but then Ferris and Dekket both enter which seems to stir the senior officer from her brief reverie. Both sailors nod to everyone present and offer the perfunctionary greetings to the Captain and officers, before walking around the table to sit between you and Kestrell.
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A little late to the party but Ferris steps in to the room and nods to everyone, "Sorry for the tardiness. Had to help tie down something outside, not any worry though." The lookout shrugs off his overcoat while he walks around the table and places it on the back of the chair beside Kay. Rolling up his sleeves he sits and adjusts himself closer to the table.
Vaken enters the room carrying a large tray of plates. Nibs is following with a small keg of rum. "Good evening all. My new assistant heard tell that there would be more of us this evening and let me know, so we've taken that into account. There should be more than enough." He sets the tray on the table to the side of the room, shows Nibs where to place the keg and then looks toward the captain. "Captain, would you have me set the table now, or are we waiting on more guests?"
Everyone present is clearly pleased to see, or rather smell, your and Nib's entrance. At your mention of not being informed of the larger dinner gathering, Bosun Drannick stares disapprovingly at Quartermaster Daegrin who has the good graces to look somewhat embarrased as he says,
"Err, yes, that was my bad. I, ahh, was on my way to the Galley to inform Cook Vaken, but became somewhat distracted when a sailor came to me to report that he'd heard a rat squeeking in the hold today. I told him that he must have been mistaken, this being a new ship and all, but he seemed adament. I'm afraid that I completely forgot to pass on the message to Vaken, though I'm happy to report that I found no signs of rats aboard the Shark."
Everyone nods in relief at the Quartermaster's denial of a vermin infestation and the whole exchange is soon forgotten as you and your assistant place the delicious looking and smelling food on the sideboard. First Mate E'strue looks about to say something when the Master of Sail comes in with an apology for being late and sits in the second last remaining chair. Captain Aundrey smiles then and responds to your question,
"Yes, please do set the table, Cook Vaken. I really must say that you've outdone yourself! This meal looks and smells fine enough to grace my father's dinning hall. What a fantastic way to see out our first night at sea together."
As the table is set and Vaken takes his seat, Aundrey lifts a bottle of wine and offers some to each of you before pouring himself a half-glass and raising it in a toast,
"To the Shore Shark and her splendid crew! May they live long and proud together, each proving worthy of the other!"
As everyone turns their attention to the food and the low buzz of dinner conversation begins, Nibs leans in to mutter in you ear before departing,
"Enjoy yer meal, Mr. Vaken. I'll see to it that the rest of the crew eats, sir."
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A little late to the party but Ferris steps in to the room and nods to everyone, "Sorry for the tardiness. Had to help tie down something outside, not any worry though." The lookout shrugs off his overcoat while he walks around the table and places it on the back of the chair beside Kay. Rolling up his sleeves he sits and adjusts himself closer to the table.
The Captain and First Mate both nod acceptance of your explanation, though the Bosun scowls a little before going back to the contents of his mug. E'strue smiles at you and says,
"That is all well and good, Ferris. Duty first, always. That reminds me Drannick, who'd ye put up in the nest tonight?"
The two senior sailors begin a discussion about the merits of having the older Jart or the younger Petey on lookout, as Captain Aundrey turns towards you with wine glass in hand and a searching look on his face. After a few moments, the much younger man grimaces a little, but says with a wry chuckle,
"I may be a little green, as Drannick here often reminds me, but I know a seasoned sailor when I see one, Ferris. I think that it was very much our good fortune that you happened to be looking for a berth the night before we cast off. According to certain accounts, that is especially true considering how your good your eyes... and aim... are."
The Captain pauses for a moment, merely reaching into a coat pocket to pull out a folded piece of pink parchment which he lays on the table beside his plate.
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"No changes of plan or heading, Kestrell. We're bound for the Knuckles where the Wildyeast was last sighted, same as before. Keep the heading Southwest and we should reach the islands morning of the twentieth, maybe even tomorrow night if we make especially good time. We'll circumnavigate Bonehill, the largest and most Northernmost of the islands, then make our way around and through the other four if needed. From all reports, they're little more than saltstone rocks for the most part."
"I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it!"
"I don't mind ye sayin', Kestrell, though fashion is the last thing I concern meself with. But the good Captain here brought this scarf and others for me as gift from Luskan, so I'll wear them with thanks. Besides, they keep the sun off some and help soak up the sweat. Ye just focus on helping us find that missing trader though and don't be worrying none about me hair."
Kestrell grins at the first mate, then responds: "Alright, I won't worry about your hair! Or your sweat!" He says the last with a playfull wink.
As the food arrives, Kestrell digs in with gusto, even though he had a few bites to eat when he first got up, he's still got a powerful hunger. Through a full mouth "Oh Vaken, nicely done! This is delicious!"
As everyone really gets into their meals, Kestrell turns to the sailors next to him and brings up Rumbottom. Not loud enough to involve the whole table, just enough so the sailors and Kay next to him can hear: "So, how about that Lorana waitress at the Prancing Pirate, aye? She was sure something!"
At the mention of the rat, Kay's eyes grow wide and she ducks her head instinctively, looking much like a guilty child. Her hand shoots to her satchel briefly, and then she looks relieved as all attention turns to dinner. She gratefully accepts the wine. Curious as she is about First Mate E'strue's past exploits, she feels reticent to pry too deeply, and having known the woman for less than a tenday besides. Instead, she turns to Ferris.
"Seen you about but don't believe we've been introduced 'fficially. 'M called Kay," she says, tilting her glass toward herself, "and yer... Ferris?"
A'ro just sits nodding as the food comes out "This looks great mate." he just accepts the wine taking a sip and enjoying it. This was definitely a different experience for him, usually he was with the sailors not the officers. As he heard the small chats beginning and the eventual destinations he began to just think about the areas trying to remember what he may have known or any threats that he may have heard about.
Vaken sat at the table eating and only speaking when spoken to. He was so happy to have finally made it on a ship. And to have already seen dolphins! But at the same time he was feeling quiet out of his league sitting with the officers. He's just a tribesman from the Spine. So he sat quietly dreaming of things to come while trying to avoid notice by those set above him in station.
"No changes of plan or heading, Kestrell. We're bound for the Knuckles where the Wildyeast was last sighted, same as before. Keep the heading Southwest and we should reach the islands morning of the twentieth, maybe even tomorrow night if we make especially good time. We'll circumnavigate Bonehill, the largest and most Northernmost of the islands, then make our way around and through the other four if needed. From all reports, they're little more than saltstone rocks for the most part."
"I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it!"
"I don't mind ye sayin', Kestrell, though fashion is the last thing I concern meself with. But the good Captain here brought this scarf and others for me as gift from Luskan, so I'll wear them with thanks. Besides, they keep the sun off some and help soak up the sweat. Ye just focus on helping us find that missing trader though and don't be worrying none about me hair."
Kestrell grins at the first mate, then responds: "Alright, I won't worry about your hair! Or your sweat!" He says the last with a playfull wink.
As the food arrives, Kestrell digs in with gusto, even though he had a few bites to eat when he first got up, he's still got a powerful hunger. Through a full mouth "Oh Vaken, nicely done! This is delicious!"
As everyone really gets into their meals, Kestrell turns to the sailors next to him and brings up Rumbottom. Not loud enough to involve the whole table, just enough so the sailors and Kay next to him can hear: "So, how about that Lorana waitress at the Prancing Pirate, aye? She was sure something!"
"I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it!"
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The young Captain seems pleased by your enthusiasm, but looks a little puzzled by your words,
"Well, I'm glad you approve, Kestrell... though going to where a lost ship was last sighted is hardly a novel approach to finding it. The Dubol told me that she purchased a powerful divination scroll and hired a spell caster to use it a few days after theYeast first failed to show up, but apparently the magic didn't succeed for some reason or another. I'm not well versed in how magic works, but I asked our Ships Mage today and apparently such spells can have extremely varied results depending on a whole host of factors. I'm afraid that for the rest of us, the old fashioned approach must suffice."
The Bosun, who had barely spoken a word to anyone except the First Mate, fixes you with a doubtful stare as he quaffs another mouthful from his mug,
"Excited are ye? Ha! Like the Captain said, lookin' in the spot she was last seen ain't no plan, 'specially when that place is barely a stones throw from shore. Yer 'part', Navigator, ain't even begun yet. If we don't find her 'round 'ere and 'ave to sail further out past them charts of yers, then we'll see the cut of yer jib."
The weathered Bosun gives you a wicked grin through his scraggly grey beard, as though very much looking forward to possibility.
Kestrell grins at the first mate, then responds: "Alright, I won't worry about your hair! Or your sweat!" He says the last with a playfull wink.
As the food arrives, Kestrell digs in with gusto, even though he had a few bites to eat when he first got up, he's still got a powerful hunger. Through a full mouth "Oh Vaken, nicely done! This is delicious!"
As everyone really gets into their meals, Kestrell turns to the sailors next to him and brings up Rumbottom. Not loud enough to involve the whole table, just enough so the sailors and Kay next to him can hear: "So, how about that Lorana waitress at the Prancing Pirate, aye? She was sure something!"
First Mate E'strue either doesn't register or chooses to ignore your rejoinder. Looking around the table, it's clear that you're not the only one enjoying the fare prepared by the Ship's Cook. Unne is single handedly destroying massive serving after massive serving, slowing only to wash the occassional mouthful down with a torrent of ale, though the large Northman never seems to quite stop chewing, even when he's drinking. At your comment about Lorana, the stern-faced Balinor responds noncommittally, "Sure, she's pretty enough, I suppose. I've known prettier barmaids though, and in better taverns too, I'll tell you that for nothing."
Lionel swallows his last mouthful and smiles somewhat wistfully at you, saying, "Seems a nice lass, though Beril's got the real fire. Reminds me a little of me Annabelle that one does."
Hendle belches in satisfaction and loosens the lower ties on his crude, sealskin vest, replying as he pours himself a mug of ale, "Bahh! Ain't neither one of 'em got the hair on 'er face or the hearthfire in 'er bossom to keep a real dwarf warm. In Ironmaster, tavern wenches all 'ave some substance to 'em, not like yer skinny..."
The pale-skinned dwarf begins to talk a little of his home, stroking his thick white mustache as he nurses his mug of ale.
[OOC] To speak loud enough for Kay to hear (three seats away), there's a chance that some else might hear what you're saying, though with so many people crammed around the table and the noise of everyone eating, it seems unlikely unless they're actively trying.
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Vaken sat at the table eating and only speaking when spoken to. He was so happy to have finally made it on a ship. And to have already seen dolphins! But at the same time he was feeling quiet out of his league sitting with the officers. He's just a tribesman from the Spine. So he sat quietly dreaming of things to come while trying to avoid notice by those set above him in station.
Most of the gathered officers and crew seem pleased enough to just enjoy their meal, though there is a fair bit of discourse about the missing Wildyeast and banter about today's race. A couple of those present seem interested in sharing a bit about themselves or make some attempt at getting to know their new crewmates a little better. However, apart from loud and frequent thanks for the great meal from almost everyone at the table and a few questions about ingredients from Daegrin, Vaken is left to his own musings
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Kay's cheeks flush red at Kestrell's mention of Lorana, and Balinor and Lionel speak before she can respond. Shooting a nasty look at Balinor, she decides it best to bite her tongue and takes starts to eat her food. She's hesitant at first to dig into it because it is prepared so finely, and she has a look around the table to see how folks are eating. In the end, she decides it's best to follow E'strue's table manners. After having a single bite, her eyes widen and she hurriedly chews and swallows.
"Incredible! Vaken, ye've out done yerself this time I must say."
As the meal goes on, Kay tries to get more of a sense of what manner of vessel the Wildyeast is and learn what she can about the isles they are headed toward and the sailing and weather conditions around them, mostly listening to the ambient conversation, asking questions timidly only occasionally.
"I may be a little green, as Drannick here often reminds me, but I know a seasoned sailor when I see one, Ferris. I think that it was very much our good fortune that you happened to be looking for a berth the night before we cast off. According to certain accounts, that is especially true considering how your good your eyes... and aim... are."
The Captain pauses for a moment, merely reaching into a coat pocket to pull out a folded piece of pink parchment which he lays on the table beside his plate.
Ferris tips his head at the Captain, knowing full well that his shot may have been spoken of. "I won't lie sir, I took a chance. I am new to this ship but you are right, I have some old salt on me. I have been looking for a long while to rejoin a noble crew with a noble cause, so far I think I chose well," He says in a steady voice. He gestures to the pinkish paper, "That was the flying bird I assume?"
"Seen you about but don't believe we've been introduced 'fficially. 'M called Kay," she says, tilting her glass toward herself, "and yer... Ferris?"
"Aye, that is me. A pleasure to meet you Kay. Let me just say, I have been on many ships and worked alongside some remarkable sailors. If rumors are true and you are in fact wet behind the ears, well you have a bright future," Ferris smiles warmly and pats her on the back.
The Bosun, who had barely spoken a word to anyone except the First Mate, fixes you with a doubtful stare as he quaffs another mouthful from his mug,
"Excited are ye? Ha! Like the Captain said, lookin' in the spot she was last seen ain't no plan, 'specially when that place is barely a stones throw from shore. Yer 'part', Navigator, ain't even begun yet. If we don't find her 'round 'ere and 'ave to sail further out past them charts of yers, then we'll see the cut of yer jib."
The weathered Bosun gives you a wicked grin through his scraggly grey beard, as though very much looking forward to possibility.
"Don't you worry about me, Bosun Drannick, I relish the opportunity! Although I hope for her crew's sake that we find her fat and happy on Bonehill island."
[ooc: Kay definitely has a crush on Lorana, I'm sure some of the crew are already whispering about it. Zaretta is one who noticed certainly.]
Blushing squeamishly again, Kay forces down a half-chewed bite of boucan before she replies to Ferris. "Aye, tis true. This'll be m'first time workin' aboard a ship; an' only m'second sailin'. But bein' from Fireshear, I heard plenty a tale of th' beauties an' th' dangers of the sea. An watchin' em work, one picks up a thing or two, I'll wager."
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Kay blushes and stumbles over her words as First Mate Estrue shares Jart's compliments. "Um... er... was just doin' what was asked of me, Ma'am." She timidly walks clockwise, approaching the chair to the right of the First Mate, and starts to pull out the chair, looking around all the while to see if anyone will stop her from choosing this seat. As she moves to sit down, she slides her satchel carefully so that it is on her right side, keeping Rudd away from Estrue. "T...truth be told, it's the rest of th'crew that help me keep m'bearings. A'times I'm less than sure what I aught t'do, but it's as I said back at th'Pirate, 'm a fast learner."
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No one objects to you taking the seat at the First Mate's side, while E'strue herself seems both a little surprised and pleased at your choice. The senior officer listens to your response before taking a drink from a waterskin at her side, smiling at your self-depreciating words and tone as she says,
"That ye were, Kay, that ye were. And doin' it well by all accounts. Some of me very favourite people in the whole world were fast learners who did what they were told."
The senior officer says it with a wink and a light tone, but as always with this formiddable woman, there's an undertone of seriousness about her words, even when joking. E;sture listens to Aundrey say something to Drannick, then shifts her steady gaze to the three senior sailors at the other side of the table, before leaning over slightly towards Kay to say quietly,
"So how was yer first day as a sailor, Ms. Kay? Not too boring I hope, what with no zombies, killer spiders and such?"
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Kestrell nods back to the senior sailors, and smiles at Captain Aundrey's greeting.
"Aye, aye, sir! We are well on our way, and making good time. Near, as I can tell. Any recent change of plans that I should know about for course plotting?"
Kestrell chooses the seat to the left of Hendle, so he is able to see the faces of Aundrey, Estrue and Bosun Drannick. Seeing the captain and first mate seated, Kestrell will sit as well.
"First Mate Estrue, that is a fetching scarf you are wearing, and that color of green really goes well with your hair, if you don't mind me saying!"
Rapping her fingers delicately against the edge of the table, Kay subconsciously follows E'strue's gaze as she looks around the table and is caught off-guard slightly when E'strue ultimately turns back to her. She coughs she accidentally breathes in some spittle. Clearing her throat she replies, "Well, I admit that t'was a great day. 'twix havin' a roof o'er m'head an' th'noticeable lack of threats on my life, I do believe I could grow accustomed." She gets a far off look when she thinks about the kiss she received from Lorana, her orange eyes briefly glowing brighter in the lantern light. She shakes herself from her reverie after a moment, "Was talkin' with Freya this mornin', an' had to admit; this feels more home than I've had." She looks a bit sheepish as she admits that to the First Mate, "Uh... that is... t'say, y'have my gratitude, takin' me on. An' t'was a great day is all."
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Vaken enters the room carrying a large tray of plates. Nibs is following with a small keg of rum. "Good evening all. My new assistant heard tell that there would be more of us this evening and let me know, so we've taken that into account. There should be more than enough." He sets the tray on the table to the side of the room, shows Nibs where to place the keg and then looks toward the captain. "Captain, would you have me set the table now, or are we waiting on more guests?"
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The pale skinned dwarf Hendle nods as you take your seat beside him, while the Captain replies,
"No changes of plan or heading, Kestrell. We're bound for the Knuckles where the Wildyeast was last sighted, same as before. Keep the heading Southwest and we should reach the islands morning of the twentieth, maybe even tomorrow night if we make especially good time. We'll circumnavigate Bonehill, the largest and most Northernmost of the islands, then make our way around and through the other four if needed. From all reports, they're little more than saltstone rocks for the most part."
At the exchange between you and the ship's master, you notice that a few other heads lift to listen as the Captain confirms your destination. Hendle and Lionel both nod and quickly return to discussing how they'll keep someone named Glute away from anything particularly breakable on board. Balinor's eyes stay fixed on the Captain though. Your complement to the First Mate earns you a further smile from the Captain, but a slight grimace from E'strue who says,
"I don't mind ye sayin', Kestrell, though fashion is the last thing I concern meself with. But the good Captain here brought this scarf and others for me as gift from Luskan, so I'll wear them with thanks. Besides, they keep the sun off some and help soak up the sweat. Ye just focus on helping us find that missing trader though and don't be worrying none about me hair."
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First Mate E'strue looks you squarely in the eye and says candidly,
"Aye, there ain't no better home than one ye can travel aboard, Kay. That's what me... that's what some folks say, and I reckon they have the right of it. And no gratitudes needed neither, lass. Ye work hard and stay useful, then ye'll have a home and some coin to boot. It can be a hard life at times, I won't lie to ye. But it's an honest one.
I'm glad that ye enjoyed yer first day as a sailor, I honestly am. I seen ye talkin' to the other sail monkeys and riggin' rats as well, which is fer the best. Ye don't have to be friends with everyone ye ever sailed with, but it don't hurt none to get on well with those you'll swap sweat with. A ship can be a home, true, but a home without friends and family is a poor one."
The First Mate's words draw an approving nod from Captain Aundrey, but a sceptical look from the Bosun. E'strue seems to almost drift into self-reflective pause, but then Ferris and Dekket both enter which seems to stir the senior officer from her brief reverie. Both sailors nod to everyone present and offer the perfunctionary greetings to the Captain and officers, before walking around the table to sit between you and Kestrell.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
A little late to the party but Ferris steps in to the room and nods to everyone, "Sorry for the tardiness. Had to help tie down something outside, not any worry though." The lookout shrugs off his overcoat while he walks around the table and places it on the back of the chair beside Kay. Rolling up his sleeves he sits and adjusts himself closer to the table.
Everyone present is clearly pleased to see, or rather smell, your and Nib's entrance. At your mention of not being informed of the larger dinner gathering, Bosun Drannick stares disapprovingly at Quartermaster Daegrin who has the good graces to look somewhat embarrased as he says,
"Err, yes, that was my bad. I, ahh, was on my way to the Galley to inform Cook Vaken, but became somewhat distracted when a sailor came to me to report that he'd heard a rat squeeking in the hold today. I told him that he must have been mistaken, this being a new ship and all, but he seemed adament. I'm afraid that I completely forgot to pass on the message to Vaken, though I'm happy to report that I found no signs of rats aboard the Shark."
Everyone nods in relief at the Quartermaster's denial of a vermin infestation and the whole exchange is soon forgotten as you and your assistant place the delicious looking and smelling food on the sideboard. First Mate E'strue looks about to say something when the Master of Sail comes in with an apology for being late and sits in the second last remaining chair. Captain Aundrey smiles then and responds to your question,
"Yes, please do set the table, Cook Vaken. I really must say that you've outdone yourself! This meal looks and smells fine enough to grace my father's dinning hall. What a fantastic way to see out our first night at sea together."
As the table is set and Vaken takes his seat, Aundrey lifts a bottle of wine and offers some to each of you before pouring himself a half-glass and raising it in a toast,
"To the Shore Shark and her splendid crew! May they live long and proud together, each proving worthy of the other!"
As everyone turns their attention to the food and the low buzz of dinner conversation begins, Nibs leans in to mutter in you ear before departing,
"Enjoy yer meal, Mr. Vaken. I'll see to it that the rest of the crew eats, sir."
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
The Captain and First Mate both nod acceptance of your explanation, though the Bosun scowls a little before going back to the contents of his mug. E'strue smiles at you and says,
"That is all well and good, Ferris. Duty first, always. That reminds me Drannick, who'd ye put up in the nest tonight?"
The two senior sailors begin a discussion about the merits of having the older Jart or the younger Petey on lookout, as Captain Aundrey turns towards you with wine glass in hand and a searching look on his face. After a few moments, the much younger man grimaces a little, but says with a wry chuckle,
"I may be a little green, as Drannick here often reminds me, but I know a seasoned sailor when I see one, Ferris. I think that it was very much our good fortune that you happened to be looking for a berth the night before we cast off. According to certain accounts, that is especially true considering how your good your eyes... and aim... are."
The Captain pauses for a moment, merely reaching into a coat pocket to pull out a folded piece of pink parchment which he lays on the table beside his plate.
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
"I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it!"
Kestrell grins at the first mate, then responds: "Alright, I won't worry about your hair! Or your sweat!" He says the last with a playfull wink.
As the food arrives, Kestrell digs in with gusto, even though he had a few bites to eat when he first got up, he's still got a powerful hunger. Through a full mouth "Oh Vaken, nicely done! This is delicious!"
As everyone really gets into their meals, Kestrell turns to the sailors next to him and brings up Rumbottom. Not loud enough to involve the whole table, just enough so the sailors and Kay next to him can hear: "So, how about that Lorana waitress at the Prancing Pirate, aye? She was sure something!"
At the mention of the rat, Kay's eyes grow wide and she ducks her head instinctively, looking much like a guilty child. Her hand shoots to her satchel briefly, and then she looks relieved as all attention turns to dinner. She gratefully accepts the wine. Curious as she is about First Mate E'strue's past exploits, she feels reticent to pry too deeply, and having known the woman for less than a tenday besides. Instead, she turns to Ferris.
"Seen you about but don't believe we've been introduced 'fficially. 'M called Kay," she says, tilting her glass toward herself, "and yer... Ferris?"
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A'ro just sits nodding as the food comes out "This looks great mate." he just accepts the wine taking a sip and enjoying it. This was definitely a different experience for him, usually he was with the sailors not the officers. As he heard the small chats beginning and the eventual destinations he began to just think about the areas trying to remember what he may have known or any threats that he may have heard about.
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Vaken sat at the table eating and only speaking when spoken to. He was so happy to have finally made it on a ship. And to have already seen dolphins! But at the same time he was feeling quiet out of his league sitting with the officers. He's just a tribesman from the Spine. So he sat quietly dreaming of things to come while trying to avoid notice by those set above him in station.
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"I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it!"
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The young Captain seems pleased by your enthusiasm, but looks a little puzzled by your words,
"Well, I'm glad you approve, Kestrell... though going to where a lost ship was last sighted is hardly a novel approach to finding it. The Dubol told me that she purchased a powerful divination scroll and hired a spell caster to use it a few days after the Yeast first failed to show up, but apparently the magic didn't succeed for some reason or another. I'm not well versed in how magic works, but I asked our Ships Mage today and apparently such spells can have extremely varied results depending on a whole host of factors. I'm afraid that for the rest of us, the old fashioned approach must suffice."
The Bosun, who had barely spoken a word to anyone except the First Mate, fixes you with a doubtful stare as he quaffs another mouthful from his mug,
"Excited are ye? Ha! Like the Captain said, lookin' in the spot she was last seen ain't no plan, 'specially when that place is barely a stones throw from shore. Yer 'part', Navigator, ain't even begun yet. If we don't find her 'round 'ere and 'ave to sail further out past them charts of yers, then we'll see the cut of yer jib."
The weathered Bosun gives you a wicked grin through his scraggly grey beard, as though very much looking forward to possibility.
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Kestrell grins at the first mate, then responds: "Alright, I won't worry about your hair! Or your sweat!" He says the last with a playfull wink.
As the food arrives, Kestrell digs in with gusto, even though he had a few bites to eat when he first got up, he's still got a powerful hunger. Through a full mouth "Oh Vaken, nicely done! This is delicious!"
As everyone really gets into their meals, Kestrell turns to the sailors next to him and brings up Rumbottom. Not loud enough to involve the whole table, just enough so the sailors and Kay next to him can hear: "So, how about that Lorana waitress at the Prancing Pirate, aye? She was sure something!"
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First Mate E'strue either doesn't register or chooses to ignore your rejoinder. Looking around the table, it's clear that you're not the only one enjoying the fare prepared by the Ship's Cook. Unne is single handedly destroying massive serving after massive serving, slowing only to wash the occassional mouthful down with a torrent of ale, though the large Northman never seems to quite stop chewing, even when he's drinking. At your comment about Lorana, the stern-faced Balinor responds noncommittally, "Sure, she's pretty enough, I suppose. I've known prettier barmaids though, and in better taverns too, I'll tell you that for nothing."
Lionel swallows his last mouthful and smiles somewhat wistfully at you, saying, "Seems a nice lass, though Beril's got the real fire. Reminds me a little of me Annabelle that one does."
Hendle belches in satisfaction and loosens the lower ties on his crude, sealskin vest, replying as he pours himself a mug of ale, "Bahh! Ain't neither one of 'em got the hair on 'er face or the hearthfire in 'er bossom to keep a real dwarf warm. In Ironmaster, tavern wenches all 'ave some substance to 'em, not like yer skinny..."
The pale-skinned dwarf begins to talk a little of his home, stroking his thick white mustache as he nurses his mug of ale.
[OOC] To speak loud enough for Kay to hear (three seats away), there's a chance that some else might hear what you're saying, though with so many people crammed around the table and the noise of everyone eating, it seems unlikely unless they're actively trying.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Most of the gathered officers and crew seem pleased enough to just enjoy their meal, though there is a fair bit of discourse about the missing Wildyeast and banter about today's race. A couple of those present seem interested in sharing a bit about themselves or make some attempt at getting to know their new crewmates a little better. However, apart from loud and frequent thanks for the great meal from almost everyone at the table and a few questions about ingredients from Daegrin, Vaken is left to his own musings
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Kay's cheeks flush red at Kestrell's mention of Lorana, and Balinor and Lionel speak before she can respond. Shooting a nasty look at Balinor, she decides it best to bite her tongue and takes starts to eat her food. She's hesitant at first to dig into it because it is prepared so finely, and she has a look around the table to see how folks are eating. In the end, she decides it's best to follow E'strue's table manners. After having a single bite, her eyes widen and she hurriedly chews and swallows.
"Incredible! Vaken, ye've out done yerself this time I must say."
As the meal goes on, Kay tries to get more of a sense of what manner of vessel the Wildyeast is and learn what she can about the isles they are headed toward and the sailing and weather conditions around them, mostly listening to the ambient conversation, asking questions timidly only occasionally.
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"I may be a little green, as Drannick here often reminds me, but I know a seasoned sailor when I see one, Ferris. I think that it was very much our good fortune that you happened to be looking for a berth the night before we cast off. According to certain accounts, that is especially true considering how your good your eyes... and aim... are."
The Captain pauses for a moment, merely reaching into a coat pocket to pull out a folded piece of pink parchment which he lays on the table beside his plate.
Ferris tips his head at the Captain, knowing full well that his shot may have been spoken of. "I won't lie sir, I took a chance. I am new to this ship but you are right, I have some old salt on me. I have been looking for a long while to rejoin a noble crew with a noble cause, so far I think I chose well," He says in a steady voice. He gestures to the pinkish paper, "That was the flying bird I assume?"
"Seen you about but don't believe we've been introduced 'fficially. 'M called Kay," she says, tilting her glass toward herself, "and yer... Ferris?"
"Aye, that is me. A pleasure to meet you Kay. Let me just say, I have been on many ships and worked alongside some remarkable sailors. If rumors are true and you are in fact wet behind the ears, well you have a bright future," Ferris smiles warmly and pats her on the back.
Insight check on Kay, why did she flush red when Lorana was brought up? 15
"Don't you worry about me, Bosun Drannick, I relish the opportunity! Although I hope for her crew's sake that we find her fat and happy on Bonehill island."
[ooc: Kay definitely has a crush on Lorana, I'm sure some of the crew are already whispering about it. Zaretta is one who noticed certainly.]
Blushing squeamishly again, Kay forces down a half-chewed bite of boucan before she replies to Ferris. "Aye, tis true. This'll be m'first time workin' aboard a ship; an' only m'second sailin'. But bein' from Fireshear, I heard plenty a tale of th' beauties an' th' dangers of the sea. An watchin' em work, one picks up a thing or two, I'll wager."
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