'Kay's greets Beril with a shy smile and then looks somewhat mortified as she is called out for her obvious feelings. Her heart flutters at the sound of Lorana's laugh, and she stands next to Beril swooning for a moment before she catches her meaning.' "Gatherin' coin...?" 'For a moment she remembers her own flight from Fireshear, tucked away between food and rum stores below the decks of the Kelpskipper, counting the grains in the wooden boxes, and the sharp smells of grain and meat slowly souring.' "Rare opportunity hm..."
'Kay's still puzzling over what Beril and Lorana might need to hurry to gather coin for when she hears Beril say "little time for dalliances" at which point her head starts to droop. Don't be selfish, Kay, these women have their livelihoods to look after, same as anyone. But Beril continues on, sparking that glimmer of hope in Kay's little heart. Finally, she looks back up at Beril and nods smiling a bit more boldly.'
"Then perhaps I can make a contribution, to speed you... meaning yourself and a'course herself to your purpose, whatsoever that may be..." 'Kay fishes out two gold coins from her belt pouch and hands one to Beril, and turns from her, making her way to the wagon to over pay for a mug of watered down ale from the woman she so desires.'
"No disrespect, master dwarf. I am the Shore Shark's new resident mage, and it is me duty to make sure that we are using the best systems at hand. The mangonel is beautiful, a classic. The work that it will do on these voyages, hunting dem pirates. I can't wait to see one in action." Virt leans against the railing and looks down at the dwarf and back up at Hurley, "Argrin, aye? And an engineer ye say? I may be able to use yer expert mind to help me craft new weapons systems fer this here ship. Have ye ever thought about what is the next evolution of ship to ship warfare? Fer how many of years have ye fought the same way, using the same systems against these feckless bastards who ply their trade of robbery and thievery on the seas?"
Standing straight up, Virt walks past the dwarf and looks back towards the town. He sees the stillness of the small town, how placid the buildings are with smoke coming from their chimneys. This was a place to call home, a place for safety. But if they failed at their jobs, then who would protect these good people?
Virt turns around and squats down so that he is almost face-to-face with Argrin, "Help me do better. Help me design and make something that will not only stoke fear in de heart o' e'ery pirate on the seas but will cement our names in the history books of our people. A dwarven engineer should be there to make the best weapon on the seas. Some o' the best engineers in me eyes this world knows."
'Argrin grimaces noticeably as Virt reveals his status as Ships Mage, but smiles at the compliment to Hurley, before nodding enthusiastically when the much taller man begins to discuss weapons systems,'
"Oh aye, you'll see her in action right soon, I'm hopin', 'long with meself! I've not fired her yet of course, bein' as new to the ship as yerself, though I've fired and helped build others akin to her.
What do you think of her name? Hurley, because she hurls things, ya know, throwin' stuff. Get it? HA! I thought about Chuck, but she's too pretty to be a fella.
I don't know 'bout 'avin no 'expert mind', but I'm durned handy with me hands. Don't know 'bout no ship-to-ship evolutions neither... that some kind of hybrid paddle-boat? Seen me a riverboat once, ya know. Enough to make a sailor dizzy that paddle-wheel of hers was - evolution after evolution after evolution.
You're right on the anvil 'bout dwarves bein' best at engineerin' though. And if'n you're lookin' to make somethin' that'll put the fear of Moradin in pirate scum, then i'm like to be listenin to what you're proposin'!"
"I had no doubt, Argrin. Once my designs are complete, I will show ye what I came up with. Well met, friend. I should go put my things away and get ready for supper this evening. The Captain requested us to be available for dinner, and as a young officer I don't want to be late." Virt puts out his hand for the Arg, "If ye have the time this evenin, maybe ye can show me more of Hurley?"
Virtoris makes his way away from his new friend and through the crew members on board the Shore Shark. Argrin was very excitable when it comes to crafting weapon systems, especially if they're going to hurt pirates. What a good friend to make! He thought to himself as he nods his head at the various crew members as he passes them by.
Getting to the officer's dining room was easy enough, and as he comes inside he sees that it is empty. He pours himself a glass of wine and pulls his notebook out and starts working on his designs some more. trying to remember how crank systems could be useful, he works on older designs from others and puts them in his book as well.
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"I had no doubt, Argrin. Once my designs are complete, I will show ye what I came up with. Well met, friend. I should go put my things away and get ready for supper this evening. The Captain requested us to be available for dinner, and as a young officer I don't want to be late." Virt puts out his hand for the Arg, "If ye have the time this evenin, maybe ye can show me more of Hurley?"
Virtoris makes his way away from his new friend and through the crew members on board the Shore Shark. Argrin was very excitable when it comes to crafting weapon systems, especially if they're going to hurt pirates. What a good friend to make! He thought to himself as he nods his head at the various crew members as he passes them by.
Getting to the officer's dining room was easy enough, and as he comes inside he sees that it is empty. He pours himself a glass of wine and pulls his notebook out and starts working on his designs some more. trying to remember how crank systems could be useful, he works on older designs from others and puts them in his book as well.
"Aye, i'll be here with Hurley or at one of the two ballistas doin' final checks and such. Captain's asked me to keep'em workin' as theys needs to... so that we can blast the darned pirates out of these durned water whens the darned time comes. An i've always time to speak 'bout anythin' to do with blastin' darned pirates!"
'Entering the officer lounge, Virt sees that the table has already been set for dinner, though there is no one else yet in the room. Plates, cutlery and tankards for ten have been set out. Though the room's lamps have been dimmed and little light enters from the watery nightscape visible through the window, the room is sufficiently lit by a half dozen silver candlesticks placed around the centre of the table. The shouts, cheers and sounds of sailors splashing down into the harbour's waters are somewhat muted in here, but still discernable.'
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'Kestrell, having organized the Navigation Room, Navigators tools, claimed his bed in the Shared Officers Quarters, and stopped for a brief chat with Nubrel, makes his way to the Officers Lounge. He sees Virt there.'
"Hello Virt! What do you think of this fine ship now that you've had a chance to explore it?"
'As if by some unknowable mutual agreement between all present, there comes a slight lull in the cacophany that has engulfed both the dock and the goodship Shore Shark. Into that relative quiet a new sound is born - the enthusiastic ringing of the large ships bell that hangs upon the quarterdeck not three feet from the mighty ships wheel. *CLANG-CLA-CLANG... CLANG-CLA-CLANG*. The bell's deep and undeniable tones reach out across the ship and beyond to the docks, demanding quiet and attention from those gathered, officers and crew in particular.
On the dock, one of the Shark's sail monkeys turns her longing gaze away from the wharf's end to see what the bell signals. Mid-ship near the port-rail, the giant ships cook pauses in the setting out of heaped platters of fresh bread and a large cauldron of steaming stew. At the ringing of the bell, the navigator comes out of the officers lounge door to see what is going on, while the ship's mage and quarter master emerge from the officers quarters to make enquiries as to the tolling. A sweat drenched and shirtless weapons master clambers up a rope ladder from the belly of the ships hold, a look hopeful of action and violence writ clear upon his creased face. Upon the forecastle, the ships mage and a gunner leave off their debate over the finer points of maritime engineering and weaponry and look back across the length of the ship to the distant quarterdeck. And, unseen by all below, looking down from on high inside the ships crows nest, a lone tatooed woman with her ridged and unbound arms crossed atop the nest's rail, takes note of the three figures who have climbed the quarterdeck's stairs.
Bosun Drannick lets go of the bell's rope-pull, shouting out across the suddenly quieted ship in a strong clear voice,'
"Ho there, fine crew of the fierce caravel Shore Shark. Can you HEAR me?
'The roar of cheers and cries in the affirmative ring out across the deck and nearby wharf, as muscled arms and callused fists are thrust into the air in answer.'
"Yes? GOOD! For ships officers don't like repeatin' themselves, and me less than most, so listen up and listen up good me hearties.
The Captain and First Mate are going to add some much needed clarity to those otherwise cloud-shrouded noggin's of yers, then I'm going to break down a few hard truths for ye all. Then ye can finish up yer drink and another one or two besides... then it's hammock time. Clear? GOOD!
'Captain Aundrey steps forward, his navy ships coat fluttering in the wind and a strong left hand at rest upon the adjacent ships wheel, as his articulate and educated words ring clear, if not as loud as those of the Bosun,'
"I've welcomed you all already, so now I say WELL MET goodmen and women of the Shore Shark! In two days time, we will sail this fine vessel for the first time together, putting our first nautical miles behind us in our journey to rid these fair waters of the pirate scum who have plagued these shores for far too many days and nights.
Our maiden voyage will be important, of course, but it will be only the first of many that we shall share together. We've gold enough in keeping to pay you all for your services this month, the next... and beyond. Though that gold is marked for true sailors only, men and women who prove both their loyalty and mettle out there upon the cold waters of the Trackless Sea.
As I will now meet with your officers to finalise the details of our first voyage, I pass now to the good First Mate E'strue, who I trust above all others and who speaks with MY voice! Heed her words well... and glory, gold and good conscience shall surely be yours, mine... OURS!
'Following the mention of gold and glory, reverberating cheers are thown the Captain's way as he descends the quarterdeck to enter the officers lounge. With a nod of agreement at her Captain's words, First Mate E'strue steps forward, back straight, head held high with her hands crossed behind the small of her back, speaking with the volume of the Bosun and the conviction of the Captain,'
"I'll not keep ye from the gentle closin' remarks of the eloquent Bosun here for too much longer, or from yer final drinks neither, but hear me out first, good crew of the Shore Shark. The generous Captain wants ye all well briefed so as to put yer wonderin' minds at rest. When we sail, we'll be sailin' on a two complement rotation, two rollin' eight hour shifts of a score of sailors each, a mixture of officers and general crew on both watches. While all crew are expected to follow officers orders and heave to into ANY task asked of ye, we'll be allocatin' primary duties to each of ye, along the lines of deckhands and runners, riggin' rats and sail monkeys, gunners and guards... as well as more specialised duties as needed.
As good Captain Aundrey just told ye, I'm his first, which should be easy 'nough to remember even for ye dreg-lickers, seein' as it's right there in the title FIRST Mate! The chain of command after the Captain and myself, falls to the Bosun and then yer other remainin' junior officers. See that ye heed our words well!
Ye all follow yer orders and use well yer acquired sailors knowledge and skills, and there'll be cheers on this deck for many days and nights to come... and fears n' tears out there on those rotting derelict hulks that the Shore's buccaneers call ships! Bosun Drannick, the quarterdeck is yours!"
'As E'strue leaves the deck to another roar of agreement from the assembled sailors, Bosun Drannick steps forward, though the dwarf's greybearded chin is just visible above the four-foot rail of the quarterdeck,'
"So now ye know when we're leavin' and have some idea as to yer likely roles aboard ship, it falls to me, yer dear old ships pa, to reita... to retiter.. to make clear a few house rules on this here vessel. And yeah, I know that some of this was mentioned this mornin' outside of the inn, but seein' as its our lives that'll likely depend on it one day, includin' yer own relatively worthless hides, I aim to be certain that yer all certain as well!
Despite our festive beginnin's, we're lawfully chartered privateers, NOT lawless bottom-feedin' bucaneers. If'n ye don't know the difference, LEARN IT! A big part of that difference is that we follow our own rules, in addition to abidin' by the laws of both land and sea, includin' and above all others... SHIPS JUSTICE!
Rule one - ye NEVER disobey or refuse to carry out orders... EVER! To do otherwise is to invite a charge of MUTINY, for which there is only one punishment... Rule two - never bring, cause or otherwise invite harm upon the Shark or a fellow member of yer crew! Rule three - work hard and provide honest labour, and ye'll reap the rewards of such! Rule four - unless told otherwise, always obey the common laws of the Shore and whatever port we happen to be in! If'n yer unsure on what those are, ask an officer.
Beyond those four simple rules, there's a few other things that need 'splainin'. NO drunkeness will be tolerated while on duty or AT SEA PERIOD! Aye, every sailor is entitled to ONE mug of ale or cider a day with their meal upon end of shift, but we'll have NO useless hands on that ship when they're called to action... which could happen at any time should some pirate scum have the misfortune of crossin' our paths. Ye will save your hard drinkin' for when yer granted shore leave or told otherwise.
An' while I'm neither deaf nor blind to the antics likely to happen, or already happenin' , below decks in yer hammocks, crew-to-crew relations are to be kept discreet and out-of-sight of the general ships business. The Captain, First Mate and meself will brook no distractions, stary-eyed or otherwise, while we're about our work on those waves out there. Mores to the point, I've had a chin wag with the good Captain and he's agreed in his infinite wisdom that there'll be NO relations between crew and ANY officer of this ship. We'd hate for any of y'all to think that ye weren't just as important to any of us as the next corpse-in-waitin' beside ye!
The punishment for lawlessness or other infactions WILL fit the crime, rangin' from the dockin' of pay, to a public floggin', to time in the brig, to losin' yer job, to bein' hung from a yard arm... should such be necessary! Be warned! Upon this deck and upon those waves, yer Captain and his senior officers will be ye judges, jury and executioners, as required. Yer all startin' to catch me drift, I'm hopin'!
Now finish up yer drinkin' and gamblin' so that ye can get some sleep. While we're not sailin' tomorrow, ye will all be given plenty to do, so don't think ye'll be lazin' about in yer hammocks till noon. Those days are over... but oh, the days we have AHEAD!
All officers now to the officers lounge if ye would be so kind."
'The cheers to the Bosun's concluding remarks are the least enthusiastic of the night, but sailors all around can be seen nodding their heads in seeming agreement to the words spoken by all three officers. Shouts go out for final drinks, while card and dice games begin to wrap up. Unne's hulking form and the comparitively tiny back of the halfling quartermaster can be seen dissapearing into the officers lounge.
As Kay begins to drift once more amongst the now declining revelry on the wharf, as Vaken finishes setting up the very first evening meal for the Shark's crew and as Una returns to the deck of the ship to eat, each is approached by the bald-headed Lionel, who simply says,'
"Message from the Captain - your presence is requested in the officers lounge... now."
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A’ro just relaxed staring off into the distance, losing himself in memories and drink. It wasn’t until he heard the bell that he turned around to stare at the spectacle of the Captain and First Mate addressing the crowd of sailors. He just smiled and listened carefully to what the Captain had to say. Even though the man came off as a novice Captain he seemed to care about these people in some fashion which was good.
When the Captain began to descend into the Officers Lounge he took that as his cue to make his way down there. He just weaved his way through the crowd as the laying down the rules continued to occur. By the time the dwarf ha finished his speech he found himself at the entrance and began to descend the stairs. As he walked to the table he nodded to the Captain and stood behind a seat
“Evening Capt’in – How have the festivities treated ya?”
A’ro just relaxed staring off into the distance, losing himself in memories and drink. It wasn’t until he heard the bell that he turned around to stare at the spectacle of the Captain and First Mate addressing the crowd of sailors. He just smiled and listened carefully to what the Captain had to say. Even though the man came off as a novice Captain he seemed to care about these people in some fashion which was good.
When the Captain began to descend into the Officers Lounge he took that as his cue to make his way down there. He just weaved his way through the crowd as the laying down the rules continued to occur. By the time the dwarf ha finished his speech he found himself at the entrance and began to descend the stairs. As he walked to the table he nodded to the Captain and stood behind a seat
“Evening Capt’in – How have the festivities treated ya?”
'When A'ro enters, Captain Aundrey is seated at the head of the captains table, his navy blue coat removed and hanging from a nearby cloak peg. The man is wearing a plain, but clean, white shirt, with a thin chain hanging about his neck and silver cuff links at his wrists. Daegrin and Unne are sitting one seat either side of the captain, the former perusing a sheaf of papers, the latter looking unhappily at his empty plate.
The captain's head of blond curls and rudimentary russet gold beard lift at the genasi's entrance and words, the young captain waves at the chair before you,'
"I am well, thank you Master of Sails, though to be honest, I've had little time to celebrate today, or indeed since leaving Luskan. Building a crew and preparing for a voyage, especially a maiden voyage, takes some work, I can assure you of that. Especially with some of the incidents we've had to deal with recently, though I suppose that a good captain would anticipate such difficulties.
Please, take a seat, A'ro. The others should not be long."
'The Captain indicates that A'ro may take any vacant seat apart from the ones either side of him at the head of the table OR one of the three at the foot of the table.'
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'Kay looks at the others gathered around her for a few long seconds before she freezes, her orange eyes wide, finally realizing that Lionel is speaking to her. She points at herself.' "Me?"
'Like Vaken, her mind immediately goes to what she may have done wrong. Will they chastise me further for the death of Gaut? Bosun Drannick did say that we're not to hurt other crew. No... they already docked my pay... for life! If not that then what? For not being able to save the moon faced boy during crossbow training? Surely not for making eyes at sweet Lorana... Perhaps someone caught me talking to someone I should not have been... that woman by the edge of the pier? She suddenly realizes that Lionel is staring at her, either waiting expectantly or growing angrier, she cannot tell.' "Eep... yes uh... sir!" "She says, running up the gangplank and snagging a loaf of bread before she runs to the Officer's lounge."
Vaken thanks Lionel and immediately heads to the officers lounge wondering if he'd already done something wrong.
'As Vaken enters the officers lounge, still wearing his large flour-stained cooks apron and smelling of beef and mutton, the Captain smiles and indicates that the goliath should take one of the three chairs at the end of the table. Perhaps noting the worried look on Vaken's face, Aundrey says,'
"Worry not, ships cook Vaken. This summons is not regarding tonights efforts in the galley... which I am already hearing good things about, by the way. Quarter Master Daegrin was telling me only moments ago that you have some additional stores requests - is that so?"
'Unne, who has been sitting two seats to the Captain's left, says without preamble,'
"We gunna talk or eat first?"
'The Northman's tone leaves little doubt as to which of these he would prefer.'
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"Worry not, ships cook Vaken. This summons is not regarding tonights efforts in the galley... which I am already hearing good things about, by the way. Quarter Master Daegrin was telling me only moments ago that you have some additional stores requests - is that so?"
Hearing his title "ships cook" spoken aloud by the captain made Vaken grin. He really liked how that sounded.
"Yes sir, captain. I asked Mr. Daegrin to fill out the spice racks, so to speak. When all our stores are fresh, it's not matter. But as time passes some of our stocks are going to affected by time. I'd like to be able to hide that from the crew. Additionally, it gives me more room for variety in what I fix."Then, as an afterthought he adds,"I also asked for a little milk to serve with the officers breakfasts over the next two days while we're in port. I know it won't stay good for long, but I figure while we're in port it'd be a nice addition for you and the officers."
'Kay looks at the others gathered around her for a few long seconds before she freezes, her orange eyes wide, finally realizing that Lionel is speaking to her. She points at herself.' "Me?"
'Like Vaken, her mind immediately goes to what she may have done wrong. Will they chastise me further for the death of Gaut? Bosun Drannick did say that we're not to hurt other crew. No... they already docked my pay... for life! If not that then what? For not being able to save the moon faced boy during crossbow training? Surely not for making eyes at sweet Lorana... Perhaps someone caught me talking to someone I should not have been... that woman by the edge of the pier? She suddenly realizes that Lionel is staring at her, either waiting expectantly or growing angrier, she cannot tell.' "Eep... yes uh... sir!" "She says, running up the gangplank and snagging a loaf of bread before she runs to the Officer's lounge."
'Kay enters the officers lounge in a rush, pulling up short as the heads of the captain, three other officers and the cook Vaken all swing around at her entry. Captain Aundrey smiles, indicates one of the three chairs opposite his, and says in his usually freindly voice,'
"Welcome sailor Kay. As you seem in a rush, let me assure you that you are not late. Please, take a seat. I dare not keep a warrior of your skill and ferocity unduely standing, at least so I'm told by one who is good judge of such. It would appear that defending yourself against bullies and thugs is not all you are capable of."
'Aundrey looks to his left, where the hungry looking visage of Unne shifts from the cook Vaken to the young womans face. Unne *grunts* more than says anything in response, though the surly warrior does nod to confirm the captain's words.'
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"Worry not, ships cook Vaken. This summons is not regarding tonights efforts in the galley... which I am already hearing good things about, by the way. Quarter Master Daegrin was telling me only moments ago that you have some additional stores requests - is that so?"
Hearing his title "ships cook" spoken aloud by the captain made Vaken grin. He really liked how that sounded.
"Yes sir, captain. I asked Mr. Daegrin to fill out the spice racks, so to speak. When all our stores are fresh, it's not matter. But as time passes some of our stocks are going to affected by time. I'd like to be able to hide that from the crew. Additionally, it gives me more room for variety in what I fix."Then, as an afterthought he adds,"I also asked for a little milk to serve with the officers breakfasts over the next two days while we're in port. I know it won't stay good for long, but I figure while we're in port it'd be a nice addition for you and the officers."
'The captain nods his head at Vaken's reasoning regarding the herbs and spices, while seeming a little surprised by the request for milk, replies with a smile,'
"Well, the first part of your request seems perfectly reasonable, so I approve the purchase of additional herbs and spices. Daegrin, please make a note.
And while I haven't had milk with my breakfast since I was a young lad, I am partial to a mug of coffee in the morning and at night, and always did prefer it with cream and sugar. I will also approve this request... so long as you make enquiries about securing a stock of coffee beans as well."
'At this point you all begin to hear a slowly building *thumping* sound which you soon realise is coming from the disgruntled looking weapons master. Casting a wry smile Unne's way, Aundrey says,'
"Perhaps you'd best bring out tonight's offerings Vaken, so that we can chat while we begin our first meal together, though I'll personally wait for the First Mate, Bosun and others to arrive before partaking."
'The *thumping* sound stops as Unne leans back with a seemingly appeased look upon his blunt face. The large man's chair creaks with the redistribution of his weight, though it holds its integrity for the moment.'
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'Kay relaxes visibly when the Captain tells her that she is not late, then stiffens when he calls her a warrior. She looks between the Captain Aundrey and the large Weaponsmaster dumbfounded, and all she manages is a,' "Uh... right..."'then, realizing whom she's speaking to, she tries what she thinks might be a proper salute and says,'"er... yes sir... uh... sirs!"'before taking her seat near Vaken, patting him on the shoulder and flashing him a shy smile.'
'Seeing Unne's hungry look, Kay does her best to stealthily hand him her loaf of bread under the table, while pretending to look at some detail in the corner of the room.'
'Once the loaf of bread leaves her hand she feigns a meek cough, pretending to clear her throat, then starts to stand.' "Um... mayhap the cook needs assistance d...delivering the officers' fare for the evening? I... shall I?"
'At this point you all begin to hear a slowly building *thumping* sound which you soon realise is coming from the disgruntled looking weapons master. Casting a wry smile Unne's way, Aundrey says,'
"Perhaps you'd best bring out tonight's offerings Vaken, so that we can chat while we begin our first meal together, though I'll personally wait for the First Mate, Bosun and others to arrive before partaking."
'The *thumping* sound stops as Unne leans back with a seemingly appeased look upon his blunt face. The large man's chair creaks with the redistribution of his weight, though it holds its integrity for the moment.'
Look at the large Unne, Vaken nodded his head, "Yes sir captain. I'll get the food right away." The goliath quickly rose from his seat and left the room. In less than a few minutes he was back with a tray full of so much food that most folks probably wouldn't have been able to carry it. With a glance at Unne, Vaken started placing all the dishes on the table. Soon the table was set. Salted meat with pease porridge accompanied and more bread. On his second trip to the galley and back Vaken brought wine for the officers and beer for the rest.
'Seeing Unne's hungry look, Kay does her best to stealthily hand him her loaf of bread under the table, while pretending to look at some detail in the corner of the room.'
'Once the loaf of bread leaves her hand she feigns a meek cough, pretending to clear her throat, then starts to stand.' "Um... mayhap the cook needs assistance d...delivering the officers' fare for the evening? I... shall I?"
'The loaf of bread is yanked from Kay's hand with the quickness and savagery of a starving bear's jaws. The sail mokney looks back at the nearby weapons master just in time to see a full half the loaf dissapear beneath the giant man's thick walrus-like mustache, though he nods slightly in thanks in Kay's direction as he munches the food down with little-to-no chewing, his too-big eyes never leaving the rogue's face, even as his iron hook reaches up to push the rest of the impaled bread loaf into his maw.
Lost in the somewhat terrifying sight, Kay fails to notice Vaken's departure to bring in the night's meal.'
Look at the large Unne, Vaken nodded his head, "Yes sir captain. I'll get the food right away." The goliath quickly rose from his seat and left the room. In less than a few minutes he was back with a tray full of so much food that most folks probably wouldn't have been able to carry it. With a glance at Unne, Vaken started placing all the dishes on the table. Soon the table was set. Salted meat with pease porridge accompanied and more bread. On his second trip to the galley and back Vaken brought wine for the officers and beer for the rest.
'Captain Aundrey merely nods as Vaken leaves to retrieve the officers meal from the galley below. Returning to the open deck, the goliath is pleased to see individuals and groups of sailors across the deck chowing down on his very first crew meal. Taking the lack of complaints as a ringing endorsement, Vaken heads below deck where he is met outside the galley's entrance by Lionel. The plain faced sailore offers to assist Vaken with carrying the meal above and between the two of them easily do so.
As Lionel departs the officers quarters with a respectful nod to the Captain, Unne is already finishing off his first tankard of beer, eschewing the wine to reach across and take the drink that Vaken had placed beside his own plate. Following a *BuuurrrrRRRPPPP* that causes Daegrin to stare daggers his way, Unne begins to hoe into the first of his many helpings.
True to his word, the captain leaves his meal untouched for the moment. The quartermaster likewise seems disinclined to eat... at least not while Unne is devouring his own meal. However, both the Aundrey and Daegrin comment on the rich and enticing aromas that are fast filling the officers lounge,'
"Well, well, Vaken, I must say that this looks delicious and smells heavenly. Every bit as good as my matron Beverley used to make back at home. I think that we may have picked up a bargain in freeing you from the employ of the wretch Vergil."
"Mmm, it does smell good, big fella! Why, if it wasn't for that disgusting big lump right THERE then I'd probably be laying in to this wonderful looking spread myself!"
'Most eyes at the table seem to gravitate towards the large ravenous Northman who, having already finished his first serving, is busy relocating as much of the food as he can onto his plate.'
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A’ro just nods as he takes his seat and smiled – he would point out that the man had gotten the two blue officers mixed up. He just waits as other people begin to show up and smiles, waving at Kay. As the cook shows up he just nods – it was interesting to see that the Captain had invited some others from the ship. His curiosity was peaked and he kept quiet listening.
As the food was brought out A’ro just smiled as he smelled it – the ship really had lucked out. Although the northmans eating seemed to steer others away from eating, A’ro couldn’t help but consume his food. Taking a moment after a couple of bites to look at the cook “Very good mate.”
A’ro just nods as he takes his seat and smiled – he would point out that the man had gotten the two blue officers mixed up. He just waits as other people begin to show up and smiles, waving at Kay. As the cook shows up he just nods – it was interesting to see that the Captain had invited some others from the ship. His curiosity was peaked and he kept quiet listening.
As the food was brought out A’ro just smiled as he smelled it – the ship really had lucked out. Although the northmans eating seemed to steer others away from eating, A’ro couldn’t help but consume his food. Taking a moment after a couple of bites to look at the cook “Very good mate.”
'Barely pausing as he swallows a large chunk of meat almost whole, the weapons master nods hearty agreement at A'ro's compliment towards the cook. Small bits of meat fall fleeing from the Northman's maw as he says,'
"Mmm... YAH!...mmm...good...it is, yah...mmm...pass the gravy...mmm...MORE!"
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'The sounds of light conversation and heavy eating continue for a few minutes, before the lounge door opens once again, this time to admit the first mate, bosun and ships lookout, Una. Captain Aundrey smiles and nods at all three, before welcoming the half-elf and directing her towards the remaining chair besides Kay and Vaken. First Mate E'strue moves to the chair on the captain's right, smiling a somewhat weary smile to everyone gathered before sitting down with an exagerated sigh,'
"Ahh, it feels good to take a load off, it surely does. Well I don't know about the lot ye, but I'm starvin'! What's for dinner?"
'Bosun Drannick moves slowly to sit on the captain's left, though he pauses before sitting down, rather formerly asking the Captain's leave to be seated. The Bosun has a distinctly unhappy look on his face... which he turns directly towards Virt. The dwarf's eyes are narrowed and he is making little effort to hide his displeasure, though he doesn't say anything, merely picking up his fork to rather violently stab a piece of meat which he begins to gnaw at, his eyes never leaving the ships mage's face.
While a rather uneasy silence briefly falls over the table, Captain Aundrey soon breaks the quiet by saying,'
"Now that we're all here, we can begin the meal in earnest and speak of pressing ships business.
However, before we do that, I would first like to raise a glass in memory of the young deckhand Nern who tragically lost his life yesterday. While it appears from all reports to have been the result of an unfortunate and random monster attack, it causes me genuine distress, as I'm sure that it does yourselves, that we've already lost one of our number. Though our work will be hard and dangerous in the extreme, I had hoped to delay our first casualty for as long as possible. Nevertheless, I'm sure that you will all join me in toasting the fallen sailor's memory. Needless to say, I've made funeral arrangements and sent condolences to the lad's mother on behalf of the ship and crew, in addition to providing a full months wages to his kin.
'As the Captain stands somberly in commemoration of Nern's memory, the senior and other junior officers present do likewise. Upon draining his glass, Aundrey stands for a moment in reflection, before sitting and continuing on with the ship's business,'
The incident yesterday during the training exercise gives rise to the next order of business, that being the heroics of three of our crew in destroying the foul undead that attacked our sailors and slew poor Nern. This, perhaps not surprisingly, is why you - Kaitlyn, Unawalyn and Vaken - are here with us right now. You have all proven yourselves quite proficient at defending yourselves and those who stand with you. This will be a critically useful attribute to have amongst our crew in the days, weeks and months ahead. Having discussed the matter with both senior officers, I am therefore of a mind to designate each of you a senior sailor, providing that there are no dissenting views among our other officers?
First Mate E'strue here working with the good Bosun Drannick has come up with a draft Crew Roster split evenly into two complements of nineteen souls each. Feel free to look them over and discuss any feedback you have now or later, with myself or the senior officers. Some of the duty designations are not entirely accurate, as I decided on a standard charter form, rather than include the many particular variations. For example, Vaken is formally our ships cook, but is listed as a deckhand and runner for the purpose of his role during an emergency.
We were already one sailor short after out initial hiring efforts in the Prancing Pirate, but following young Nern's death, we're now two sailors short of our desired forty crew total. However, as we have two more days before our scheduled departure for the Knuckles, I'm of the mind to keep looking for two suitable souls to fill our ranks. Needless to say, I expect the assistance of all my officers with this matter.
'E'strue pulls out the Ship's Charter and flips it open to a rear page, where her finger traces down a list of names and duties for all crew. The book is left open on the table for all present to peruse throughout the meal and meeting.'
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'Kay's greets Beril with a shy smile and then looks somewhat mortified as she is called out for her obvious feelings. Her heart flutters at the sound of Lorana's laugh, and she stands next to Beril swooning for a moment before she catches her meaning.' "Gatherin' coin...?" 'For a moment she remembers her own flight from Fireshear, tucked away between food and rum stores below the decks of the Kelpskipper, counting the grains in the wooden boxes, and the sharp smells of grain and meat slowly souring.' "Rare opportunity hm..."
'Kay's still puzzling over what Beril and Lorana might need to hurry to gather coin for when she hears Beril say "little time for dalliances" at which point her head starts to droop. Don't be selfish, Kay, these women have their livelihoods to look after, same as anyone. But Beril continues on, sparking that glimmer of hope in Kay's little heart. Finally, she looks back up at Beril and nods smiling a bit more boldly.'
"Then perhaps I can make a contribution, to speed you... meaning yourself and a'course herself to your purpose, whatsoever that may be..." 'Kay fishes out two gold coins from her belt pouch and hands one to Beril, and turns from her, making her way to the wagon to over pay for a mug of watered down ale from the woman she so desires.'
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"I had no doubt, Argrin. Once my designs are complete, I will show ye what I came up with. Well met, friend. I should go put my things away and get ready for supper this evening. The Captain requested us to be available for dinner, and as a young officer I don't want to be late." Virt puts out his hand for the Arg, "If ye have the time this evenin, maybe ye can show me more of Hurley?"
Virtoris makes his way away from his new friend and through the crew members on board the Shore Shark. Argrin was very excitable when it comes to crafting weapon systems, especially if they're going to hurt pirates. What a good friend to make! He thought to himself as he nods his head at the various crew members as he passes them by.
Getting to the officer's dining room was easy enough, and as he comes inside he sees that it is empty. He pours himself a glass of wine and pulls his notebook out and starts working on his designs some more. trying to remember how crank systems could be useful, he works on older designs from others and puts them in his book as well.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"Aye, i'll be here with Hurley or at one of the two ballistas doin' final checks and such. Captain's asked me to keep'em workin' as theys needs to... so that we can blast the darned pirates out of these durned water whens the darned time comes. An i've always time to speak 'bout anythin' to do with blastin' darned pirates!"
'Entering the officer lounge, Virt sees that the table has already been set for dinner, though there is no one else yet in the room. Plates, cutlery and tankards for ten have been set out. Though the room's lamps have been dimmed and little light enters from the watery nightscape visible through the window, the room is sufficiently lit by a half dozen silver candlesticks placed around the centre of the table. The shouts, cheers and sounds of sailors splashing down into the harbour's waters are somewhat muted in here, but still discernable.'
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'Kestrell, having organized the Navigation Room, Navigators tools, claimed his bed in the Shared Officers Quarters, and stopped for a brief chat with Nubrel, makes his way to the Officers Lounge. He sees Virt there.'
"Hello Virt! What do you think of this fine ship now that you've had a chance to explore it?"
'As if by some unknowable mutual agreement between all present, there comes a slight lull in the cacophany that has engulfed both the dock and the goodship Shore Shark. Into that relative quiet a new sound is born - the enthusiastic ringing of the large ships bell that hangs upon the quarterdeck not three feet from the mighty ships wheel. *CLANG-CLA-CLANG... CLANG-CLA-CLANG*. The bell's deep and undeniable tones reach out across the ship and beyond to the docks, demanding quiet and attention from those gathered, officers and crew in particular.
On the dock, one of the Shark's sail monkeys turns her longing gaze away from the wharf's end to see what the bell signals. Mid-ship near the port-rail, the giant ships cook pauses in the setting out of heaped platters of fresh bread and a large cauldron of steaming stew. At the ringing of the bell, the navigator comes out of the officers lounge door to see what is going on, while the ship's mage and quarter master emerge from the officers quarters to make enquiries as to the tolling. A sweat drenched and shirtless weapons master clambers up a rope ladder from the belly of the ships hold, a look hopeful of action and violence writ clear upon his creased face. Upon the forecastle, the ships mage and a gunner leave off their debate over the finer points of maritime engineering and weaponry and look back across the length of the ship to the distant quarterdeck. And, unseen by all below, looking down from on high inside the ships crows nest, a lone tatooed woman with her ridged and unbound arms crossed atop the nest's rail, takes note of the three figures who have climbed the quarterdeck's stairs.
Bosun Drannick lets go of the bell's rope-pull, shouting out across the suddenly quieted ship in a strong clear voice,'
"Ho there, fine crew of the fierce caravel Shore Shark. Can you HEAR me?
'The roar of cheers and cries in the affirmative ring out across the deck and nearby wharf, as muscled arms and callused fists are thrust into the air in answer.'
"Yes? GOOD! For ships officers don't like repeatin' themselves, and me less than most, so listen up and listen up good me hearties.
The Captain and First Mate are going to add some much needed clarity to those otherwise cloud-shrouded noggin's of yers, then I'm going to break down a few hard truths for ye all. Then ye can finish up yer drink and another one or two besides... then it's hammock time. Clear? GOOD!
'Captain Aundrey steps forward, his navy ships coat fluttering in the wind and a strong left hand at rest upon the adjacent ships wheel, as his articulate and educated words ring clear, if not as loud as those of the Bosun,'
"I've welcomed you all already, so now I say WELL MET goodmen and women of the Shore Shark! In two days time, we will sail this fine vessel for the first time together, putting our first nautical miles behind us in our journey to rid these fair waters of the pirate scum who have plagued these shores for far too many days and nights.
Our maiden voyage will be important, of course, but it will be only the first of many that we shall share together. We've gold enough in keeping to pay you all for your services this month, the next... and beyond. Though that gold is marked for true sailors only, men and women who prove both their loyalty and mettle out there upon the cold waters of the Trackless Sea.
As I will now meet with your officers to finalise the details of our first voyage, I pass now to the good First Mate E'strue, who I trust above all others and who speaks with MY voice! Heed her words well... and glory, gold and good conscience shall surely be yours, mine... OURS!
'Following the mention of gold and glory, reverberating cheers are thown the Captain's way as he descends the quarterdeck to enter the officers lounge. With a nod of agreement at her Captain's words, First Mate E'strue steps forward, back straight, head held high with her hands crossed behind the small of her back, speaking with the volume of the Bosun and the conviction of the Captain,'
"I'll not keep ye from the gentle closin' remarks of the eloquent Bosun here for too much longer, or from yer final drinks neither, but hear me out first, good crew of the Shore Shark. The generous Captain wants ye all well briefed so as to put yer wonderin' minds at rest. When we sail, we'll be sailin' on a two complement rotation, two rollin' eight hour shifts of a score of sailors each, a mixture of officers and general crew on both watches. While all crew are expected to follow officers orders and heave to into ANY task asked of ye, we'll be allocatin' primary duties to each of ye, along the lines of deckhands and runners, riggin' rats and sail monkeys, gunners and guards... as well as more specialised duties as needed.
As good Captain Aundrey just told ye, I'm his first, which should be easy 'nough to remember even for ye dreg-lickers, seein' as it's right there in the title FIRST Mate! The chain of command after the Captain and myself, falls to the Bosun and then yer other remainin' junior officers. See that ye heed our words well!
Ye all follow yer orders and use well yer acquired sailors knowledge and skills, and there'll be cheers on this deck for many days and nights to come... and fears n' tears out there on those rotting derelict hulks that the Shore's buccaneers call ships! Bosun Drannick, the quarterdeck is yours!"
'As E'strue leaves the deck to another roar of agreement from the assembled sailors, Bosun Drannick steps forward, though the dwarf's greybearded chin is just visible above the four-foot rail of the quarterdeck,'
"So now ye know when we're leavin' and have some idea as to yer likely roles aboard ship, it falls to me, yer dear old ships pa, to reita... to retiter.. to make clear a few house rules on this here vessel. And yeah, I know that some of this was mentioned this mornin' outside of the inn, but seein' as its our lives that'll likely depend on it one day, includin' yer own relatively worthless hides, I aim to be certain that yer all certain as well!
Despite our festive beginnin's, we're lawfully chartered privateers, NOT lawless bottom-feedin' bucaneers. If'n ye don't know the difference, LEARN IT! A big part of that difference is that we follow our own rules, in addition to abidin' by the laws of both land and sea, includin' and above all others... SHIPS JUSTICE!
Rule one - ye NEVER disobey or refuse to carry out orders... EVER! To do otherwise is to invite a charge of MUTINY, for which there is only one punishment...
Rule two - never bring, cause or otherwise invite harm upon the Shark or a fellow member of yer crew!
Rule three - work hard and provide honest labour, and ye'll reap the rewards of such!
Rule four - unless told otherwise, always obey the common laws of the Shore and whatever port we happen to be in! If'n yer unsure on what those are, ask an officer.
Beyond those four simple rules, there's a few other things that need 'splainin'. NO drunkeness will be tolerated while on duty or AT SEA PERIOD! Aye, every sailor is entitled to ONE mug of ale or cider a day with their meal upon end of shift, but we'll have NO useless hands on that ship when they're called to action... which could happen at any time should some pirate scum have the misfortune of crossin' our paths. Ye will save your hard drinkin' for when yer granted shore leave or told otherwise.
An' while I'm neither deaf nor blind to the antics likely to happen, or already happenin' , below decks in yer hammocks, crew-to-crew relations are to be kept discreet and out-of-sight of the general ships business. The Captain, First Mate and meself will brook no distractions, stary-eyed or otherwise, while we're about our work on those waves out there. Mores to the point, I've had a chin wag with the good Captain and he's agreed in his infinite wisdom that there'll be NO relations between crew and ANY officer of this ship. We'd hate for any of y'all to think that ye weren't just as important to any of us as the next corpse-in-waitin' beside ye!
The punishment for lawlessness or other infactions WILL fit the crime, rangin' from the dockin' of pay, to a public floggin', to time in the brig, to losin' yer job, to bein' hung from a yard arm... should such be necessary! Be warned! Upon this deck and upon those waves, yer Captain and his senior officers will be ye judges, jury and executioners, as required. Yer all startin' to catch me drift, I'm hopin'!
Now finish up yer drinkin' and gamblin' so that ye can get some sleep. While we're not sailin' tomorrow, ye will all be given plenty to do, so don't think ye'll be lazin' about in yer hammocks till noon. Those days are over... but oh, the days we have AHEAD!
All officers now to the officers lounge if ye would be so kind."
'The cheers to the Bosun's concluding remarks are the least enthusiastic of the night, but sailors all around can be seen nodding their heads in seeming agreement to the words spoken by all three officers. Shouts go out for final drinks, while card and dice games begin to wrap up. Unne's hulking form and the comparitively tiny back of the halfling quartermaster can be seen dissapearing into the officers lounge.
As Kay begins to drift once more amongst the now declining revelry on the wharf, as Vaken finishes setting up the very first evening meal for the Shark's crew and as Una returns to the deck of the ship to eat, each is approached by the bald-headed Lionel, who simply says,'
"Message from the Captain - your presence is requested in the officers lounge... now."
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A’ro just relaxed staring off into the distance, losing himself in memories and drink. It wasn’t until he heard the bell that he turned around to stare at the spectacle of the Captain and First Mate addressing the crowd of sailors. He just smiled and listened carefully to what the Captain had to say. Even though the man came off as a novice Captain he seemed to care about these people in some fashion which was good.
When the Captain began to descend into the Officers Lounge he took that as his cue to make his way down there. He just weaved his way through the crowd as the laying down the rules continued to occur. By the time the dwarf ha finished his speech he found himself at the entrance and began to descend the stairs. As he walked to the table he nodded to the Captain and stood behind a seat
“Evening Capt’in – How have the festivities treated ya?”
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'When A'ro enters, Captain Aundrey is seated at the head of the captains table, his navy blue coat removed and hanging from a nearby cloak peg. The man is wearing a plain, but clean, white shirt, with a thin chain hanging about his neck and silver cuff links at his wrists. Daegrin and Unne are sitting one seat either side of the captain, the former perusing a sheaf of papers, the latter looking unhappily at his empty plate.
The captain's head of blond curls and rudimentary russet gold beard lift at the genasi's entrance and words, the young captain waves at the chair before you,'
"I am well, thank you Master of Sails, though to be honest, I've had little time to celebrate today, or indeed since leaving Luskan. Building a crew and preparing for a voyage, especially a maiden voyage, takes some work, I can assure you of that. Especially with some of the incidents we've had to deal with recently, though I suppose that a good captain would anticipate such difficulties.
Please, take a seat, A'ro. The others should not be long."
'The Captain indicates that A'ro may take any vacant seat apart from the ones either side of him at the head of the table OR one of the three at the foot of the table.'
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Vaken thanks Lionel and immediately heads to the officers lounge wondering if he'd already done something wrong.
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'Kay looks at the others gathered around her for a few long seconds before she freezes, her orange eyes wide, finally realizing that Lionel is speaking to her. She points at herself.' "Me?"
'Like Vaken, her mind immediately goes to what she may have done wrong. Will they chastise me further for the death of Gaut? Bosun Drannick did say that we're not to hurt other crew. No... they already docked my pay... for life! If not that then what? For not being able to save the moon faced boy during crossbow training? Surely not for making eyes at sweet Lorana... Perhaps someone caught me talking to someone I should not have been... that woman by the edge of the pier? She suddenly realizes that Lionel is staring at her, either waiting expectantly or growing angrier, she cannot tell.' "Eep... yes uh... sir!" "She says, running up the gangplank and snagging a loaf of bread before she runs to the Officer's lounge."
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'As Vaken enters the officers lounge, still wearing his large flour-stained cooks apron and smelling of beef and mutton, the Captain smiles and indicates that the goliath should take one of the three chairs at the end of the table. Perhaps noting the worried look on Vaken's face, Aundrey says,'
"Worry not, ships cook Vaken. This summons is not regarding tonights efforts in the galley... which I am already hearing good things about, by the way. Quarter Master Daegrin was telling me only moments ago that you have some additional stores requests - is that so?"
'Unne, who has been sitting two seats to the Captain's left, says without preamble,'
"We gunna talk or eat first?"
'The Northman's tone leaves little doubt as to which of these he would prefer.'
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Hearing his title "ships cook" spoken aloud by the captain made Vaken grin. He really liked how that sounded.
"Yes sir, captain. I asked Mr. Daegrin to fill out the spice racks, so to speak. When all our stores are fresh, it's not matter. But as time passes some of our stocks are going to affected by time. I'd like to be able to hide that from the crew. Additionally, it gives me more room for variety in what I fix." Then, as an afterthought he adds, "I also asked for a little milk to serve with the officers breakfasts over the next two days while we're in port. I know it won't stay good for long, but I figure while we're in port it'd be a nice addition for you and the officers."
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'Kay enters the officers lounge in a rush, pulling up short as the heads of the captain, three other officers and the cook Vaken all swing around at her entry. Captain Aundrey smiles, indicates one of the three chairs opposite his, and says in his usually freindly voice,'
"Welcome sailor Kay. As you seem in a rush, let me assure you that you are not late. Please, take a seat. I dare not keep a warrior of your skill and ferocity unduely standing, at least so I'm told by one who is good judge of such. It would appear that defending yourself against bullies and thugs is not all you are capable of."
'Aundrey looks to his left, where the hungry looking visage of Unne shifts from the cook Vaken to the young womans face. Unne *grunts* more than says anything in response, though the surly warrior does nod to confirm the captain's words.'
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'The captain nods his head at Vaken's reasoning regarding the herbs and spices, while seeming a little surprised by the request for milk, replies with a smile,'
"Well, the first part of your request seems perfectly reasonable, so I approve the purchase of additional herbs and spices. Daegrin, please make a note.
And while I haven't had milk with my breakfast since I was a young lad, I am partial to a mug of coffee in the morning and at night, and always did prefer it with cream and sugar. I will also approve this request... so long as you make enquiries about securing a stock of coffee beans as well."
'At this point you all begin to hear a slowly building *thumping* sound which you soon realise is coming from the disgruntled looking weapons master. Casting a wry smile Unne's way, Aundrey says,'
"Perhaps you'd best bring out tonight's offerings Vaken, so that we can chat while we begin our first meal together, though I'll personally wait for the First Mate, Bosun and others to arrive before partaking."
'The *thumping* sound stops as Unne leans back with a seemingly appeased look upon his blunt face. The large man's chair creaks with the redistribution of his weight, though it holds its integrity for the moment.'
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'Kay relaxes visibly when the Captain tells her that she is not late, then stiffens when he calls her a warrior. She looks between the Captain Aundrey and the large Weaponsmaster dumbfounded, and all she manages is a,' "Uh... right..." 'then, realizing whom she's speaking to, she tries what she thinks might be a proper salute and says,' "er... yes sir... uh... sirs!" 'before taking her seat near Vaken, patting him on the shoulder and flashing him a shy smile.'
'Seeing Unne's hungry look, Kay does her best to stealthily hand him her loaf of bread under the table, while pretending to look at some detail in the corner of the room.'
'Once the loaf of bread leaves her hand she feigns a meek cough, pretending to clear her throat, then starts to stand.' "Um... mayhap the cook needs assistance d...delivering the officers' fare for the evening? I... shall I?"
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Look at the large Unne, Vaken nodded his head, "Yes sir captain. I'll get the food right away." The goliath quickly rose from his seat and left the room. In less than a few minutes he was back with a tray full of so much food that most folks probably wouldn't have been able to carry it. With a glance at Unne, Vaken started placing all the dishes on the table. Soon the table was set. Salted meat with pease porridge accompanied and more bread. On his second trip to the galley and back Vaken brought wine for the officers and beer for the rest.
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'Kestrell's eyes light up at the tray full of food.'
"Vaken, you appear to have outdone yourself! I look forward to many a meal at sea, if they are all going to be like this."
'Kestrell takes a sip of his wine, but waits for the captain to start eating.'
'The loaf of bread is yanked from Kay's hand with the quickness and savagery of a starving bear's jaws. The sail mokney looks back at the nearby weapons master just in time to see a full half the loaf dissapear beneath the giant man's thick walrus-like mustache, though he nods slightly in thanks in Kay's direction as he munches the food down with little-to-no chewing, his too-big eyes never leaving the rogue's face, even as his iron hook reaches up to push the rest of the impaled bread loaf into his maw.
Lost in the somewhat terrifying sight, Kay fails to notice Vaken's departure to bring in the night's meal.'
'Captain Aundrey merely nods as Vaken leaves to retrieve the officers meal from the galley below. Returning to the open deck, the goliath is pleased to see individuals and groups of sailors across the deck chowing down on his very first crew meal. Taking the lack of complaints as a ringing endorsement, Vaken heads below deck where he is met outside the galley's entrance by Lionel. The plain faced sailore offers to assist Vaken with carrying the meal above and between the two of them easily do so.
As Lionel departs the officers quarters with a respectful nod to the Captain, Unne is already finishing off his first tankard of beer, eschewing the wine to reach across and take the drink that Vaken had placed beside his own plate. Following a *BuuurrrrRRRPPPP* that causes Daegrin to stare daggers his way, Unne begins to hoe into the first of his many helpings.
True to his word, the captain leaves his meal untouched for the moment. The quartermaster likewise seems disinclined to eat... at least not while Unne is devouring his own meal. However, both the Aundrey and Daegrin comment on the rich and enticing aromas that are fast filling the officers lounge,'
"Well, well, Vaken, I must say that this looks delicious and smells heavenly. Every bit as good as my matron Beverley used to make back at home. I think that we may have picked up a bargain in freeing you from the employ of the wretch Vergil."
"Mmm, it does smell good, big fella! Why, if it wasn't for that disgusting big lump right THERE then I'd probably be laying in to this wonderful looking spread myself!"
'Most eyes at the table seem to gravitate towards the large ravenous Northman who, having already finished his first serving, is busy relocating as much of the food as he can onto his plate.'
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A’ro just nods as he takes his seat and smiled – he would point out that the man had gotten the two blue officers mixed up. He just waits as other people begin to show up and smiles, waving at Kay. As the cook shows up he just nods – it was interesting to see that the Captain had invited some others from the ship. His curiosity was peaked and he kept quiet listening.
As the food was brought out A’ro just smiled as he smelled it – the ship really had lucked out. Although the northmans eating seemed to steer others away from eating, A’ro couldn’t help but consume his food. Taking a moment after a couple of bites to look at the cook “Very good mate.”
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Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
'Barely pausing as he swallows a large chunk of meat almost whole, the weapons master nods hearty agreement at A'ro's compliment towards the cook. Small bits of meat fall fleeing from the Northman's maw as he says,'
"Mmm... YAH!...mmm...good...it is, yah...mmm...pass the gravy...mmm...MORE!"
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
'The sounds of light conversation and heavy eating continue for a few minutes, before the lounge door opens once again, this time to admit the first mate, bosun and ships lookout, Una. Captain Aundrey smiles and nods at all three, before welcoming the half-elf and directing her towards the remaining chair besides Kay and Vaken. First Mate E'strue moves to the chair on the captain's right, smiling a somewhat weary smile to everyone gathered before sitting down with an exagerated sigh,'
"Ahh, it feels good to take a load off, it surely does. Well I don't know about the lot ye, but I'm starvin'! What's for dinner?"
'Bosun Drannick moves slowly to sit on the captain's left, though he pauses before sitting down, rather formerly asking the Captain's leave to be seated. The Bosun has a distinctly unhappy look on his face... which he turns directly towards Virt. The dwarf's eyes are narrowed and he is making little effort to hide his displeasure, though he doesn't say anything, merely picking up his fork to rather violently stab a piece of meat which he begins to gnaw at, his eyes never leaving the ships mage's face.
While a rather uneasy silence briefly falls over the table, Captain Aundrey soon breaks the quiet by saying,'
"Now that we're all here, we can begin the meal in earnest and speak of pressing ships business.
However, before we do that, I would first like to raise a glass in memory of the young deckhand Nern who tragically lost his life yesterday. While it appears from all reports to have been the result of an unfortunate and random monster attack, it causes me genuine distress, as I'm sure that it does yourselves, that we've already lost one of our number. Though our work will be hard and dangerous in the extreme, I had hoped to delay our first casualty for as long as possible. Nevertheless, I'm sure that you will all join me in toasting the fallen sailor's memory. Needless to say, I've made funeral arrangements and sent condolences to the lad's mother on behalf of the ship and crew, in addition to providing a full months wages to his kin.
'As the Captain stands somberly in commemoration of Nern's memory, the senior and other junior officers present do likewise. Upon draining his glass, Aundrey stands for a moment in reflection, before sitting and continuing on with the ship's business,'
The incident yesterday during the training exercise gives rise to the next order of business, that being the heroics of three of our crew in destroying the foul undead that attacked our sailors and slew poor Nern. This, perhaps not surprisingly, is why you - Kaitlyn, Unawalyn and Vaken - are here with us right now. You have all proven yourselves quite proficient at defending yourselves and those who stand with you. This will be a critically useful attribute to have amongst our crew in the days, weeks and months ahead. Having discussed the matter with both senior officers, I am therefore of a mind to designate each of you a senior sailor, providing that there are no dissenting views among our other officers?
First Mate E'strue here working with the good Bosun Drannick has come up with a draft Crew Roster split evenly into two complements of nineteen souls each. Feel free to look them over and discuss any feedback you have now or later, with myself or the senior officers. Some of the duty designations are not entirely accurate, as I decided on a standard charter form, rather than include the many particular variations. For example, Vaken is formally our ships cook, but is listed as a deckhand and runner for the purpose of his role during an emergency.
We were already one sailor short after out initial hiring efforts in the Prancing Pirate, but following young Nern's death, we're now two sailors short of our desired forty crew total. However, as we have two more days before our scheduled departure for the Knuckles, I'm of the mind to keep looking for two suitable souls to fill our ranks. Needless to say, I expect the assistance of all my officers with this matter.
'E'strue pulls out the Ship's Charter and flips it open to a rear page, where her finger traces down a list of names and duties for all crew. The book is left open on the table for all present to peruse throughout the meal and meeting.'
Crew Complement 1:
Officers (4): Captain Aundrey, Bosun Drannick, Pilot/Weapons Master Unne, Quarter Master Daegrin
Rigging Rats and Sail Monkeys (4): Petey, Ol' Jart, Calipso and Zaretta
Gunners and Guards (5): Yunst, Elgreene, Sholt, Glute and Balinor
Deckhands and Runners (6): Lionel, Lennox, Basha, Hendel, Theme and Yentil
Crew Complement 2:
Officers (4): First Mate E'strue, Navigator Kestrell, Master of Sail A'ro, Ships Mage Virtoris
Rigging Rats and Sail Monkeys (4): Kaitlyn, Unawalyn, Freya and Fillian
Gunners and Guards (5): Herzhay, Enzio, Argrin, Nibs and Druhut
Deckhands and Runners (6): Vaken, Nubrel, Ka'tuarhut, Genzi, Darrow and Aezil
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