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I WANT YOU TO JOIN ME IN A MYSTERY RESCUE MISSION!
[Sometime around mid-month, a text message goes out to the general public.]
WANTED
Adventurers strong enough to brave the high seas
Doctors, healers, and those inclined to render aid to the suffering
A worthy crew
Explorers
Those inclined to solve mysteries
Interested Parties Report to The Maelstrom at Fayren Harbor
Anchor Weighs at Dawn June 20
*~*~*~*
[Dawn at the Docks - June 20]
[In spite of the early hour, Fayren Harbor is bustling with activity as the darkness thins. Fishermen who've been out all night rush to bring their fresh catch to the market, while others who will be out all day race to be the first out to sea, and first to the best fishing spots. At the far end of the harbor an enormous clipper towers above the everyday ships, drawing a crowd of gawpers who, after being yelled at a few times by the workers hurriedly trying to load her, have the decency to stand back and let those who look to be on official business move freely. At the top of the gangplank a man with a clipboard hurriedly checks lists and directs those bringing cargo aboard, while an oversized, burly man with blue skin and shark features watches, balancing in a crouch on top of the rail. Though he isn't saying much, there's an air of authority about him. For any wishing to enlist, the fishman would seem a good person to talk to.]
[Fair Winds - June 20-21]
[When the supplies for the expedition are loaded and the tide is nearing its peak, Namur hollers for all hands to gather on deck for a quick briefing, the sun beginning to crest the horizon and make the sails glow as he speaks.]
A'ight y'all, thank y' for answerin' the call t' come an' help. We got a whole colony a folks that's gone missin', an' I ain't gonna lie, I ain't got any idea what we's gonna be in for once we reach the island. No one's been able t' get there since they gone, or at the very least ain't no one bothered comin' back, an' folks is worried they mighta met a dreadful end if y' catch my drift. This voyage's gonna be dangerous, but I know we's up t' the challenge. Whatever quarrels y' got with each other, leave 'em on these shores, cuz from now on 'til we make it back we's all on the same team, workin' for the same goal. Watch each other's back, keep each other safe. If we do that, there ain't nothin' that's gonna keep us from hittin' our target.
When we get there, there might be folk that's sick, or maybe they don't want us botherin' 'em, or maybe somethin's already botherin' 'em an' they'll need our help gettin' rid a the pest. We done our best t' have somethin' ready for everthin' we could think of, but that don't mean we thought a everthin', so look sharp an' keep yer wits 'boutcha! Any kinda weird shit make sure t' report it t' somebody, preferably me or one a my kin. Enchantments an' curses ain't outta the question here, so if y' see somethin' strange, say somethin'. Easy as that.
Meantime, I 'xpect all them that knows their knots t' make theirselves useful gettin' this ol' girl t' run. The rest a y's gonna make yerselves useful in the galley, keepin' shit clean, an' learnin' the ropes. Don't wanna hear no bitchin' 'bout chores, we's all gonna be doin' 'em, so don't even start! Don't be stealin' each other's shit, an' definitely don't be showin' yerself for a shitty traitor. Them's the rules! Don't like 'em, get yer ass off the ship!
All that said now, let's get this baby out t' sea 'fore we lose our tide!
[There's plenty to do, both in getting the Maelstrom away, and in keeping her plunging dauntless through the open waters. Keeping sails trim, keeping the decks clean, keeping the crew fed. And plenty of opportunities to get to know the other members of the crew a little better. Namur will encourage those that don't know how to sail to learn from someone who does. It'd be a shame if all the experienced sailors became incapacitated without passing on at least the basics.]
[The Storm - June 22]
[There'd been some good cloud cover the day they set out from Fayren, enough to mottle the sea with sun and shade and provide a strong wind to speed their rescue mission. But the further from shore they ventured, the thicker the clouds became, and soon the experienced sailors would likely find themselves watching the sky with trepidation. Distant thunder rolls over the waves, until suddenly and without warning the wind abruptly shifts direction, and the distant storm bears down on the clipper with astonishing ferocity. Namur screams to be heard above the wind whistling through the shrouds.]
ALL HANDS ON DECK! GET YER ASSES TIED T' THE SHIP AN' GET THEM SAILS STOWED NOW! THIS AIN'T A JOKE OR REQUEST!
[Dawn at the Docks - June 20]
[In spite of the early hour, Fayren Harbor is bustling with activity as the darkness thins. Fishermen who've been out all night rush to bring their fresh catch to the market, while others who will be out all day race to be the first out to sea, and first to the best fishing spots. At the far end of the harbor an enormous clipper towers above the everyday ships, drawing a crowd of gawpers who, after being yelled at a few times by the workers hurriedly trying to load her, have the decency to stand back and let those who look to be on official business move freely. At the top of the gangplank a man with a clipboard hurriedly checks lists and directs those bringing cargo aboard, while an oversized, burly man with blue skin and shark features watches, balancing in a crouch on top of the rail. Though he isn't saying much, there's an air of authority about him. For any wishing to enlist, the fishman would seem a good person to talk to.]
[Fair Winds - June 20-21]
[When the supplies for the expedition are loaded and the tide is nearing its peak, Namur hollers for all hands to gather on deck for a quick briefing, the sun beginning to crest the horizon and make the sails glow as he speaks.]
A'ight y'all, thank y' for answerin' the call t' come an' help. We got a whole colony a folks that's gone missin', an' I ain't gonna lie, I ain't got any idea what we's gonna be in for once we reach the island. No one's been able t' get there since they gone, or at the very least ain't no one bothered comin' back, an' folks is worried they mighta met a dreadful end if y' catch my drift. This voyage's gonna be dangerous, but I know we's up t' the challenge. Whatever quarrels y' got with each other, leave 'em on these shores, cuz from now on 'til we make it back we's all on the same team, workin' for the same goal. Watch each other's back, keep each other safe. If we do that, there ain't nothin' that's gonna keep us from hittin' our target.
When we get there, there might be folk that's sick, or maybe they don't want us botherin' 'em, or maybe somethin's already botherin' 'em an' they'll need our help gettin' rid a the pest. We done our best t' have somethin' ready for everthin' we could think of, but that don't mean we thought a everthin', so look sharp an' keep yer wits 'boutcha! Any kinda weird shit make sure t' report it t' somebody, preferably me or one a my kin. Enchantments an' curses ain't outta the question here, so if y' see somethin' strange, say somethin'. Easy as that.
Meantime, I 'xpect all them that knows their knots t' make theirselves useful gettin' this ol' girl t' run. The rest a y's gonna make yerselves useful in the galley, keepin' shit clean, an' learnin' the ropes. Don't wanna hear no bitchin' 'bout chores, we's all gonna be doin' 'em, so don't even start! Don't be stealin' each other's shit, an' definitely don't be showin' yerself for a shitty traitor. Them's the rules! Don't like 'em, get yer ass off the ship!
All that said now, let's get this baby out t' sea 'fore we lose our tide!
[There's plenty to do, both in getting the Maelstrom away, and in keeping her plunging dauntless through the open waters. Keeping sails trim, keeping the decks clean, keeping the crew fed. And plenty of opportunities to get to know the other members of the crew a little better. Namur will encourage those that don't know how to sail to learn from someone who does. It'd be a shame if all the experienced sailors became incapacitated without passing on at least the basics.]
[The Storm - June 22]
[There'd been some good cloud cover the day they set out from Fayren, enough to mottle the sea with sun and shade and provide a strong wind to speed their rescue mission. But the further from shore they ventured, the thicker the clouds became, and soon the experienced sailors would likely find themselves watching the sky with trepidation. Distant thunder rolls over the waves, until suddenly and without warning the wind abruptly shifts direction, and the distant storm bears down on the clipper with astonishing ferocity. Namur screams to be heard above the wind whistling through the shrouds.]
ALL HANDS ON DECK! GET YER ASSES TIED T' THE SHIP AN' GET THEM SAILS STOWED NOW! THIS AIN'T A JOKE OR REQUEST!
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I said quit it! [He huffs once the silly bloke creates a small fiery ember within the palm of his hand. While Bastien does admit it's a rather neat trick, he's not particularly fond of this kind of sorcery.] Hopefully you'll burn your dainty little palms off first before you ignite the entire ship, fire-crotch.
[Yes, Blondie. You've just received another nickname and this one is cruder than the last one.]
Eh? So a bunch of loonies sailing the seven seas with mystical powers and the likes?
[Bastien chuckles a little.]
Sounds like the merry gang upon this very ship.
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Fire can't hurt me. I won't be burning my palms off any time soon. [Or ever. But the nickname he's given now is something that makes him frown and sigh. That's not really funny, in his eyes.]
Oh, come on. I didn't hurt you, don't call me something like that. [Honestly, that's just rude.]
The Yonko have incredible powers. But some on this ship do, too, so -- perhaps you have a point. [He's pondering a nickname for Bastien now, as evidenced by his furrowed brow.]
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[Or rather "play nice enough". Bastien can be a real bastard at times but he's getting used to some of the unsavory blokes here.]
But I take it that the Yonko use their powers for nefarious means? [He questions curiously.] Meaning those blokes like to rule by fear and tyranny.
[Much like the British navy and the notorious East India Company. His mood darkens a little.]
Certainly would explain why some youth would seek them out to defeat them.
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The talk about tyranny does make him speak again, though, as it's -- a hot topic for him.]
To a point. [His expression probably shows how he feels; he's frowning, his brows furrowed slightly.] Let's just say I'm not the biggest fan of tyrannical rulers. [He doesn't want to go on about his life story, though, if possible.]
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[ He loses his train of thought immediately once Sabo brings up that bit regarding tyrannical rulers. ]
Trust me, the feeling is mutual. My world is full of tyrannical monarchs, slavers and worse. Being here in this oddity of a world is actually quite refreshing.
[ He's just grateful he doesn't have anyone trying to send him to the gallows for once. ]
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[Going to leave it at that!]
Really? You and I have something in common, then. [He'll look over the other man once before saying something else.] Shame your fashion sense isn't as on point as mine is, though.
[Sabo can't help but prop his chin with a gloved hand as he smirks, deciding that he's come up with a good idea.]
How about this. When we're done with this voyage, how about we check out a clothes shop? Might be fun.
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[He glances down at his bland beige linen shirt and shrugs.]
It's difficult to be fashionable upon the high seas, matey.
[Those dark brown eyes light up with glee at the thought of them shopping together. Bastien barely has the money for it but he's been wanting to grab some new clothes for awhile now.]
Really?! You mean it?
[There's no stopping the dopey grin stretching across his lips. He's absolutely ecstatic.]
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Sure! [He can see the excitement shining in those eyes, and that alone makes his smile widen.] I always mean what I say. Though -- I will admit that I'm not doing great on funds right now. Haven't been here long enough to have started a proper job, so -- I can't necessarily buy anything pricey. But I'm definitely able to pick out some outfits I think you'd look great in.
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[He can't help but chuckle about their near empty pockets. While piracy has been his profession of choice for the last for years, Bastien knows he's skilled enough to land an honest job. It's just a matter or whether or not he feels up for the task. Bastien is surprisingly for a pirate hailing from the Golden Age. He has Madam Ching to thank for that. She paid for his schooling after all.]
I'll let you pick out the clothes then. Knowing me, I'll just end up with something as bland as this shirt.
[He's not even kidding, Sabo. Don't let him pick out anything. Bad taste runs in his blood.]
But this is much appreciated! Maybe then people will take me seriously. I've been gettin' tired of people turnin' up their noses at me.
[Bastien huffs.]
I'm Captain Bastien Courbis, after all, the dreaded Devilish himself. People ought to be looking up to me!
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You can't possibly be that bad at picking out clothes. I assumed you dressed like this because you have no money. [Perhaps he was just giving him benefit of the doubt.]
Don't expect people to look up to you just because you want them to. [He blinks and then nods.] Give them a reason. I'm not just talking about dressing well, either.
[OOC: I went ahead an made a log for the shopping trip!]
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I'll find me some honest work and make a livin' if I must. Piracy doesn't seem to garner much accordin' to Portgas.
[He's a little dismayed about that fact but nevertheless, life on the high seas nearly gotten him killed. Maybe Bastien is long overdue for a break or something. He certainly can't be a pirate forever, can he?]
It's a little bit of both, Blondie. [The captain admits with a chuckle.] But I bet once I acquire me some riches, I'll look just as handsome as any king.
[He chuckles dismissively.]
Of course, of course. A good captain needs to inspire their crew, yes? So, I need to be inspirational! Not just good lookin'.
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No, it doesn't. Especially not in a place like this. It'd be far better to have an honest job of some sort.
[He'll place his hand to his chin again, narrowing his eyes as if he's really inspecting how the other man looks.]
Mm, possibly. But if I have to be honest, I don't think it'd take too much for you to be handsome. As handsome as a king, though? Well -- there are many different kings out there. Some attractive, some hideous. Depends on which king you're aspiring to be.