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genessia2019-06-24 10:51 am
om_nom_namur) wrote in genessia2019-06-24 10:51 am
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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The war will never really end. Not until the World Government is toppled and corruption ends. So Ace just nods, and goes on to the unpleasant conversation of how little available piracy options are here in Genessia.]
We both are. My brothers here too, and they're doing whatever they can to get by. We're still a crew, still brothers in arms, but it's just in bond and sentiment now. Piracy is over for us here. It's just impossible, no matter how badly I want it. I could try what Pops did, grab up some territory to protect and go on with piracy on land to keep it safe and funded, but it's not like it'll be the same. This is the closest I've been to the ocean since I died, and it feels like a dream, but it's just a fantasy. That's part of why I want this to go so well, it's something that makes me feel like I used to. Like that life never ended. [Ace laughs, softly.] Kinda a last hurrah to the seas.
[Ace is so used to talk of his death at this point that it's become something casual in a way for him. He still wakes up with nightmares if he sleeps alone, still panics at the smell of burnt meat, still struggles from time to time. But when it comes down to it, he died. Everyone dies someday. And few get the chance to come back from that.
Bastien's cheerfulness brings up a real and happy smile to Ace's face. This is another thing that he missed from back home, the comradeship that comes from having a team of leaders in a crew too massive to run smoothly with anything less than divisions each with their own commander. A pirate fleet, Pops really went all out and impressed. And this feels a little more now like how it did back then. All of the division commanders shared responsibility, and pulled together to run the ships like well oiled machines.] Yeah! I wanna see how good the dreaded Devilfish is. Between the two of us, we'll keep this mess of a crew in order.
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[ Bastien can't help but frown quite a bit. If he can't be a pirate, then what will he do? Yes, his father quit the his life of looting and raiding for a much nobler calling but still, Bastien is without much options. He doesn't particularly enjoy bounty hunting because of the dangers involved but it certainly does pay rather well. Maybe he could start there and then figure out something else afterwards? That seems like the case here. ]
The last hurrah. [ Try as he might not to feel sorry for Ace, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt. ] No, no. This isn't last for it for ya. I refuse to believe that. Besides you have more life in ya than half of the lumbering idiots ashore.
This isn't the end, not yet.
[ His mood shifts back to cheery soon enough. If there's one thing about Bastien, his mood changes just as quickly as the wind itself. ]
Ah, I'll give you somethin' to be proud of, that's for certain! I worked on my father's ship for half my life and he spared me no quarter. I had to work my way up in life. My old man didn't allow me to ride his coattails.
[ He had to make a name for himself all on his own without Goldbeard's help. ]
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He just doesn't know how
He's already paid for his bloodline sins. He's come back from the grave to a world that doesn't have the World Government here trying to hunt him down like a dog. If nothing else, maybe the spirit of piracy is alive here in a way that wasn't possible back home, he just needs to find a way to reach that again after today.
Finding out that Bastien spent half his life in this work is impressive. And kind of amazing to Ace.]
You've got a lot more experience than I do, then. I became a pirate at seventeen. [A life in piracy doesn't promise skills or talent, but Ace knows from his time on the Moby Dick that the older pirates as a rule really knew what they were doing. And he hopes to see some of those years of skills reflected in Bastien's work.
Ace gets himself another very long drink of rum, and gets to his feet.] So what's the plan first? I don't wanna step on your toes while we're working.