Namur (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
om_nom_namur) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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!
no subject
[With an easy grin.]
On the subject of sailing though, what do we expect weather wise? It can't always be this nice, and I have no idea how a ship deals with storms other than getting wrecked.
no subject
[He's really not complaining. He loves Genessia. There's not a better place to spend an afterlife in his opinion.]
There's a chance of rough weather no matter what predictions or the skies say. It's best to be prepared and ready to adapt in the worst situation. You need to make sure you're safe, staying onboard is a big issue. Tie yourself with a rope. We're on a big, really heavy ship. So the risk of broaching isn't really that big. The sails'll need to be stowed though if it happens. And then we'd just ride it out. But it's not really that likely that we'll run into a storm that bad. [Ace shrugs.] Better safe than sorry though. Especially for those of us that can't swim.
no subject
[How did that work? Seriously?]
No, I...know what you mean. It's hard not to get comfortable, and remember this isn't supposed to be home.
[Not for everyone, anyways. As much as Trunks and Mai liked it here, they didn't have certain faces and loved ones they missed here. Not that they were guaranteed where they had been headed, but Whis had seemed certain...]
My staying safe isn't going to be an issue, even if I'm overboard, unless I'm knocked out. It takes a lot to knock me out.
[A hint of a shy smile, as it sounded like bragging but Trunks meant that as a fact.]
Mostly because not only can I swim well, but I can fly, and am used to really harsh conditions. For fights and for training.
no subject
[Telepathic powers and radio waves, they were cool animals.]
Good for you. Use that strength to keep others safe if there's a real threat. That's the responsibility of the strong and capable on a ship.
no subject
That's part of why I'm here. It's not just on a ship, as far as I'm concerned.
[The smile is slightly bittersweet, but also genuine.]
I'm used to being a protector, and very used to putting myself between others and danger.
no subject
Yeah. If the weak aren't protected, they get crushed. So those with power have to make a choice as to what side they're gonna stand on.
[It's bitterly funny. Ace is a pirate. He's stolen, fought, and absolutely killed, but his morality is strong none the less. He won't harm the innocent, those who get caught up in the mechanisms of the cruel. And here in Genessia, where his blood alone isn't a death sentence, he can be a better person than what his home world allowed him to be.]
no subject
Ace, you and I are going to get along well.
no subject
I think we are. You might get along with my brother too. Sabo's onboard, he's someone who feels the same way we do.
no subject
Sabo...
[Trunks blinks, head tilting as it takes him a moment.]
Blond hair? Scar over his left eye? I met him earlier.
no subject
Yeah, that's him! He's a good guy, really strong and reliable. So if you end up needing something he's definitely worth talking to.