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NotFishing

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Bosun Groshub

Hm. Two crewmates, under his command. Who to pick. Who to pick. The goblin twitched slightly as he surveyed the candidates.

Havoc had already chosen two of the best ones. Didn't even bother to coordinate with Groshub first. And other crewmates had already been given jobs by the captain. That left three.

The stunty. Everyone knew stunties could not be trusted. They were greedy, and lashed out over any perceived slight. Prejudiced, too - Groshub had taken note of how the stunty had looked at him when he first boarded the ship. They weren't good seamen either - always preferring to be underground or in the mountains. No, this would not do.

The healer. Didn't know what she was in for. Young. Inexperienced. Could she even fight? Unlikely. Had she even been outside the port they found her in? Who knew. But a trial by fire might be good for her.

Then there was the elf-child, even younger than the healer. Told tall tales that were unlikely for someone who looked her age. But if they were true, then perhaps she was more useful than she appeared. Both the elf-child and the healer were wildcards, but were better than the inevitable betrayal that would occur if he put himself in a boat with the stunty.

Groshub attempted to whistle, but instead ended up blowing noiselessly under his face mask. "Girlies!!" he shouted, gesturing at Annie then Mercy. "You're wiv me!" He struck a heroic pose; the opening of his armpits making his odour slightly more potent. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

05-Nov-2020 23:21:19 - Last edited on 05-Nov-2020 23:26:55 by NotFishing

George Rozas

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With the votes cast it was decided to make for the shoals. Even if the choice had been fair Hraldmir couldn't say he was pleased about it, the risks posed by the shallows as bad as, if not worse than, those of facing their pursuers. Still, it was done and all he could do was ready himself for what dangers were likely to come once they reached their destination.

The dwarf eventually retired to his bunk when the sky had grown dark for some hours, rising early with the first glimpses of sunrise through the porthole - as he was used to. The swaying of the ship did little to perturb him, only coming as a reminder that he had finally found a vessel willing to take him where he sought to go. Gearing himself Hraldmir spent an hour checking over the reinforcements he'd made the day before, testing the planks and checking for any early signs of wear - returning above deck satisfied all was as it could be with what there was on hand.

For the rest of the morning and leading into the afternoon he went on to find tasks for himself, familiarizing himself further with the workings of the Banshee - checking the rigging, tying ropes and watching the horizon for their hunters. Whispers came to him as they always did, catching his ear with both nonsense and wisdom - eyes sometimes trailing things that were not there as lesser spirits passed them by, twisting through the air or floating beneath the waves.

It was on arrival to the shoals themselves where the captain finally stepped back from the wheel, replaced by the foreign human - Hanxi - and reiterating his orders before retiring below deck. Looking across the deck Hraldmir overheard some of the general confusion, mostly from Annie, about what to do. Havoc seemed to have picked the elf and the unarmed man for their boat, Aia was of course bound to the Banshee, Hanxi had the wheel... That left only three people to choose from for the second boat, and the last to call directions. I am Inferi.

05-Nov-2020 23:35:56

George Rozas

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Hraldmir grimaced - the damned goblin only had him, the bright eyed surgeon and the child to pick from! If these shallows were as nasty as the captain had hinted then having the surgeon or the child on a boat seemed foolhardy, meaning it was likely that... Damn it Havoc!

" The crow's nest is right there, you merely need ta' look up, " He called over to Annie, gesturing with his head towards the central mast where, high above, a circular basket of sorts was built around it. With the rods protruding from the mast it was easily climbable, though obviously there wouldn't be much room up there. Clearly though she was not needed up there, especially when the goblin suddenly called for the two young girls to accompany him aboard the boat.

That left Hraldmir to man the front of the ship and call directions, then. But the child and the surgeon in the boat? Even if Annie had some training with a blade to have her be the 'strength' aboard that vessel seemed like madness, not to mention having their only medically trained crewmate guarded by the child and a goblin, creatures none could trust thanks to their backstabbing, cowardly ways. But equally having Hraldmir aboard the same boat as the goblin would pose a worse recipe, he'd sooner swim than trust a goblin at his back!

With a long suffering sigh he made his way to the front of the ship, a hand upon the railing looking out over the shoals they were to pass through. He frowned - the spirits were restless here. This wouldn't be simple. I am Inferi.

05-Nov-2020 23:36:00

Annie1227
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As she was waiting for Aia reply to her question, she heard that Mercy and herself was chosen to be with Groshub. She was in shock that he actually picked her. She replied with excitement,”Yes sir. Thank you for choosing me. I won’t let you down.” She ignored Hraldmir comment as she walked over to Groshub and waited for orders from him. -Dances-

05-Nov-2020 23:48:27

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Face contorted by the stench, Ulysses looked briefly - and with what might have been read as some contempt - to the goblin, and then the half-elf, and then the nurse. So it was settled: They six sailors with barely a weapon between them would brave the shoals to guide the Sea Banshee .

"Very well," he sighed, not likely loud enough to be heard.

The scalawag took one last drag from his cigarette and flicked it into the ocean before quickly scuttling below deck as his compatriots began to assemble above. Rifling through the kitchen he found an old folding knife for filleting fish; its hinge was stiff, its handle slightly sticky, and it smelled faintly of rotting trout, but closed it would fit in his pocket and come in handy if needed. He folded the knife with slight difficulty and concealed it.

As he recalled for a moment the chef's earlier needling, Ulysses wondered who might soonest force him to draw this makeshift weapon. No, as long as they didn't cross the armada, he would be fine. Still, he would need to work his way into his colleagues' good graces, and quickly.

When he again came topside a minute or so later, Ulysses put on his most convincing smile and said, "Right, let's not waste the daylight, then."
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06-Nov-2020 00:54:02

George Rozas

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Glancing back from his position at the head of the ship Hraldmir took in the sorry sight of the unarmed man emerging from below deck with nothing to show for his efforts. His eyes went on, moving over the young surgeon who carried only a dagger - her demeanor wasn't one of a warrior, likely not even that of one who'd raised a weapon in her own defence before. The crew was a rushed one, which he supposed fit what he had heard of the notorious captain Otodus - but even so, it seemed foolish tossing them down into the shallows.

A whisper in his ear - he grunted. A whisper in the other - he sighed. Hraldmir stepped away from the head of the ship, approaching the unarmed man and the surgeon in turn. " Hoi, human, " He spoke to Ulysses as he approached him, withdrawing Seeker from his belt - thumb once again brushing over the mastercrafted runes that warmed to his touch. He eyed the man for a moment, his gaze piercing, almost searching - before he raised the weapon in his hand and extended it to him. " She won't sing in your hand, but Seeker'll hack through any troubles below - I'll have her back soon as we're through these shoals. "

To call this unusual would be... fair. Dwarves were not exactly known for lending out their weapons, especially ones of such craftsmanship and intricate runework. Even so, there was a clearly unspoken threat in Hraldmir's face - 'you treat her well, or else'. If he were to take it Ulysses would feel a warmth from the handle, the runes upon it flaring up briefly an ethereal blue before returning to normalcy - as if reacting to being in a hand not that of its owner.

Then the dwarf approached the surgeon, withdrawing Answer and similarly holding the handle out to the woman. " You don't look a fighting sort lass, but Answer here doesn't take a master ta' swing. He's a sight deadlier than that butter knife. "

Mercy would get a similar reaction from the axe should she take it, albeit the glow was red. I am Inferi.

06-Nov-2020 02:12:31

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Ulysses smiled as the dwarf proffered his magic axe, but raised an open palm as a sign of polite refusal. "No, thanks," he said, "I'm a swordsman, myself. Was in the cavalry..." - that part was true - "years ago now," - that part was not. He looked wistfully over the sea for a moment.

Was this a sign of trust? Or a test? The axeman's words suggested the latter, then the former, then latter again, or perhaps both at once all the way through. Possibly neither. Perhaps an honest, if strictly pragmatic, offer to an unarmed comrade. Was he being too guarded? Ulysses elected to relax, if only a little. Some truth must come out.

"No," came with a deep sigh, "I don't think I would carry her well." Slowly, and with caution, Ulysses drew the filleting knife from his pocket and flicked it open. "I found this below deck. It'll hold me over til I can pull something from a corpse - if I need it at all." Now he grinned, and chuckled, presuming the dwarf would likely follow suit at the sight of the knife.

Disheveled, dirty, and lacking his breastplate and swords he didn't look it, but in truth Ulysses was a skilled swordsman - or at least had been before he'd left the service.

"Deft hands these are, anyhow." He folded and pocketed the knife once more.
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06-Nov-2020 03:47:16 - Last edited on 06-Nov-2020 03:55:05 by Own Amnesty

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Havoc blinks, startled as she watches Groshub pass up Hraldmir. She realizes she'd taken for granted that the dwarf would be chosen, so each boat would have two seasoned veterans and one greenstem between them. (Havoc's estimation of Ulysses's combat expertise is thus far, in fairness, rather unfairly dim, and in fact she thought she was doing Groshub a favor by taking him off Groshub's hands.)

Unfortunately, Havoc isn't used to this new kind of crew, and doesn't seem to be in the habit of consulting others over their decisions—or, indeed, of consulting them over her own. She shrugs and assumes Groshub knows what he's doing and sets about readying the boat.

"I say you take the axe anyways, mate," she calls over to Ulysses. "Just in case. Only a fool turns down a dwarf's weapon offered freely, and there's always a use for cutting in this world." She pats the lifeboat fondly. She can already tell this old raft has no place in the open ocean, but she can only feel sympathy for a fellow river rat. "Just be careful swingin' it on a craft like this. I don't reckon The Coop is as stable as we'd like, and axes an' hammers aren't a friend to the shoals. Miss Elf, Miss Annie, mind helping us lower the boats?"

07-Nov-2020 04:20:18 - Last edited on 07-Nov-2020 04:26:50 by YuBiusk Ink

Annie1227
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Annie was still in shock that she was picked by Groshub to go on one of the boats. Now she knew he trusted her and believed that she was not weak. She heard what Havoc asked her to help with lower the boats. She didn’t know what to do. She asked,”Should the people who has to get on those boats get on before we lower the boats?” -Dances-

10-Nov-2020 03:16:06 - Last edited on 10-Nov-2020 03:27:54 by Annie1227

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