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Post by bookity101 on Apr 12, 2010 22:00:17 GMT -5
El scurried after the others, taking the stairs as quickly as she dared, still not quite having her sea legs. Thankfully it was fast enough to avoid the rope, instead the bullying ferret got hit a good one across the legs.'Huh, serves him right.'
Making her way to the ropes, El avoided a couple other staggering newbies, and hurried to ascend the ropes. 'Oh, I'm going to be very glad that I packed the blister ointment and bandages...' Soon enough El was facing the irate rat in charge of the main mast.
"Oi, newbie" El risked a glance at him, checking to see if he meant her. "Yes you, the beech martin, get movin'" He jerked a claw up."all newbies get ta go to the very top, seeing as ya'll are the lightest of the bunch of us. 'The very top?!?!' El gulped... then yelped as she felt the sting of the rope across her paw.
"I said get MOVIN'!!" El struggled to keep her grip with her other paw. Flailing wildly, just as she felt her grip failing, she felt someone grab her arm and pull her to the ropes again. She looked up at the same rat who had hit her in the first place.
"Up the rope, newbie, can't you tell your up from down?" El grimaced and stuck out her tongue at him.
"I know, I know... Up the ropes, then loosen the sails, got it...." ****** Luxe ran out of the way of all the beasts who actually had a job on deck at that moment, avoiding the many small beasts who were lost was quite the chore though.
"Yeow!" Luxe nearly dropped his trunk on his paw in surprise. He rounded on the beast who had hit him. "Hey you numskull!" He stomped his paw hard in front rather burly stoat that had hit him across the tail. "I'm NOT one of the new striplings!" He wrapped a paw around rope that had hit him.
"I'm the Armorer..." Luxe paused. "Did you really think I'm that short?" He shook his head. "Really, you might need to get your eye's checked." He let go of the rope and trotted down the flights of stairs to the gun room, stowing his gear, he settled down to wait till he would report to his station. ***** Miri trotted calmly up the gangplank behind her shaky boss, standing beside him when he moved to an out of the way place. Willing to wait in silence for a directive while every one else had to work for once....
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Post by Ladorak on Apr 14, 2010 0:48:02 GMT -5
Caden reached the end of the yard, taking note that a fall from here would be....oblivion. Stiffening his neck and looking straight ahead, his large ears strained to hear what the Captain of the foretop was yelling to him from below.
"Albino on the end! Caden! Take the line that's right under your paw and tie it off to the ring on the end of the yard."
"Huh? Oh!" he hadn't even noticed that particular line. Grasping the coarse rope, he looped it through the ring and made it fast, hoping his knot was good enough.
"Good...now start untying the sail, but on the ends first. DON'T untie the center, or it will billow out and knock a good many of you off the yard. The ends first....keep the center secure until I say. Come on lads....let's set this ship in motion."
The marten looked down, noticing that several ropes secured the sail to the yard. OK....so just untie them right? And that polecat better not untie the center first! Stupid idiot would take a plunge to the deck if he did. Tugging on the lines, the marten undid each rope in turn, and the sail began to lower from the yard, gradually at first, and then the center was undone, so that the sail was able to catch the wind as it was being set. Below him, the foretopsail was being set as well, and catching a good wind on the starboard tack.
Opening his mouth in happy amazement, the kit breathed a sigh of relief. They were doing it! They were doing it! The sail was filling with wind! With the maintopgallant and maintopsail being set as well, the ship began to move forward. Nudging out of her berth like an eager child ready to explore the world.
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Ladorak could feel the Agamemnon start to lurch under his footpaws. To him it was more like a behemoth sliding forward on its quest. "Excellent! We're looking good so far. Now that we're pushing our way out....I'll return presently." he directed this last part to Molly, and turned, heading to the door that led to his cabin. The stoat Captain could feel the wind catching the sails...yes....he and the ship were in tune now. He could feel every plank....every movement.
The Marines parted, letting him pass into his rather spacious living area. To his right was his dining room, and to his left was his sleeping chambers. But he passed by both of those doors, not bothering at the moment. Instead he strode into his main cabin, where the elegant and stately windows looked out the stern of the vessel. This was his personal workspace, devoted solely to him.
His desk was in the center, and a few of his models were scattered here and there, most of them resting on the long couch that ran the length of the window. Moving to the wall that separated his dining room from this area, he reached up, removing a great sword of carbonized steel from the mount he had installed a few days ago.
"I promised....I promised I would never carry you unless war broke out.....but I'm needed in service to my country...and so are you." the beautiful blade reflected his features upon it's surface, a determined stoat looking back at him. On the hilt was a brilliant opal, sparkling like a miniature sun. The pommel contained a smaller purple amethyst at its base. It was crafted by Serami Blades Limited, the finest blademasters in the world.
It was the Midlight Hammer, Ladorak's prized possession. Sliding it smoothly into the scabbard at his side, the stoat relished the added weight being added to his body. The thing weighed at least three times that of a normal saber, and was a great bastard sword in design. Patting the polished metal of the sheath, the stoat nodded, and strode back out of his cabin, the amethyst catching the light, the opal bursting into flame. The officers knew what that meant. The Captain had returned...returned to his natural habitat.
"My look is now complete I'd say." he commented, smiling at Molly as he once again reached her side. "Nothing like a bastard sword on your hip....and of course a beautiful jill at one's side." He slid his arm into hers, keeping her close for this. He wanted to feel her.....his last vestige from land. Her against him reminded him of the two worlds he lived in....soon to be one. But she was still a part of that.....he hoped she would be for a very long time in fact.
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Post by Carrow on Apr 14, 2010 14:47:33 GMT -5
Cerinus, too, had begun to proceed to the end of his own yard. He was in a rather precarious position now, so made sure that every step taken was timed perfectly. As he walked, the mizzentop Captain's commands reached his ears with little effort on his part. Though he had his mind on about a thousand different things at that particular moment, uppermost in his mind was what he needed to do.
"You, mouse! Apodemus! Get to the end of the yard sharpish! You should see a line directly beneath your paw. What you do is grab a hold of it and tie it to the ring at the end of the yard! Hop to it now!," the Captain, a weasel, roared out to him.
He nodded. The rodent was now moving as quickly as he could under the circumstances. He had felt the HMS Agamemnon begin to move beneath him, and assumed that other sails had begun to be loosed. He soon reached the end of the yard, and set immediately to work.
His small paws took a hold of the rope, then the wood mouse looped it through the ring and once again made his best knot. He could tell by how taut the rope appeared that it was now in position. Further commands came up to him from the mustelid Captain.
"Good work Apodemus! Now, you start untying the sail. You do the ends first, and THEN the centre, NOT the other way round? Got it?" He didn't expect an answer of course, for this was one situation where actions spoke louder than words.
The youngster set to, taking note of the ropes he needed to untie. He tugged on the lines, undoing each rope one after the other. He saw the sail begin to lower. Gradually, gradually... and when the centre had been taken care of, things started taking off, quite literally in fact. He saw the sail flutter now as it caught the wind. Other sails were almost set too.. He could feel it in the way the ship was beginning to move forward. She was beginning to pick up speed now, and there would soon be a good wind behind her.
Like Caden, the long-tailed field mouse was relieved to see the progress that was being made. Agamemnon was now starting to make her way out of the berth. Her movements suggested impatience, eagerness - and Carrow certainly could relate. He was wreathed in smiles as he looked around him and noticed that everything was now beginning to come together.
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Post by bookity101 on Apr 14, 2010 23:03:39 GMT -5
El gripped tight to the lines, moving slowly, and avoiding looking down with all her might. She would be ok with most things, but that doesn't include falling to her death on the very first day. She went to the very end, and undid the ropes. Moving towards the middle, she couldn't help but be worried, there was a very nervous mouse standing in the middle fiddling with the ropes.
"Hey!" El scooted as quickly as she could towards him. "Not those ropes yet!" the mouse wasn't listening to her. "Don't do that, you'll get blown off, you idiot!" Elle wrapped a spare rope around securely around her arm, all the way to her elbow, not wanting to get blown off if the idiot really did undo the rope. The mouse looked at her.
"Huh, w-w-what do you m-mean?" El shook her head, the guy was scared to death.
"Look, if you do that, it'll move out and you'll get hit to..." El stopped, thinking it was the better part of wisdom to not get to detailed in her explanation. "Well, anyway, come over here before you fall silly." El smiled at him thinking. 'Come one stupid mouse, get away from that knot...' The mouse had just got into reach when the knot he had been fiddling with came loose, causing the sail to blow out, knocking the mouse off balance.
"Hey!" El lunged forward, snagging his arm just in time, and nearly being pulled down with him, 'Thank goodness I thought to wrap my arm... now I hope I don't break!!' ***** "Don't drop meeee!!" Miri glanced up from her position on the mainmast, (she had gotten supremely bored waiting by the railing, and besides the nearly getting shoved over by an idiot in a blue coat,) she had decided to see everything up close. But she was also out of the way of all the beasts working as she was hanging from the ratlines, in the perfect spot to see the trouble brewing for El and Jake (the mouse).
"Hold on there kid!" Miri moved swiftly up the ropes, swinging around sailor's as she moved swiftly and surely towards the kits, hoping she got there before the martin's paws gave out.
Elle squeezed her eye's shut. At this angle, she could clearly see the deck, and the sailors watching the two of them, but they had their paws full with fixing the sail as it unfurled wrong. El looked at her arm, thankful that her footpaws weren't dangling, but she couldn't get any traction on the ropes, so basically she was only holding on to the rope around her arm. 'It feels like my arms gonna be pulled off...!'
Just when El felt certain her shoulder would pop, the tension lessened, and she felt herself pulled upright. She looked up into the bemused blue eye's of a female weasel.
"It's alright now. We got you two." 'We??' El looked down, and sure enough there was the rat captain of mainmast, and he didn't look to happy. "I thought I told you two that you were supposed to go up, not down." He shook his head as he helped Jack down. "You youngsters need to learn up from down again." El smiled slowly as the realization that she wasn't gonna fall to her death, she didn't remember much about what happened on the way down.
Mii stood by the dazed form of Elle, shaking her head at 'him'. 'He's a tough one,' Miri thought as she bent to check out the bruise that was forming on Elle's arm.'That's gonna be one nasty bruise boyo.' Looking up at his face again, she snapped her claws in front of him.
"Hey, kit, Wake up now," Miri waved her paw in his face. "You an your friend are safe now, so snap out of it." Miri stood up shaking her head, Miri had a lot of patience when need, but she just didn't like waiting all that much....
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Post by Ladorak on Apr 15, 2010 10:17:30 GMT -5
The Agamemnon was on a starboard tack now, and being pushed out into the harbor. "Bring us onto a run Quartermaster...thirty degrees to larboard, correct as needed."
"Aye sir, run it is." The Quartermaster at the wheel began turning the ship to the left, to bring the wind behind them. The crew on the deck began hauling on the lines as the order was passed from the Captain to his Lieutenants and the Lieutenants to the Boatswain.
"Square those sails out! We're running before the wind!" the Boatswain shouted. "Give me no trim! I want the topgallants and topsails fully set!" The crew down on the deck tugged on the lines and tied them down once the sails were fully lowered, giving the ship a good spread of canvas to catch the prevailing wind.
Ladorak had seen Jis Talian's dash up the rigging, and had wondered if Elliot was cut out for working aloft. But then again...it hadn't been his screw up...it was that mouse's. He would discuss it with the Boatswain once they got piped to dinner...which would be soon, as noon was approaching. "Lieutenant, get down there, see if either of them need medical attention." the stoat delivered his orders to his Second Lieutenant, who saluted and moved down to the main deck.
"Good job! Good job!" the ferret foretop Captain was praising the young crew, and walking over to the fighting top now along the pawropes. "Now get down and report to your stations. Excellent job!" Caden rested on the yard for a minute, unaware of the plight Elle had been in a few minutes ago. He could feel the yard turning and pushing him back in midair as he rode the wooden pole around to a more straight position as the ship came about to a run, or having the wind directly behind it in other words.
He went along for the ride, letting the gentle motion of the yard relax him as he got his breath back. He really needed some water...and fortunately for him at the base of every mast was a scuttlebutt, or a tub of fresh drinking water for the crew to partake of whenever they needed it.
Walking carefully along the pawropes, Caden managed to reach the crosstrees without any mishaps, and began the climb down to the forecastle. The way down was ten times easier than the way up, though Caden's paws were sore by the time he reached the bottom. Yeah....he'd have blisters by tonight.
Rubbing the sore spots, the marten moved gratefully over the scuttlebutt, taking the tin cup that was chained to it's side in his claws. There was only one cup per scuttlebutt, and it was attached to the barrel via a chain to prevent theft, so everybeast who worked around each mast had to share the same drinking utensil. But that didn't bother Caden. He dipped the tin down into the clear water, and brought it out again, raising it to his lips and drinking deeply, some of the water staining his chin fur as he quaffed.
Sighing happily, he wiped his brow, and dipped the cup in again for another drink. The Boatswain was by his side now, congratulating him. "Have a bit of tension to overcome there lad, but ye looked pretty sharp up there. A regular sailor marten. You'll be good Midshipjack material, that's for sure."
Caden pawed the cup over to another thirsty crewbeast, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Drat...I'm going to have to break that habit...proper officers don't wipe their mouths on their sleeves.... He nodded, and thanked the Boatswain. "Thank you sir. Was my first time doing that."
"Well the important thing is that we'll be able to get to sea now, and we're on our way. You weren't bad for your first time...just try to overcome that fear of heights eh?" the Boatswain winked at him and gave him a nudge with his elbow.
"Yes sir....I'll be sure to do that." He looked over and out across the bow of the ship. The bowsprit pointed directly at the horizon, like a javelin leading the ship behind it. Two of the jibs were in the process of being set, and as dinner wasn't quite ready yet, the Boatswain motioned over to where the crew on the forecastle was working on getting the outer and inner jibs set.
"Why not help set these son? See the line that group over there is tugging on? Pull it back with them...but DON'T move your paws. Don't step backwards....stay in place and feed the line back....got it?"
Caden watched what they were doing, noting that they weren't indeed stepping back but standing in place and simply pulling the line back. He nodded. "Aye sir."
"Head over there and start feeding the line around that cleat there and tie it down tight once they're done. That's the inner jib's line." the Boatswain added, and Caden nodded again.
"Yes sir!" he trotted over to the inner jib line, and began coiling it around his paw, making sure it didn't entangle anywhere and get caught on anything. He began looping it around his arm, and when it got too heavy he'd coil it down on the deck. He wasn't sure if that was the way to do it or not, but the Boatswain seemed to approve. So when it's done...tie it down....got it.....
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The Second Lieutenant, a stocky badger, walked over to where Miri, Elliot, and that mouse crew member who had almost had the unfortunate fall were gathered. "Alright gang way, gang way." he pushed his way through some of the gawking younger beasts. "Back to work, back to work. Nothing to see here. Pardon me um....Jis." he nodded politely in Miri's direction, unsure of what a jill was doing aboard but not minding her presence so much.
"Does anyone need medical attention? Everyone alright?" he asked, his eyes moving from Miri down to the two young crew members. The beech marten seemed to be barely conscious but might be coming around.
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Post by Carrow on Apr 15, 2010 10:52:16 GMT -5
Carrow heard the voice of the weasel Captain again as he lay against the yard. "Well done, Apodemus! I'd say that's gonna be it for now, young 'un, so get yourself back down to ground level and report to your station."
The mouse smiled, evidently in need of a small break. "Yes sir! Could you please tell me where to find the Quartermaster? I'm serving under him, and well, y'see, I haven't really got my bearings yet," he explained, shrugging sheepishly.
"It's alright, Cerinus," the kind mizzentop Captain replied, smiling up at the rodent, who still felt a little out of his depth, and addressing him by his first name, evidently wanting to show him that the creatures in charge were also there to help the new recruits settle in.
"He'll be up by the wheel. He's currently in control of the ship, of course, so don't distract him. You can maybe observe him for a little bit if you fancy. After all, well, if you're studying under a creature like that, you'd want to start learning as soon as possible. Actually steering her is a formidable task, and, please don't take this the wrong way, but it'll be more difficult for you."
Had Carrow been as easily hurt by an inoffensive comment as he had been prone to being in the past, he wouldn't have been able to hide it, but in this case he knew that the weasel was referring to what kind of a creature he himself was. A mouse; a creature usually quite small, and who would remain that way in relation to the others on board. In fact, as he thought about it now, the wood mouse couldn't recall seeing a great deal of rodents on board.
"It's fine, sir, I understand where you're coming from perfectly," he responded politely, nodding. "Best of luck with it. I'm sure he won't mind at all," came the mizzentop Captain's response. And with this, the youngster began to make his way back down the mast. Just like before, he was less nervous on the way down, especially so as he knew that when his paws touched the deck again, he could take a breather for a moment and have a drink.
He spotted the scuttlebutt as soon as he was on level ground again. He padded over to it and took the cup in his paws. He knew that this was a communal drinking utensil, but then again having to share things like this was something not completely alien to him. He wasn't from the most well-off of backgrounds after all.
He dipped the tin into the water, drinking deeply, and by repeating the process was able to slake his thirst. He knew that they would be allowed have some time to themselves in a while, and thinking of this buoyed him up further. But first things first, he thought. Smiling a little to himself, the Dibbun went off to find the Quartermaster.
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Post by Ladorak on Apr 17, 2010 0:20:30 GMT -5
The ship was making good headway, being pushed out by a nice wind from the shore. The other vessels in the fleet were dividing into squadrons and would head to the Cobalt Sea in different divisions. The one Ladorak was in was the main one. It contained the 100 gun flagship of Admiral Samuel Hood, the Victory, which was in the process of setting sail as well behind Agamemnon. Aside from Agamemnon, there were also five 74s comprised of the Captain, the Fortitude, the Leviathan, Colossus, and Illustrious.
Ladorak watched them gathering, proud to be part of such a fleet that would be making it's way first to Ferlusan and then to Toluse. If only he were on one of those 74s though....say Colossus or maybe Leviathan....those names suited him. But he wasn't complaining. Agamemnon had prestige the others lacked, and was the fastest battleship in the fleet. There were also five frigates present as well, including HMS Crescent, Saumarez's vessel.
The Master approached Ladorak now, saluting from the side as he did so. "Well Captain, what's our heading to be?" The stoat Captain turned to the Master, and looked up at the sky behind him for a moment before letting off a contented sigh.
"We're making first for the port of Crittenden in Ferlusan first. So set a course Mr. Atkinson. Relay all headings to the Quartermaster as you see fit. Stay with the fleet until we are off Ferlusan's coastline, then we'll detach from the squadron and make our way into Crittenden harbor."
"Very good sir." the Master saluted, and began taking the ship's heading and marking it down in the log. He was the senior Warrant Officer on the ship, and his primary job was the navigation of the vessel. Now that he knew the destination, he could relay course headings and directions to the Quartermasters.
Ladorak took out a folded piece of paper and tapped it against his chest. It was a letter in all rights....but he was debating about how best to go about pawing it off. "Lieutenant Quilliam..." he spoke up after some thought. "Ensure that seajack Caden Fugate receives this message if you will, but only when he's piped down to dinner." the stoat held the slip of paper out for the Lieutenant to take.
The burly stoat considered this, and nodded. "Aye sir, I'll get to that then." He shoved it into his coat's inner breast pocket, stuffing it away for good measure.
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The jibs were set, and Caden looped the rope around the cleat, tying it off and making sure it was steady. "Ye know much about navigation lad?" The Boatswain asked him as he headed back over to the scuttlebutt for another drink.
"No sir...nothing at all."
"Well attach yourself to a Master's mate. He'll show the basics I reckon. Not sure you'll have much time though....dinner's to be called soon....so for now, if yer training to be an officer, tell me the different points of sail. Ye'll have to know this for the exam. 's basics after all."
Caden took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then reopened them. "Um....we're on a run right now, where the wind is coming from directly behind us. So there's....beam reach...where the wind comes in from the side.....uh....a....I'm not sure what the point of sail is called where your bow is almost head on into the wind by not quite....I think it's called a....broad reach?" the marten wasn't sure on that one.
The Boatswain shook his head. "Nope. That's a close haul." Close haul! Of course! "A broad reach is when the wind is coming over one of the quarters of the stern. But that's very good for a kit yer age. Ye almost had it one hundred percent. So tell me...we're on a run now.....what's the advantages and disadvantages of a run lad?"
Too easy! He knew this one! "Well a run is the fastest point of sail for a ship, but it's also the most dangerous, because the rudder has very resistance on it, so it's very easy to get off course without realizing it."
"Blimey...regular book worm you are. Who'd a thought that a kit your age would know any of that?"
He stood up a bit more proudly, but admitted his own shortcomings. "That's about all I know though sir. I know the bare minimum of points of sail, and I know absolutely nothing about navigation."
"Well the Master's mates will fill you in on the navigation bits. 's not my know how cause I don't have to know it. Good on yer though so far." Caden felt at least he had a paw in the door on this stuff. He'd have to know it for his exam years down the road....this and so much more. So much more. It was only just the beginning......
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Post by Carrow on Apr 17, 2010 3:36:27 GMT -5
Cerinus threaded his way through the throng of creatures still on deck. He saw now that Agamemnon had become a hive of activity. Quite literally everybeast on board seemed to be engaged in one task or another.
The mouse marvelled at the sights around him. He knew that maintaining a ship like this was a lot of work, but he was nevertheless witnessing quite a lot of this for the first time, and it made his head spin.
He was just one cog in a wheel, of course, but he knew that every task the creatures on board performed would have significance, however slight, and that was good enough for him. It was with thoughts like this in his head that he began making his way to the Quartermaster's post on the quarterdeck, by now having gotten a fix on its location. He knew that he'd have to get permission every time he came up here (or at least, Captain Fugate had said nothing to the contrary), but he didn't mind at all.
He'd already declared his intentions to the mizzentop Captain, and he had indeed been granted permission in a roundabout sort of way. He began his approach to the creature at the wheel. Over the noise that surrounded him, the sounds of the mouse's pawsteps were cloaked, which came as a relief to him as he didn't want to disturb the creature whom he would be observing.
The rodent got up to a certain spot, and that was good enough for him from there. His eyesight was actually quite good, so he found that he wouldn't need to be as close to Quartermaster when watching him as he'd thought he'd need to be. It was likely the beast hadn't heard his approach, but this meant he could pay atention in silence for a while.
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Post by spender on Apr 17, 2010 9:43:54 GMT -5
Spender couldn't remember a time he'd felt more stressed out. No doubt there had been a few, but he tended to do his best to forget them.* His arms felt like jelly and weights at the same time, and his head buzzed with noise and flickering images. The ratlines, the fighting top, the knots, the rat captain, an interesting booger he'd found on his paw, Elliot, the mouse, the weasel jill, his new trousers, a fish, that cloud that looked a bit like a horse; they all took turns occupying his immediate thoughts. In a way, his addle-pated memory was a safety mechanism to keep him from snapping at everybeast else. There was only so many times he could be prodded, shouted at, and brushed aside by busy sailors before he lost his temper...
Somehow, he made it through all that, and now sat on the edge of the ship, swinging his legs and tail on either side of the short wall. He stared at Elliot intently, feeling... proud?... of the beech marten. It had been a spectacular save; he almost wished he could do something as heroic. But part of him felt the mouse should have fallen and spared everyone the trouble. Stupid rodents always had to ruin things for the rest of the animal kingdom.
Spender had another reason for his strange emotions toward the marten. If it hadn't been for Elliot and the mouse's stunt, it might have been him who had gotten in trouble. During that last bit, his trousers had gotten stuck as he had rightfully feared they would (he wasn't sure on WHAT they'd gotten stuck on; he was too preoccupied with not falling while he tugged them loose again.) Thankfully, no one had chewed him out for any of it yet. Distractions were a wonderful thing!
Only now that everything was under way, the ferret had little idea what he was supposed to be doing. He decided to do his best to stick by Elliot. At least that way there'd be someone else for the adults to pay attention to...
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Molly sighed happily. She was back at sea... it had been too long. And on a proper Navy ship! The hustle and bustle astounded her. It was nothing at all like the maddening, yet laid-back aura of her previous vessels, where you were as likely to run into somebeast fishing in the middle of the deck as you were to tick off the wrong creature and get your throat slit in the night...
The ordered chaos of the Agamemnon's crew was comforting. Moreso was the jack by her side. She smiled fondly up at him.
"I almost can't wait to get out of this dress," she said, "and into some more fitting clothes, and get up there in the rigging with the rest of them. I know I shouldn't... there's all kinds of rubbish mistakes I'd make." She leaned her head against his arm. "It's nice to be on a ship again."
The feel of the moment swept over her, cleansing all earlier trepidations. She'd been nervous ever since stepping out of the carriage, with that awkward way he'd taken her reply to his question, and everyone coming up to talk to Ladorak and (rightfully so; she was a stranger to them) mostly ignoring her.
She did her best to take note of names, but they were all still muddled. The only one she was sure of was Luxe... and that was mainly because he was just such a handsome specimen of young stoat.
Old habits were hard to get rid of. Especially with the way her life seemed to be running backwards... Fugate, sailing ships, unemployed freedom at every turn... how was a jill to choose?
* More or less his entire education, then.
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Post by bookity101 on Apr 17, 2010 13:06:31 GMT -5
El looked up as the Second Lieutenant approached, rubbing her arm and holding her elbow carefully, it wasn't broken arm even seriously injured. It would be black and blue for a few weeks, but she would be ok. She looked up and nodded. "I'll be ok sir, I brought some of my own pain medicines and salves, so..." She looked over as Miri took her arm and begun to move it around, barely holding back a yelp. She glanced up at Miri, not saying anything but letting Miri know that what she was doing hurt, a lot. "Umm, could you let go of my arm please?" Miri smiled slightly as she let go of 'his' arm. "Alright kiddo." Miri glanced up at the badger. "Lieutenant, I'll take care of him, its only a bruise, big one, but a just a bruise." ***** Luxe headed up the ladder, letting his curiosity get the better of him. He had always wanted to sail, and know he was missing the best part of the trip, the shoving off*. He jumped out of the hatch and ran up one of thw outer ratlines, hanging near the edge of the ship, so he oculd watch everything that went on, on the ship and off the ship. He enjoyed looking at the other ships in the harbor. He couldn't see the names of any of them, his eye's reacted badly to bright lights, and the sun was shining off the sea, but he still enjoyed the feel of the wind on his fur... *don't know a better term **short, sorry
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