Post by Ladorak on Nov 16, 2010 13:21:48 GMT -5
((slight auto Spendy, hope ye don't mind XD))
Ocean felt a solid impact crash into his backside. He cried out, knocking his head on the inside of the barrel. The Corporal's rattan had slammed down into his back, and the ermine felt another blow land just as he'd pulled his head out...a smoldering fuse held in his paws...
But the pain was something else...it felt...good. It distracted him, and sent his need for fire rushing from his body as if he were some primitive steam engine blowing off pressure through every pore in his body. He quickly let the match fall back into the water.
Grabbed by the scruff of his neck, the ermine found himself jeered by sailors who quickly surrounded him, eager at the sight of a beating. Feeling a great relief wash over him, the ermine stood proudly, lifting his head as the rattan began to smack into his buttocks (he was still considered a minor, not being over 18 after all). One! Two! Three! Four! Five! The sounds his sore rump made mimicked a carpet being taken out to be beaten.
He was shoved up against the mainmast, his claws holding on to it as the pain started to flow, as did the tears. He clenched his teeth shut, willing to take whatever punishment they were going to give him. He no longer wanted the fire...the pain was the dominant factor in his mind now. Another few blows landed on his rump, counting six, seven, eight, nine, and ten. His knees got weak, and he was more leaning on the mainmast than actually standing, and he could hear the Corporal announcing his arrest. "Volunteer Class I Ocean Sleet...I hereby place you under arrest by the..."
But the Corporal, Henley, was cut off by the shout of Willard, as the least weasel stepped forward. "You...dared him to say that and shove his head into the match tub? What's the matter with you?" the weasel asked, shaking his head. "You can NOT even joke about fire on a ship! You know how dangerous it is on a ship of the line! You better learn your place lad...and as for you Jal Sleet...you ought to know better than to take a dare like that...but was that what REALLY happened?" he yanked Ocean's ears and tugged his head back away from the mast, tears flowing down his white cheek fur as he weakly nodded.
"Yes...yes...it was...I should have...should have known better sir...I'm sorry...it won't...it won't ever happen again." the ermine uttered, sinking down to his knees.
"Well...alright. You're lucky I'm not going to be reporting this to the officer of the watch...but if EITHER of you do something like that again, it WILL be entered in the logs, and you'll receive worse than a caning, mark my words!" the Corporal spat, forcefully standing Ocean back up and giving him one more whack on his buttocks, his tail flaying out and bristling as he received the blow. "It's only your first offense...just keep that in mind. You step out of line again, it'll be worse."
The Corporal drew Willard in to him, and gave him a good whack on his rump as well with the rattan, though did not dish out eleven, as Ocean had gotten. Just the one. The crew started to disperse, pleased they'd gotten to see a good old fashioned beating. Those young ones...they just never learned did they?
"Thank...thank you...mate..." Ocean panted, falling back onto his knees and forepaws in front of Willard. "I needed...to keep that...secret. I don't know...what came over me...it hasn't happened since I've been aboard...probably because of all the water around me...but still...thank you. I'll...try and keep it...under control...just watch me...OK? It must have been all that...gun fire...or something...I dunno...anyways...I'll come to you if I feel it getting bad." were the ermine's words, and he savored the biting, gnawing pain on his rump. It would help keep him level headed, and get him back on track. All thoughts of flames had left his head, and he was back to regular Ocean...for now at least.
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The startled Marines chased after the jill, calling for her to halt, and getting ready to blast her backside as she went up the stairs. Ladorak couldn't react in time. He felt his arm being yanked, and he was suddenly spun around, facing Molly full on. What was...going on? He stared at her flabbergasted, and then felt her muzzle press into his, taking his breath right from his maw.
She was pushing her tongue in, passionately engaging him, and the stoat, initially shocked, gave in, and sank into her kiss, closing his eyes and listening to the click of the Marine's hammer as he leveled his musket right at her head. The Captain's arm shot out, pushing the barrel up and away from Molly, and he kept his eyes closed, still kissing her as the Marine backed away.
Forget about making Cagliari...he had found his harbor!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Caden slept peacefully next to Carrow and Selvis, not realizing they had chosen to sit all along the same gun carriage with him. He had the most peaceful expression on his face as Elle looked down at him. He was at ease with himself since the end of the battle...at ease with the world.
He could feel someone brushing his cheek in his sleep, and the marten stirred briefly, the feeling so familiar to him...it was like that dinner of last month. "Elle?" he asked, murmuring the words but not waking up. He smiled now, sighing happily, imagining that Elle was somehow with him in his dream.
He felt someone resting their shoulder on him, and in his sleep, he reached his arm up and around her, holding her tighter against his body. He might be a tad embarrassed when he woke up, and might also have to explain how he thought Elle was snuggling up against him in his sleep to Elliot, but for right now, it didn't matter. They were at rest...they were at peace.
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As for Spender, his theft lasted all of twenty-four hours, before the ship made port for repairs. Captain Fugate wasn't exactly thrilled to learn that someone had taken his ring from the deck, and ordered a search of the crew. A terrified Peskers had rapidly yielded the ring, as she didn't want to subject herself or her possessions to a full body search.
When threatened with running the gauntlet (which would entail removing her shirt), she broke down and laid the blame nice and squarely on Spender, saying the ferret had given her the ring, but had not explained where he'd gotten it from. A gleeful Peskers next assumed that Spender's shirt would be ripped off, and he'd be forced to run the gauntlet.
Much to her disappointment however, she didn't quite get to see shirtless Spender, as the Captain commuted the ferret's sentence, telling him if he dared again to take something of his without first asking if he could have it, he WOULD run the gauntlet, and instead gave Spender a good caning from the Master at Arms.
It was noted down in the log book that Spender had a penchant for theft it seemed, and this counted as a strike against his prospects of becoming a Steward. And in a way, it wasn't a complete loss for Peskers, because she soon stole Spender's shirt anyway after he had gone for a swim in the Bay of Cagliari, and taunted him to chase her around the rocky shores of the island while she admired his half nude form, only relenting after the flustered furo threatened to make HER run the gauntlet for theft.
So it seemed life was pretty much back to normal on the Agamemnon. They had all but nearly sank a Rosferian frigate (which unfortunately did not sink, but ended up barely making it into Calvi in a near sinking state, only to wind up captured next year in a ship to ship duel and taken into Welkinite service, ending what Captain Fugate had started), they had all made it through their first battle without any serious scrapes (save for the one dead and six wounded in their crew, a not terrible count when one considered it), and the Agamemnon was repaired and on her way south to Tunis, only a day off schedule.
Their first battle...their first contest would not be their last, as many more lay in their future, but they had made it, and were moving on to the next stages of their lives at sea...
END
Ocean felt a solid impact crash into his backside. He cried out, knocking his head on the inside of the barrel. The Corporal's rattan had slammed down into his back, and the ermine felt another blow land just as he'd pulled his head out...a smoldering fuse held in his paws...
But the pain was something else...it felt...good. It distracted him, and sent his need for fire rushing from his body as if he were some primitive steam engine blowing off pressure through every pore in his body. He quickly let the match fall back into the water.
Grabbed by the scruff of his neck, the ermine found himself jeered by sailors who quickly surrounded him, eager at the sight of a beating. Feeling a great relief wash over him, the ermine stood proudly, lifting his head as the rattan began to smack into his buttocks (he was still considered a minor, not being over 18 after all). One! Two! Three! Four! Five! The sounds his sore rump made mimicked a carpet being taken out to be beaten.
He was shoved up against the mainmast, his claws holding on to it as the pain started to flow, as did the tears. He clenched his teeth shut, willing to take whatever punishment they were going to give him. He no longer wanted the fire...the pain was the dominant factor in his mind now. Another few blows landed on his rump, counting six, seven, eight, nine, and ten. His knees got weak, and he was more leaning on the mainmast than actually standing, and he could hear the Corporal announcing his arrest. "Volunteer Class I Ocean Sleet...I hereby place you under arrest by the..."
But the Corporal, Henley, was cut off by the shout of Willard, as the least weasel stepped forward. "You...dared him to say that and shove his head into the match tub? What's the matter with you?" the weasel asked, shaking his head. "You can NOT even joke about fire on a ship! You know how dangerous it is on a ship of the line! You better learn your place lad...and as for you Jal Sleet...you ought to know better than to take a dare like that...but was that what REALLY happened?" he yanked Ocean's ears and tugged his head back away from the mast, tears flowing down his white cheek fur as he weakly nodded.
"Yes...yes...it was...I should have...should have known better sir...I'm sorry...it won't...it won't ever happen again." the ermine uttered, sinking down to his knees.
"Well...alright. You're lucky I'm not going to be reporting this to the officer of the watch...but if EITHER of you do something like that again, it WILL be entered in the logs, and you'll receive worse than a caning, mark my words!" the Corporal spat, forcefully standing Ocean back up and giving him one more whack on his buttocks, his tail flaying out and bristling as he received the blow. "It's only your first offense...just keep that in mind. You step out of line again, it'll be worse."
The Corporal drew Willard in to him, and gave him a good whack on his rump as well with the rattan, though did not dish out eleven, as Ocean had gotten. Just the one. The crew started to disperse, pleased they'd gotten to see a good old fashioned beating. Those young ones...they just never learned did they?
"Thank...thank you...mate..." Ocean panted, falling back onto his knees and forepaws in front of Willard. "I needed...to keep that...secret. I don't know...what came over me...it hasn't happened since I've been aboard...probably because of all the water around me...but still...thank you. I'll...try and keep it...under control...just watch me...OK? It must have been all that...gun fire...or something...I dunno...anyways...I'll come to you if I feel it getting bad." were the ermine's words, and he savored the biting, gnawing pain on his rump. It would help keep him level headed, and get him back on track. All thoughts of flames had left his head, and he was back to regular Ocean...for now at least.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The startled Marines chased after the jill, calling for her to halt, and getting ready to blast her backside as she went up the stairs. Ladorak couldn't react in time. He felt his arm being yanked, and he was suddenly spun around, facing Molly full on. What was...going on? He stared at her flabbergasted, and then felt her muzzle press into his, taking his breath right from his maw.
She was pushing her tongue in, passionately engaging him, and the stoat, initially shocked, gave in, and sank into her kiss, closing his eyes and listening to the click of the Marine's hammer as he leveled his musket right at her head. The Captain's arm shot out, pushing the barrel up and away from Molly, and he kept his eyes closed, still kissing her as the Marine backed away.
Forget about making Cagliari...he had found his harbor!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Caden slept peacefully next to Carrow and Selvis, not realizing they had chosen to sit all along the same gun carriage with him. He had the most peaceful expression on his face as Elle looked down at him. He was at ease with himself since the end of the battle...at ease with the world.
He could feel someone brushing his cheek in his sleep, and the marten stirred briefly, the feeling so familiar to him...it was like that dinner of last month. "Elle?" he asked, murmuring the words but not waking up. He smiled now, sighing happily, imagining that Elle was somehow with him in his dream.
He felt someone resting their shoulder on him, and in his sleep, he reached his arm up and around her, holding her tighter against his body. He might be a tad embarrassed when he woke up, and might also have to explain how he thought Elle was snuggling up against him in his sleep to Elliot, but for right now, it didn't matter. They were at rest...they were at peace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As for Spender, his theft lasted all of twenty-four hours, before the ship made port for repairs. Captain Fugate wasn't exactly thrilled to learn that someone had taken his ring from the deck, and ordered a search of the crew. A terrified Peskers had rapidly yielded the ring, as she didn't want to subject herself or her possessions to a full body search.
When threatened with running the gauntlet (which would entail removing her shirt), she broke down and laid the blame nice and squarely on Spender, saying the ferret had given her the ring, but had not explained where he'd gotten it from. A gleeful Peskers next assumed that Spender's shirt would be ripped off, and he'd be forced to run the gauntlet.
Much to her disappointment however, she didn't quite get to see shirtless Spender, as the Captain commuted the ferret's sentence, telling him if he dared again to take something of his without first asking if he could have it, he WOULD run the gauntlet, and instead gave Spender a good caning from the Master at Arms.
It was noted down in the log book that Spender had a penchant for theft it seemed, and this counted as a strike against his prospects of becoming a Steward. And in a way, it wasn't a complete loss for Peskers, because she soon stole Spender's shirt anyway after he had gone for a swim in the Bay of Cagliari, and taunted him to chase her around the rocky shores of the island while she admired his half nude form, only relenting after the flustered furo threatened to make HER run the gauntlet for theft.
So it seemed life was pretty much back to normal on the Agamemnon. They had all but nearly sank a Rosferian frigate (which unfortunately did not sink, but ended up barely making it into Calvi in a near sinking state, only to wind up captured next year in a ship to ship duel and taken into Welkinite service, ending what Captain Fugate had started), they had all made it through their first battle without any serious scrapes (save for the one dead and six wounded in their crew, a not terrible count when one considered it), and the Agamemnon was repaired and on her way south to Tunis, only a day off schedule.
Their first battle...their first contest would not be their last, as many more lay in their future, but they had made it, and were moving on to the next stages of their lives at sea...
END
