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Post by Silas on Jan 26, 2007 21:02:38 GMT -5
"Well, yer certainly gave this crew a ride, and the for'ard mast'll need repairing. Luckily we packed a spare into the lower deck before we set sail. Looked flimsy anyway." The Captain said optomistically. "But, problem is, we'll need to stop for the repairs." He looked over at the mountain, even bigger than before. "Could go to Salamandastron, I suppose..."
Tom held the tiller steady, a scone held in his left paw. He took a bite, and cast a commanding eye around the deck, despite the fact that he didn't sleep at all on the ship. "Salamandastron?" Tom questioned. "Should I turn the ship, then?" "Well, seein' as we wants ter get there, it might be a good idea to turn it." The Captain replied.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 26, 2007 23:40:39 GMT -5
The Skipper thought for a mounment. "Ya know matey... You dont actually have to have a mast at the mounment..." he said with an idea in his mind. "Perhaps ye did this...Ya know how a rowboat works....it takes oars...Les' say ye get a few miles away from the storm...Just stop a cut a few timbers, strap em to the rowboat an' hual em back here...Sure it'll take some effort..but hey ye'll still have a few sails eh'?"
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Post by Silas on Jan 27, 2007 23:49:30 GMT -5
Tom looked at Irvine. "Are you suggesting we get oars for the ship?" He inquired.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 28, 2007 0:18:08 GMT -5
"Indeed!" he shouted. " I myself...unfortunetly....had served some time on a slave ship...i was...eh...confused... didnt know right from wrong if ya catch me... We used te oars in place of the sails at times...it was only a few months i served on one ya see...never do it agian ...i know better..."
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Post by Silas on Jan 28, 2007 13:10:14 GMT -5
Tom sighed, peering out to sea. "I served time, too, When I was but twelve years old." He turned back to Irvine and the Captain. "Imagine the most beautiful place on earth. That was my home, Noonvale. You can find some of the veterans come from there. I was not so lucky in the beginning. I was taken captive aboard a slave ship. Before they could lock me up, though, I escaped in a storm. My friend, Silas, was on board and fighting back. He was punished by being lashed ten times and strung up to the tallest point of the mainmast. I haven't seen him since." His eyes were full of anger and pain. He pounded on the rail in frustration.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 28, 2007 19:15:14 GMT -5
The Skipper could see that Tom didnt understand him. "Matey..." he sighed with frustration. "Before I knew better...Right from wrong basicly...I served...I...worked on a Slaveship....I had a rank on it....in my younger days..." he said rubbing the back of his neck. He buttoned his sea-coat as the rain grew heavier upon him. "...It aint nothin' im proud of...."
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Post by Silas on Jan 28, 2007 21:18:59 GMT -5
Tom was surprised. His voice had a hard edge to it, and he lay a paw on the hilt of his sword. "By rights, I could kill you for doing that. My family, along with the families of otherbeasts were slain or captured by slavers." He then relaxed a bit, the edge in his voice still there, still glaring. "But, you gave that life up. And you already said you weren't proud of it. You shouldn't be." (Obviously, Tom has a personal vendetta for all slavers)
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 28, 2007 21:46:48 GMT -5
"Oh Im not proud of it...but the time i served on that ship learned alot about how a Slave-lord thinks...." he said leaning against the rail. "Part of the reason I am how I am Is because i served on that ship...the way i train my holt...the way i treat others...i want Them trained...and Able to except pain and death....Cuase more than likely the have ssen alot of it... Most of the members of my holt iv picked up from Slave ships...they've lost thier homes and families and they have no place ta' go so i take em in and train em...i make them able to accept pain. Heh'.... No physical pain anybeast can afflict upon me can come close to the pain Iv exsperienced in the past...The same goes for my Holt...Thats what makes us strong...."
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Post by Silas on Jan 28, 2007 21:55:29 GMT -5
"Pain has ways of creating unexpected things." a new voice said. They all turned to see the Lieutenant, leaning against the mast, facing landwards. "That's what the Northern Peacekeeping Army is so desperately trying to avoid happening to everyone. Good beasts die, every day, and vermin prosper in their wake." She snarled. Tom nodded towards her. "Ashley's got a point. We have to focus on the here and now. Might help. Now, where did you say your Holt was believed to be?"
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 28, 2007 22:31:08 GMT -5
" I would suppose they would head into Castle Floret area." he said. "Although its dangerous to go there...I would exspect them to find some type of landing spot." he said. The rain kept pressing in It beat harder and harder and the Lightning flashed more frequently. "Might I suggest we get Below deck?" he said.
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Post by Silas on Jan 29, 2007 19:01:08 GMT -5
"Might be a good Idea, I'm still drying my fur out from the last storm!" The captain replied jokingly.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 29, 2007 22:19:14 GMT -5
the Skipper headed below deck. Once he was there he leaned against the hull. " So matey...Tell me about yer little establishment, eh?" he asked.
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Post by Silas on Jan 30, 2007 21:32:40 GMT -5
"Well, the Northern Peacekeeping army, tries to, well, keep the peace. We're mostly in the north, but we help out in the south and west. Our latest assignment from Headquarters was to Recon an area where a scouting party had gone missing. We went through the south woods in a comb pattern, and came across them. Only they were dead. Piled high up into a mound." Here he shivered in disgust. "Then they attacked." Ashley took over, "Three of us were cut down before we had any Idea of what happened. Then we were fighting for our lives. I saw many of my friends die that day." She clenched her fist in anger. "That's how we ended up here, met up with the Captain here, and sailed north to Inform HQ. Now we're turning around with around a score and a half a boat. Not much we can do, really. They got most of us."
Then the company heard a shout from the crow's nest. "Ahoy, there's somebeast prancin' about on the shore wavin'a flag." Tom went on deck. "What do you think they want?" "I dunno, sir, But they sent out rowboats with fire archers. I don't like this."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 31, 2007 11:32:53 GMT -5
The Skipper walked on deck and drew his sword. "Well matey Its yer call..." he said
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Post by Silas on Jan 31, 2007 20:43:14 GMT -5
Tom looked at the flag and Immediately drew out his sword to the point of where he could see the emblem toward the hilt. The emblem itself was three rings inter-cinnected with a tree background. The flag bore the same insignia. "Let them come on board." He said. Soon, the flag waver yelled in an odd forign language, and they were surrounded by dripping wet squirrels. One of the squirrels Immediately bounded over the side rail, drawing arrow to bow in one fluid movement. He pointed the arrow directly at skipper, and spoke, "Jen, Turankef, Ni Olu Kilufe? Ver Acknah Jen?" he pointed towards Tom.
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