Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Jun 4, 2021 18:15:24 GMT
Greetings...
Written here for the benefit of you, dear visitor, is a lengthy explanation of the goings and comings aboard this fine vessel. Though we are a peaceful bunch, we are no fools and all of these rules and regulations are expected to be followed accordingly.
Firstly, thou would do well to remember that when aboard this ship, our first priority is providing medical care to those in need while maintaining neutrality. If ever doubtful of your safety, be warned that to the wicked we are regarded as deadly reapers. Refrain from illegal or immoral activity if thou wish to remain in our company.
I and my crew are the "Doves of the Sea" to the lowly and downtrodden, but likewise are a swift sword of justice that will carry out retribution when necessary. If thou are considering joining my crew, we uphold morality and seek no path of thievery. A course few consider wise, though rewarding in the end.
And who am I? Why I am Emiliano Basilia Graciela, the captain of this noble clipper and crew. Care for a spot of tea?
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Mar 30, 2022 5:26:18 GMT
Shifting in her seat, Emiliano murmurs to herself. "I must get this foul chair leg fixed."
The Captain had been scanning numerous maps spread across her table for hours. Outside, her crew watched over the many scores of injured resting in their cots. Watching them from behind the widow set in her door, she shakes her head until a light scratching sound in the direction of her door brought Emiliano back from the realm of thought.
Opening it, she lowers her gaze and smiles. "Luz, what is it you have seen?"
Through the use of his talons, the falcon begins to tap out a series of morse codes. Emiliano adjusts her tricorn hat accordingly. "We must relay this to Kane at once. Sithee, the forging of an Alliance is most assuredly needed." Stepping out of her cabin, Emiliano appears withered. Massaging the sides of her temple, she makes her way through the hallway of sleeping patients all the while keeping up the persona of a stoic leader for the benefit of her crew.
A falcon's feather delicately floats downward, landing on her shoulder as she awaits her meeting with Kane.
Shifting in her seat, Emiliano murmurs to herself. "I must get this foul chair leg fixed."
The Captain had been scanning numerous maps spread across her table for hours. Outside, her crew watched over the many scores of injured resting in their cots. Watching them from behind the widow set in her door, she shakes her head until a light scratching sound in the direction of her door brought Emiliano back from the realm of thought.
Opening it, she lowers her gaze and smiles. "Luz, what is it you have seen?"
Through the use of his talons, the falcon begins to tap out a series of morse codes. Emiliano adjusts her tricorn hat accordingly. "We must relay this to Kane at once. Sithee, the forging of an Alliance is most assuredly needed." Stepping out of her cabin, Emiliano appears withered. Massaging the sides of her temple, she makes her way through the hallway of sleeping patients all the while keeping up the persona of a stoic leader for the benefit of her crew.
A falcon's feather delicately floats downward, landing on her shoulder as she awaits her meeting with Kane.
Shifting in her seat, Emiliano murmurs to herself. "I must get this foul chair leg fixed."
The Captain had been scanning numerous maps spread across her table for hours. Outside, her crew watched over the many scores of injured resting in their cots. Watching them from behind the widow set in her door, she shakes her head until a light scratching sound in the direction of her door brought Emiliano back from the realm of thought.
Opening it, she lowers her gaze and smiles. "Luz, what is it you have seen?"
Through the use of his talons, the falcon begins to tap out a series of morse codes. Emiliano adjusts her tricorn hat accordingly. "We must relay this to Kane at once. Sithee, the forging of an Alliance is most assuredly needed." Stepping out of her cabin, Emiliano appears withered. Massaging the sides of her temple, she makes her way through the hallway of sleeping patients all the while keeping up the persona of a stoic leader for the benefit of her crew.
A falcon's feather delicately floats downward, landing on her shoulder as she awaits her meeting with Kane.
*Enters.* I think may have found Claude's location.
Picking up the feather, Emiliano stares at it for a moment before shifting focus to Kane. "So I hear. Please, have a seat." She extends her hand to a nearby table and chair, where the Old Man sat cutting vegetables while whistling a tune.
Taking her place, Emiliano folds her hands under her chin. The feather still in her hand. "Sithee, what news have thou gathered from the streets?"
*Enters.* I think may have found Claude's location.
Picking up the feather, Emiliano stares at it for a moment before shifting focus to Kane. "So I hear. Please, have a seat." She extends her hand to a nearby table and chair, where the Old Man sat cutting vegetables while whistling a tune.
Taking her place, Emiliano folds her hands under her chin. The feather still in her hand. "Sithee, what news have thou gathered from the streets?"
*Sits down. Takes hat off and has a serious look on his face.* It ain't exactly information from the streets.
There's a ballad I heard a while back, being sung by a scoundrel. It's called "The Ballad of Claude the Sea Wolf". It goes like this: "Beyond the horizon, where the ocean meets the sky, Is where the evil buccaneer resides Where the sun sinks away And the rocks duel with the waves Where the ocean is darkened with mud Is where you'll will find Claude"
Let me explain.
"Beyond the horizon, where the ocean meets the sky, Is where the evil buccaneer resides" This is a very distant location
"Where the sun passes away" The West.
"And the rocks duel with the waves
Where the ocean is darkened with mud
Is where you'll will find Claude" A rocky area. Likely a beach. And where the water's muddy.
Picking up the feather, Emiliano stares at it for a moment before shifting focus to Kane. "So I hear. Please, have a seat." She extends her hand to a nearby table and chair, where the Old Man sat cutting vegetables while whistling a tune.
Taking her place, Emiliano folds her hands under her chin. The feather still in her hand. "Sithee, what news have thou gathered from the streets?"
*Sits down. Takes hat off and has a serious look on his face.* It ain't exactly information from the streets.
There's a ballad I heard a while back, being sung by a scoundrel. It's called "The Ballad of Claude the Sea Wolf". It goes like this: "Beyond the horizon, where the ocean meets the sky, Is where the evil buccaneer resides Where the sun sinks away And the rocks duel with the waves Where the ocean is darkened with mud Is where you'll will find Claude"
Let me explain.
"Beyond the horizon, where the ocean meets the sky, Is where the evil buccaneer resides" This is a very distant location
"Where the sun passes away" The West.
"And the rocks duel with the waves
Where the ocean is darkened with mud
Is where you'll will find Claude" A rocky area. Likely a beach. And where the water's muddy.
Where is this? Galveston Bay.
"But to leave his prized port? Perhaps this Claude is truly afraid of what the French Crown might do-"
Emiliano pauses. A muffled fluttering sound interrupts her thoughts. Leaning her head sideways, she notices one of the large cages for storing injured animals is rocking back and forth—a rare occurrence.
Arising from her seat, she inspects the cage while trying to comfort the creature inside. "Strange, this creature has naught made a sound in quite some time. We assumed the poor creature had become mute." Whistling for Luz, her falcon tries to communicate with the injured bird. Luz relays his message back in morse code, and Emiliano takes the creature outside of the cage.
It was a falcon, although no medical care provided to him by Emiliano, or her crew could remove the scars it had weathered. Wriggling in her grasp, it attempted to jump towards Kane. "Sithee, the creature seems to find your company most agreeable Sir Kane."
Returning to the table, she sets the falcon down. It hops a few times, testing its legs and stretching out its wings. "This poor fellow was taken in after it was found abandoned on an island in a cage chained to a tree. Left in a poor state I'm afraid. Perhaps such an experience has finally overtaken it. In the midst of the wreckage was found a sail bearing the crest-"
Emiliano raises a brow. "Kane, did you not say you owned a bird such as this? And your insignia..."
The falcon flaps its wings even faster, waddling to Kane. It squawks, nodding its head.
The Old Man wipes a tear from his eye while cutting a few onions.
*Sits down. Takes hat off and has a serious look on his face.* It ain't exactly information from the streets.
There's a ballad I heard a while back, being sung by a scoundrel. It's called "The Ballad of Claude the Sea Wolf". It goes like this: "Beyond the horizon, where the ocean meets the sky, Is where the evil buccaneer resides Where the sun sinks away And the rocks duel with the waves Where the ocean is darkened with mud Is where you'll will find Claude"
Let me explain.
"Beyond the horizon, where the ocean meets the sky, Is where the evil buccaneer resides" This is a very distant location
"Where the sun passes away" The West.
"And the rocks duel with the waves
Where the ocean is darkened with mud
Is where you'll will find Claude" A rocky area. Likely a beach. And where the water's muddy.
Where is this? Galveston Bay.
"But to leave his prized port? Perhaps this Claude is truly afraid of what the French Crown might do-"
Emiliano pauses. A muffled fluttering sound interrupts her thoughts. Leaning her head sideways, she notices one of the large cages for storing injured animals is rocking back and forth—a rare occurrence.
Arising from her seat, she inspects the cage while trying to comfort the creature inside. "Strange, this creature has naught made a sound in quite some time. We assumed the poor creature had become mute." Whistling for Luz, her falcon tries to communicate with the injured bird. Luz relays his message back in morse code, and Emiliano takes the creature outside of the cage.
It was a falcon, although no medical care provided to him by Emiliano, or her crew could remove the scars it had weathered. Wriggling in her grasp, it attempted to jump towards Kane. "Sithee, the creature seems to find your company most agreeable Sir Kane."
Returning to the table, she sets the falcon down. It hops a few times, testing its legs and stretching out its wings. "This poor fellow was taken in after it was found abandoned on an island in a cage chained to a tree. Left in a poor state I'm afraid. Perhaps such an experience has finally overtaken it. In the midst of the wreckage was found a sail bearing the crest-"
Emiliano raises a brow. "Kane, did you not say you owned a bird such as this? And your insignia..."
The falcon flaps its wings even faster, waddling to Kane. It squawks, nodding its head.
The Old Man wipes a tear from his eye while cutting a few onions.
"But to leave his prized port? Perhaps this Claude is truly afraid of what the French Crown might do-"
Emiliano pauses. A muffled fluttering sound interrupts her thoughts. Leaning her head sideways, she notices one of the large cages for storing injured animals is rocking back and forth—a rare occurrence.
Arising from her seat, she inspects the cage while trying to comfort the creature inside. "Strange, this creature has naught made a sound in quite some time. We assumed the poor creature had become mute." Whistling for Luz, her falcon tries to communicate with the injured bird. Luz relays his message back in morse code, and Emiliano takes the creature outside of the cage.
It was a falcon, although no medical care provided to him by Emiliano, or her crew could remove the scars it had weathered. Wriggling in her grasp, it attempted to jump towards Kane. "Sithee, the creature seems to find your company most agreeable Sir Kane."
Returning to the table, she sets the falcon down. It hops a few times, testing its legs and stretching out its wings. "This poor fellow was taken in after it was found abandoned on an island in a cage chained to a tree. Left in a poor state I'm afraid. Perhaps such an experience has finally overtaken it. In the midst of the wreckage was found a sail bearing the crest-"
Emiliano raises a brow. "Kane, did you not say you owned a bird such as this? And your insignia..."
The falcon flaps its wings even faster, waddling to Kane. It squawks, nodding its head.
The Old Man wipes a tear from his eye while cutting a few onions.
*Extends arm.* *Whispers.* Come here, boy.
The falcon trembles as it hops forward.
Emiliano pauses from writing down Kane's poem to witness the event.
The Old Man has completely flooded a portion of the ship with his tears of joy.
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Jul 19, 2022 11:47:55 GMT
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Boarding La Paloma, Captain Emiliano pulls seaweed off the side of a chair and chucks it back to the water. Waving to one of her crew polishing a shield, she inquires about the whereabouts of the Old Man. Taking up a second shield, she polishes it with him and shakes her head.
Inspecting the shield, the two hear a loud yell and an elderly figure bursts out of the kitchen. "I can't, these ingredients, I need fresh ingredients!"
The Old Man hurls overripe vegetables in the air, bumping into the Pirate.
Boarding La Paloma, Captain Emiliano pulls seaweed off the side of a chair and chucks it back to the water. Waving to one of her crew polishing a shield, she inquires about the whereabouts of the Old Man. Taking up a second shield, she polishes it with him and shakes her head.
Inspecting the shield, the two hear a loud yell and an elderly figure bursts out of the kitchen. "I can't, these ingredients, I need fresh ingredients!"
The Old Man hurls overripe vegetables in the air, bumping into the Pirate.
IC: *The pirate steps back, avoiding the vegetables that were thrown into the air. He looks questioningly at Emiliano and the Old Man, wondering about the meeting he was promised with the Captain.*
Boarding La Paloma, Captain Emiliano pulls seaweed off the side of a chair and chucks it back to the water. Waving to one of her crew polishing a shield, she inquires about the whereabouts of the Old Man. Taking up a second shield, she polishes it with him and shakes her head.
Inspecting the shield, the two hear a loud yell and an elderly figure bursts out of the kitchen. "I can't, these ingredients, I need fresh ingredients!"
The Old Man hurls overripe vegetables in the air, bumping into the Pirate.
IC: *The pirate steps back, avoiding the vegetables that were thrown into the air. He looks questioningly at Emiliano and the Old Man, wondering about the meeting he was promised with the Captain.*
Emiliano waves the Old Man aside. "Sithee, just a wee bit frustrated at our predicament. Good news though, I'm sure if this deal goes through we'll be sailing for a fine port and purchasing ourselves a bounty of good ingredients" The Captain made sure to stress this last point, urging the Old Man to stop his tantrum and prepare his famous hot dogs for the guest. Stirring a bowl of chili, he whistles to himself a song about what he would cook with such promised ingredients.
Motioning the Pirate to a seat, the Captain sat opposite of him. Nodding, she presents her question. "The first thing to know, is what do you truly seek?"
IC: *The pirate steps back, avoiding the vegetables that were thrown into the air. He looks questioningly at Emiliano and the Old Man, wondering about the meeting he was promised with the Captain.*
Emiliano waves the Old Man aside. "Sithee, just a wee bit frustrated at our predicament. Good news though, I'm sure if this deal goes through we'll be sailing for a fine port and purchasing ourselves a bounty of good ingredients" The Captain made sure to stress this last point, urging the Old Man to stop his tantrum and prepare his famous hot dogs for the guest. Stirring a bowl of chili, he whistles to himself a song about what he would cook with such promised ingredients.
Motioning the Pirate to a seat, the Captain sat opposite of him. Nodding, she presents her question. "The first thing to know, is what do you truly seek?"
IC: *The pirate sits down.* "At the moment? Answers. Why arr ye wanted by the crown? What type of alliance do ye propose?"
Emiliano waves the Old Man aside. "Sithee, just a wee bit frustrated at our predicament. Good news though, I'm sure if this deal goes through we'll be sailing for a fine port and purchasing ourselves a bounty of good ingredients" The Captain made sure to stress this last point, urging the Old Man to stop his tantrum and prepare his famous hot dogs for the guest. Stirring a bowl of chili, he whistles to himself a song about what he would cook with such promised ingredients.
Motioning the Pirate to a seat, the Captain sat opposite of him. Nodding, she presents her question. "The first thing to know, is what do you truly seek?"
IC: *The pirate sits down.* "At the moment? Answers. Why arr ye wanted by the crown? What type of alliance do ye propose?"
At the mention of the Crown, Emiliano displays a rare sense of anger and impales her polished dirk into the oak table. Throwing a look at a nearby crew mate, she nods.
The crew mate quickly runs into the Captain's cabin, pulling out a chest. Unlocking it in front of them, the crew mate hands Emiliano a scroll yellowed with age. Emiliano nods again in thanks before turning back to the Pirate.
Unfurling the scroll, she lifts it near her head. Controlling the fury in her voice, the Captain speaks. "It was written years before our time that the Graciela family would be known as a neutral party sailing the seas to heal the injuries of all and if need be restore justice when those who should look away. We were respected. This law was respected. Now all of it has gone to waste with enough whispers from those who fear their deeds exposed."
The Captain grows calm, allowing a silent, still pause. Nothing but the waves dashing across the sea could be heard.
Taking a deep breath, Emiliano rolls up the scroll and places it back in the chest. "I do not expect heroics born out of the kindness of thine heart, but if the seas are to be free for all, then the one behind these whispers must be stopped." Reaching for her hat, she plucks off a black feather and hands it to the Pirate. "Are you familiar with Captain Varrow?"
IC: *The pirate sits down.* "At the moment? Answers. Why arr ye wanted by the crown? What type of alliance do ye propose?"
At the mention of the Crown, Emiliano displays a rare sense of anger and impales her polished dirk into the oak table. Throwing a look at a nearby crew mate, she nods.
The crew mate quickly runs into the Captain's cabin, pulling out a chest. Unlocking it in front of them, the crew mate hands Emiliano a scroll yellowed with age. Emiliano nods again in thanks before turning back to the Pirate.
Unfurling the scroll, she lifts it near her head. Controlling the fury in her voice, the Captain speaks. "It was written years before our time that the Graciela family would be known as a neutral party sailing the seas to heal the injuries of all and if need be restore justice when those who should look away. We were respected. This law was respected. Now all of it has gone to waste with enough whispers from those who fear their deeds exposed."
The Captain grows calm, allowing a silent, still pause. Nothing but the waves dashing across the sea could be heard.
Taking a deep breath, Emiliano rolls up the scroll and places it back in the chest. "I do not expect heroics born out of the kindness of thine heart, but if the seas are to be free for all, then the one behind these whispers must be stopped." Reaching for her hat, she plucks off a black feather and hands it to the Pirate. "Are you familiar with Captain Varrow?"
IC: *The pirate visibly jumps when she stabs her dirk into the table. He grimly nods after she's done.* "Aye, the infamous Vulture Captain. 'E has a veritable fleet, tempting with all the supplies, but ah've known men that crossed him... never heard from 'em again."
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