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Post by NovaTerra on Jan 2, 2019 23:20:09 GMT -6
The seas were choppy on this overcast day. Captain Lune watched the waves from the safety of the FishBreath’s Bars booth. She looked over her drink, through the window, and to the water where the waves white capped and clashed against the animal-less ships in the harbor. The FishBreath’s Bar was located at the very end of the pearl road that it could technically be called pearl’s ally way. FishBreath’s Bar is what greeted sailors and fishermen as they came in from the harbor, though there were none to speak of at the moment going to their boats today. Knowing the locals of Conquina, which she does, they’d be feeding their animals in the lagoon today. There were a handful of people scattered about drinking and the bartender, Jupiter. Jupiter was a large burly man that could pass as a bodybuilder a human if it wasn’t for his grey tail. Nobody knew if he was 5% rhino or 5% elephant, but everyone knew not to fuck with him. Captain Lune remembered a time back in grade school where she fought Jupiter and bit a nick off his ear. She reckoned that was the reason that he started working out as much as he did during his teens. They held no bad blood though. He got her back once when she was new to the navy and was in a bar fight at this very same bar. She didn’t remember much of it, but he dislocated her shoulder when dragging her out of there. She smiled to herself at the half-memories. ‘Some things never change.’ She thought.
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Post by thevirtuoso on Jan 9, 2019 23:30:31 GMT -6
Alexander rose as he always did: Uneasily and with a headache. He pulled himself from his bed, managing to kick over a liquor bottle he had been nursing the night before, spilling the little contents still left within the glass bottle onto the hard wooden floors of his cabin. "Fuck..that was my last bottle too.." He cursed quietly to himself. He picked the tipped over bottle up and placed it on his nightstand, grabbing the cap and screwing it on tight. The Lonesome captain stepped around his new mess, grabbing his pair of pants off the floor, giving them a cautionary sniff before pulling them on, buttoning and pulling the fly up. He repeated the routine with his shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up before grabbing his Vest from the coat hook by the door. Double checking his appearance in the mirror, Alexander rubbed his face and ran his hands through his coarse beard he had developed during this long journey, cursing himself for not taking better care of his hygiene while out to sea. He looked to the straight razor and cream sitting untouched on the small table next to the mirror, but turned and walked out the door, pushing the activity for another day. Pulling himself up the stairs and onto the main deck, Alexander looked out across the open, dark blue sea. He could see something in the distance, something he had been heading towards for a few days now since he had spotted it out of his spyglass. He set to the task of pulling up his anchor, made infinitely easier by the winch he had installed, fastening it to the side of the ship once it had been pulled up form the dark depths below. He made his way to the back of the ship, checking his fuel reserves that were growing increasingly smaller by the day. "Only two cans left of Whale Oil.." The Washed up inventor muttered to himself, picking up one of the cans and emptying the contents into the fuel port, before throwing the empty tin into the large pile that had formed over the several months of his journey. He flipped three switches to prime the engine before pulling a large handle affixed to the front, the deep rumble of the pistons kicking into action filling the small compartment. With that, Alexander left the engine room and made his way to the captain's wheel, steering the ship on a direct course for his target. Once sure of his direction and speed, he pulled out his Log, fetching a pen from his vest pocket and began writing.
Day 76: My resources grow ever smaller as time presses on. I fear I may run out of food and fuel before I make landfall onto another populated landmass. Worst of all, I fear I may run out of Spirits as well. Regardless, I must push on. My reputation not only as an inventor and innovator, but as a proud citizen of Anoxia are on the line with this expedition. As per usual, I will document any findings I make during the day with illustrations and small notes. As I reach the end of this journal, I will begin devising a way to have it sent back to my residence, and have them published... As the minutes turned to hours, Alexander capped his pen and closed his journal, venturing below deck to retrieve one of his rations, grabbing a piece of dried meet and a fresh bottle of liquor, bringing them back above deck and nearly dropping them at the sight that greet him upon his return: a dock, brimming with activity.
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Post by NovaTerra on Jan 10, 2019 1:59:21 GMT -6
As Captain Lune stared out of the window she saw some white clouds coming over the horizon. She squinted a little bit to try to get a better look but just couldn’t make it out for the life of her on this grey day.
“Oi, Jupiter,” Lune called out/half yelled as she slowly stood up and wiped the glass window.
“Are you seeing this?” She asked as the object slowly began to get a little clearer in her vision.
“What’s that look like to you?” She asked him as he came over, still cleaning a mug. He leaned toward the window and let in a deep inhale and exhale.
“Um… Some kind of ship?” He grunted in return.
“What kind? And what of the smoke?” She asked backing away from the window a bit.
“It’s hard to say. But looking at all that smoke there has to be a fire aboard this vessel.” Jupiter said almost concerned.
“How many printed shells do I owe you?” She asked as she fumbled through her pockets.
“Eight- er- just give to me later when this whole ordeal is over,” Jupiter said as he waves a hand for her to leave.
Captain Lune gives him a nod and goes outside to the slowly growing crowd of hybrid and people who are flocking to the docks who are looking at the ‘burning boat’. As Captain Lune prepare to whistle for the emergency crews/scouts who take dolphins out. Her first mate approaches her through the crowd and hails her down toward the end of the dock. She approached him and before Captain Lune could get a word out, first mate Gibraltar filled her in on what has happened so far.
“I saw it from the lagoons and sent the scouts out on dolphins to take care of the fire, but the passengers on board, all human by the way, said that they were ok and that there was no fire,” Gibraltar said.
“Odd.” She replied as she gazed at the slowly approaching ship.
“Not only that they thought our scouts needed a ride on their ship.” He added.
“Any other vessels like it?” Luna asked quickly and quietly.
“We don’t know ma’am.” He answered in the same manner.
“Keep eyes in the direction it came from for the next few weeks. There may be more and they may be hostile.” She said. “Have what’s left of my crew in plain clothes and blocking the crowds of the docks. Weapons are to be hidden. If they are friendly there’s no use scaring them.”
----- Hours later -----
The boat has docked and a man has just peered out of the boat. The dock is indeed bustling with Lunes men and women. And a crowd has gathered at the edge of the docks as if to welcome them or to gawk.
Waiting at the end of the dock is a human man with a bushy black beard adorned with a red ribbon (Gibraltar) and what appears to be a cross-dressing woman holding a dogs tail behind her back(Captain Lune). They stand at attention with welcoming smiles on their faces as they wait for whoever’s in charge to disembark.
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