Ah, I see.
Lack of freedom, I'd assume. -looks out one of the windows- One can't find much of that in the military. That's why I turned it down myself.
'Twere a rhetorical question, lad.
The Danse Macabre CodexOf course...-looking back- So, when are we scheduled to make land, sir?
Thanks to them thar delays, once Ah loose the elemental we should reach arr destination by midday, providin', o' course, that this be the last o' them bone reefs.
The Danse Macabre CodexI should hope so. Though I'm reminded of an area usually plagued by storms between the island and our location. If we sail straight through it we may may not come back out in one piece.
Hmm...mayhap we should be puttin' it to a vote. What say ye, lads? Do we go through them thar storms, or around 'em?
The Danse Macabre CodexGorgon: Around might take longer, but aye wouldn't risk evr'yone here dying.
Usually here.Yah, if we sail around, we'll be bound to run into some form o' trouble or anuther.
Sounds sensible to me. I say around.
edited 2nd Jul '10 7:36:58 AM by Arcolops
...Agreed. Around we be sailin'.
-stands-
set the sails, lads! we be alterin' arr course ta go 'round them thar storms!
The Danse Macabre CodexIt may definitely be a long detour there now. -goes to open the sails-
-climbs up the mast- I see dark clouds!
-runs to the barrel-
It be a good thing that ah didn't have time to cork this thar barrel up!
-pries off the lid, loosing the elemental-
To cover, lads! If'n a storm be brewin', the elemental will be helpin' us to plow thru it!
The Danse Macabre CodexCaptain, are you sure the ship can handle another round? Larger vessels than this have been ripped apart by these storms...
We're already bein' delayed enough by goin' 'round them thar storms ye mentioned! Anymore an me teeth Ah be tossing overboard!
The Danse Macabre CodexI'll toss this 'ere uglyfish into the sea fer luck!
-Does so.-
Sploosh!
-A black cloud appears on the horizon.-
Umm...I'll just use any spare wood we have to improve the ship's condition. I'd rather not be stranded at sea again.
-Looks at the clouds and rushes to find materials-
-looks out at the storm- Captain, we may have to weather it. The storm's moving faster than we can altar our course.
Yarr! Throw more uglyfish at it, it might placate the seas!!
-Hurls a bucket of uglyfish into the water. Rain immediately begins to fall, and the thundercloud grows ever closer.-
edited 7th Jul '10 12:34:45 PM by Chabal2
-looks up to the rain- Perfect.
-looks to the crew- Is the captain awake? We need someone to take the wheel.
-stares grimly out to sea- Arr, ye speak the truth, Master Keybreak.
Batton down belowdecks, lads, and be ready fer a long night! Ration the conserves, for I be not wantin' any o' ye to be wracked by scuvy!
The Danse Macabre CodexBut Cap'n! We need to keep throwin' uglyfish, how else will we calm the storm?
-Another bucket of uglyfish goes over the side, lightning flashes almost immediately afterwards. Thunder is heard, closer to the lightning strikes everytime.-
I'd have never imagined you to be a navy man, sir. Your mannerisms don't seem as...refined as most navy men.