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Contesting The Maw - Part 1
Dec. 8th, 2015 03:56 pmIt's taken a few days to get to this location within the realm of Minos.
The trip from Amber was done aboard a vessel that appeared seaworthy. It had a wide hull. If it were a femme, it would have 'all that'. Grand in width, matronly in age, but still knows how to move through the seas. Ruby had stocked the ship with basic provisions that looked better suited for fasting than opulence. Hard tack. Water. Rum. And a motley collection of sailors that look like they'd appreciate a full meal rather than the minimum. The most vocal complaint has been a lack of creature comforts. They've all got a 'look' and aren't chatty about where the ship is headed. This isn't their first voyage. But a judgemental soul would peg them as being not exactly first-draft choices. The type of sailors, both women and men, that have been kicked off of previous ships. And all as hard as the sea can make a person.
Ruby has stayed on deck as much as possible. Through sheer intimidation and size, she's captaining the crew while at the helm. No one has addressed her with a Minosian 'title'. There's the required 'Captain' but nothing so fabulous as a legitimate Captaincy. The seas have become steadily worse. A storm is on the horizon as they head deeper into Minosian waters. The deck heaves. Squawls and spray keeps everything constantly damp and horrid cold.
The name of the deep-keeled fluyt has been scraped and repainted so many times that it resembles a pock-marked dart board more than a moniker. Most of the crew refer to it as the 'Beast'. Which suited Ruby just fine. The swells of the ocean that the vessel rides and batters itself along have not been much of a challenge thus far, but with the storm, conditions are rapidly changing. All three masts of the ship and their seemingly innumerable lines creak when the environment becomes more forceful.
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The trip from Amber was done aboard a vessel that appeared seaworthy. It had a wide hull. If it were a femme, it would have 'all that'. Grand in width, matronly in age, but still knows how to move through the seas. Ruby had stocked the ship with basic provisions that looked better suited for fasting than opulence. Hard tack. Water. Rum. And a motley collection of sailors that look like they'd appreciate a full meal rather than the minimum. The most vocal complaint has been a lack of creature comforts. They've all got a 'look' and aren't chatty about where the ship is headed. This isn't their first voyage. But a judgemental soul would peg them as being not exactly first-draft choices. The type of sailors, both women and men, that have been kicked off of previous ships. And all as hard as the sea can make a person.
Ruby has stayed on deck as much as possible. Through sheer intimidation and size, she's captaining the crew while at the helm. No one has addressed her with a Minosian 'title'. There's the required 'Captain' but nothing so fabulous as a legitimate Captaincy. The seas have become steadily worse. A storm is on the horizon as they head deeper into Minosian waters. The deck heaves. Squawls and spray keeps everything constantly damp and horrid cold.
The name of the deep-keeled fluyt has been scraped and repainted so many times that it resembles a pock-marked dart board more than a moniker. Most of the crew refer to it as the 'Beast'. Which suited Ruby just fine. The swells of the ocean that the vessel rides and batters itself along have not been much of a challenge thus far, but with the storm, conditions are rapidly changing. All three masts of the ship and their seemingly innumerable lines creak when the environment becomes more forceful.
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