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Author Topic: Chapter Two - All Aboard!  (Read 41449 times)
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« Reply #45 on: February 27, 2009, 04:36:05 AM »

Fionn silently thanked the moody ma- Malavon! That was it! –silently thanked Malavon for his charitable, if arrogant and slightly disturbing, words to the captain, which made her feel a bit less exposed. Nonetheless, she was still reminding herself to breathe when the sailor (who did, it turned out, have a nice smile), whispered a rushed thank you, causing her to grin childishly, an expression that didn’t quite leave her face as the doctor addressed Ylva and herself.

Ylva’s reply contained only a few words that meant anything much to Fionn, the foremost of those being “army”. Had she seen battles? The oldest stories had battles in, concerning the Great ones, and they didn’t sound nice. But surely a doctor could learn a lot from a place with such a ready supply of injuries?

But I’ve had a lot less experience than that, and a lot less training: mopping up after brawls and pulling teeth barely counts as a specialism.


“Nothing as fancy as that as far as I’m concerned, sir. Street doctoring, mainly, for the kinds of people who’re too desperate or too embarrassed to care that their doctor is half their height and can’t see them if they stand in the wrong place.”
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« Reply #46 on: February 27, 2009, 12:23:56 PM »

Captain Fjorwek dealt with Rhia's untimely upset quite smoothly, having the -cabin boy?- clean it up. And the way he gave her that bit of suave advice! "Please, have some bread, it might help calm your stomach." So romantic! Was that the fervor of attraction smoldering behind those inscrutable eyes?

Fjorwek gave her another glance of what Rhia -and Rhia, mind you- interpreted to be interest. "Those that don't fit into either category can move between the two."

The captain stood smartly and addressed the group once more. "Firstly, I'd like to point out that this ship, indeed, any ship, runs according to discipline..." Rhia's attention wandered. Yes, yes... I'm the boss, you have to obey me, no questions asked... His second point captured her interest more, however.
  
"Secondly, you will take your meals here, and at the end of the day we will meet here to relax, chat, and generally unwind." He turned his blue sky eyes on Rhia. "I hear that you play music, Rhia? I'd very much like to play with you, though I must confess, my own ability is somewhat limited."

Rhia felt nothing short of elation- to be playing music with him!
  
"And finally, if any of my crew give you, how to say, unwanted attention, and I'm referring mainly to the ladies among you, then please inform me at once!  I won't stand for any leching on board the Arrow," he said firmly. This stern statment only raised him in Rhia's already exaggerated regard for him.

Fjorwek and a few of the others engaged in a conversation that had a hostile undertone to it on the part of the captain and Malavon. Rhia, however, was oblivous to what the others were saying, concentrating on what piece she should play with the captain. What were they saying? Something about irons and clapping? The first thing that came to mind about irons was rusting, and the only clapping Rhia wanted to hear was that of her audiences. But at length the captain directed them into two groups- the "warriors" and the "healers".

Rhia was startled out of her reveries by a whisper in her ear. To her delighted surprise, it was the captain. "Take my advice, and stay with the doctor." He strode briskly out of the cabin, leaving her staring at his receding back. Stay with the doctor? Easy enough, as the fighting group was going to the main deck with the lieutenant, and the doctor was staying right where he was.

"So," began the doctor as the others left. "Ylva and Fionn. I’ve been told that you’re both fellow healers. I hope to learn much from you over the coming days. But first, what are your areas of expertise?"

Expertise? Fionn and Ylva made intelligent answers while Rhia stood there, wordless. What could she possibly say? Luckily for her, the doctor had only named the hazel-eyed lady and the child-like one, so she technically didn't have to answer. That was good, because technically, she wasn't going to say anything unless absolutely necessary.
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« Reply #47 on: February 27, 2009, 04:19:59 PM »

Hylphán nodded slightly to the captain when he indicated that Hylphán was free to choose which group he joined.  "I appreciate that Captain, but as I have not been very active lately I believe I will join Lieutenant Ustaskjan's group - that is if no one objects."  Looking squarely at the lieutenant, with a slight grin forming, he said "I could use a good workout."  Still looking at the lieutenant, he pulled off his cloak, laid it on his baggage, and  asked "Shall we?" as he slightly bowed and indicated the door with his outstretched hand.
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« Reply #48 on: February 28, 2009, 04:59:42 AM »

Fu felt his body and head roll to and fro. A warm hand was holding his shoulder and jiggled him about. The back of his head felt as if it had been blown up to the size of a baneg's, and all out of proportion, too. It hurt terribly. The wizard had only partly woken up, and found it hard to think anything clearly -- as if a dense fog had descended on his mind. “What? Be letting a tired man be sleeping, hear ye? What?”, he mumbled, more than a tad morosely. “’Tis surely not be demanding too much …” – and at this point, just enough of the fog lifted for Fu to come to a realization. He was not in an inn, and this was not an impatient innkeeper shaking him.

The wizard opened his eyes and turned his head, and looked into a sunburned face and round blue eyes. Instinctively shocked at being woken up by a stranger, Fu pulled his hands to a place near his shoulders and tried to push himself up. But his left hand slipped on something wet, and the wizard’s head bumped onto the floor again. There was a heavy weight on his back, too. Was this man holding him down? Fu wriggled about to turn his body sideways. Oh, his throbbing head didn’t enjoy the commotion at all. But at least Fu could see both of the man’s hands now. Big hands, they were. A memory wanted to pierce the mind-fog, but it didn’t make it through. The room behind the stranger was dimly lit, and seemed to be stuffed with caskets, tubs and crates. Fu blinked befuddledly, and tried to say in his politest voice – although it came out as a miserable croak that was hardly louder than a whisper: “Prithee, master, I should be profoundly indebted to you indeed if, um ...” Words failed the wizard. Had the other even been able to hear, let alone understand his sentence? It was difficult to direct his tongue, which felt dry and rough like a piece of leather after a sandstorm. ("How do I know what a piece of leather feels like after a sandstorm?", wondered Fu.) There was an awful taste in his mouth, too. Gathering his strength, Fu tried to speak up when he put his concern more simply: ”Please, where be I?”

As he waited for a reply, Fu tried to lift himself into an upright position once again, and realized why his back felt so heavy. His knapsack was strapped to it! He had never reached an inn last night, had he?
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« Reply #49 on: March 01, 2009, 01:53:45 AM »

   Lieutenant Ustaskjan breathed in deeply as she emerged onto the upper-deck, filling her lungs with the invigorating sea-air.  The sails were in full-bloom, and the Southern Arrow was romping away at a fair rate of knots.  The deep blue sea parted before her, sending a herd of white stallions galloping along her bows.  The fog had all but gone, and Injera’s golden face was framed by a brilliant sky.  “Why, it’s a beautiful day to be alive,” the lieutenant thought to herself, as she watched the crew go about their business in a navy-like fashion.  Their discipline and attention to detail filled the militarised woman’s heart with joy.
   Then she turned her attention to the small group that she had been instructed to work with, and her heart began to sink.  Two of them looked like something the cat had dragged in, and the unmistakeable smell of liquor on their breath didn’t do much to draw any pity from her.  A hang-over was, undoubtedly, a self-inflicted injury; as was sunburn, and all the various, vile sexual diseases that sailors seemed to be so fond of catching.  Three of them carried bows, which would be useless in a strong wind, and the fourth looked like he’d rather be skulking around dark alleyways, sticking knives in peoples’ backs, than engaging in an honest, face-to-face fight!  Still, she had no doubt that they were all talented in their own ways, and she very much wanted to see what they could do.
   “Right, good morning, men!” she barked.  “We don’t mean to turn you into sailors, so there’s no need to worry on that score!  But we don’t want you idling, either, so let’s get to work!”  The lieutenant pointed down the boat.  She knew that a complete circuit of the upper-deck was about two dash, and to her mind, there was no better way to get warmed up than a brisk run.  “We’ll do thirteen laps of the deck.  After the first one, stop here,” she stamped on the spot where they were now assembled, “drop, and give me thirteen push-ups.  Then carry on running.  After the second lap, stop here again, and give me twelve.  And so on; I think you get the idea!  Let’s see who can do it fastest!”  She didn’t wait to see their reactions; instead, she sprinted off along the deck.

   “A cleric; oh, dear!  How unfortunate.  Whatever you do, don’t tell the captain!  If there’s one thing worse than a woman, it’s a cleric!  It’s just a good thing that you don’t have red hair!  My, my, now that would be awful!”  Doctor Jorek lifted his hands into the air before him, and twiddled his fingers around in a slightly absurd manner.  “Oh!  But I must sound terribly rude!  I don’t mean that women are awful!  No, no, no; not at all!  But sailors’ are an incurably superstitious folk, you see.  Red-heads, clerics, and women are all considered unlucky to have on-board.  Unless they’re naked, of course.  The women, I mean.  Yes, I’m sure that if you were naked, then the men wouldn’t mind at all!  Having said that, the captain does seem to have got used to having the fairer sex aboard.”  The doctor glanced around the room somewhat slyly, then lowered his voice to a whisper, “if you can call the lieutenant ‘fair’, that is!  I’ve no doubt that she’s got your unfortunate companions punching each other in the head by now, or pulling nails out of the planking with their teeth; she seems to enjoy that kind of thing.  Maybe we’ll get to work on some of them later?”  A quick rubbing of the hands ensued as the doctor apparently thought of something appealing.  “I wonder if she’ll have them using the live blades today?  I’m sure that’d provide us with some excellent training on how to deal with flesh wounds!  But you must have had plenty of experience of that already, Ylva?  The army, indeed!  How wonderful!  And Fionn!  I’m so happy to meet such a noble-minded practitioner!  I can’t admire your attitude enough!  You see, we could all do with your humility!”
   Doctor Jorek smiled broadly, and looked up at his third guest.  “Ah, Rhia, I think you made the right choice!  As long as you’re not afraid of blood, of course!  I do hope that you can learn something useful during your time with us.  Maybe we should begin by relocating to the sick-bay?  I’ve a few malingerers in there at the moment, as well as some genuine cases, of course.  Oh!  And you’ll get to meet Lady Shiana!  How delightful!  Come along!  I’m sure you can hardly wait!”
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« Reply #50 on: March 01, 2009, 02:12:56 AM »

Royce watched as land disappeared, all the while listening to the lieutenant begin barking orders at them.  He was used to taking orders, but the rest of them?  A grin crossed his face at the thought of them trying to adjust to disciplined life.  It would be good for them.  It would teach them something.  It would-

What!?!  Royce spun about, a look of disbelief covering his weathered features.  Running and push ups?  This wasn't what he expected.  What, did she think they were raw recruits in need of some type of training camp?  They were on a boat!  He expected to do... boaty things.  Hoist a sail... rig the mizzens... something.  But running and push ups?

"Whoa whoa, lady!  I'm too old..."
his voice trailed off as she started her run.  Swearing, he began to chase her, trying to yell out for her to stop. "Hey!  Hey!!"  Dammit.

Three quarters around the ship, the lieutenant was outdistancing him by a good deal, and his knee was beginning to ache.  As well, his breath was becoming laboured, threatening to send him to the rail in another round of heaving.  Discouraged, he stopped and panted. 

The one advantage of a round boat; she'd be back this way again.
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« Reply #51 on: March 01, 2009, 02:59:24 PM »

     Hylphán quickly and naturally fell into a fast ground eating pace that, he knew from experience, he could keep up for at least half the morning before requiring a rest stop.  As the deck slid by beneath his feet, he thought about how nice it was to have a brisk, cool, breeze this morning.  He knew the rest would appreciate the cooling effect as the training session wore on.  To him the salt laden wind in his face was a welcome, familiar friend.  It meant that the ship was doing what it was built for - what he had in his blood - sailing fast and true.  The destination didn't matter to a ship like the Arrow, or a sailor like Hylphán.  The passage itself was the reason for existence.  He  could feel the shivering of the deck, as the wind strained against the sails, sending vibrations down through the masts and the taut lines of the rigging.  The ship felt alive beneath his feet.
     As he followed the lieutenant, slightly behind and a half step to the left, he watched as the crew worked around them.  This bunch knew their jobs well, and were disciplined in their work.  After watching them for a few laps, he knew that the lieutenant had each on a very rigid schedule of duties, and a very tight timetable.  She definitely ran a tight ship, with a seasoned crew - except for that one man this morning... he must be very new at the job.
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« Reply #52 on: March 02, 2009, 03:18:33 AM »

Mallorix looked at the small man after he had asked a few questions. He asked them as if he didn't know what had happened the previous day. Mallorix told him:
"You're on the Southern Arrow. It just left the docks, and I came here to check on you. You should eat."
Mallorix held out the bread and cheese that he had saved, along with a canteen of water.
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« Reply #53 on: March 02, 2009, 07:52:34 AM »

His throbbing head and general confusion made it hard for Fu to concentrate on what the stranger was saying. His voice reached the wizard’s ears as if through the noise of a waterfall. And the substance of what he said at first didn’t make sense to Fu, either. I be on an arrow?”  he thought. “What is that supposed to be meaning? Be this some metaphor?”

“You should eat.”  Now, that was true! But even more than in the bread and cheese – which the stranger, impressively, both held in his huge left hand – Fu was interested in the water bottle that the man offered with his right. Fu sat up completely, wriggled out of his rucksack, grabbed the canteen, and drank greedily, so that the spilling water made little shiny lines running down his dusty chin. ”I thank you,” the wizard managed to say, his voice somewhat restored. He also managed a smile, and looked his benefactor in the eye.

Fu would think about this moment often and for a long time afterwards, for it was now that his mind-fog cleared, so that he became aware of many sensations all at once, all of them vying for the wizard’s attention. There was a strange thumping noise from above – like severe hail on the wooden roof of a cottage. A beam of light as if from a small, round window in the opposite wall. The putrid smell of sick, and the evidence of its source on his own hand (the one that held the water bottle). Finally, Fu noticed that his body was softly rocking from side to side. Just as if I was on a boat, he thought. And then the su dropped.

The wizard’s eyes widened, his nostrils began to quiver, and his hand dropped the water bottle. “Forgive!”, he managed to say, while the water spilled and his thoughts ran wild. The ruffians, the walk on the wind, the cargo hold, the rat rider and his rat, the sailor – with big hands, it’s the very same man! – the hatch, the knock, the darkness! Fu looked at the sailor, who didn’t seem unfriendly. ”Please, I must be getting on land. I be here by error, I can explain, I was being running … I beseech ye, I …” While desperately trying to think of the best way to put his case to the sailor, Fu tried to get up. He attempted to use his right hand (the one not damp with half-dried vomit) to push himself off the ground, but felt a sharp pain in his middle finger and pulled it back up. “Ouch!”  Distractedly, the wizard looked down. He had incurred a splinter – the wood was rough and full of scrapes and scuffs around where his hand had just been. In fact, these scruffs were arranged in what seemed to be an oddly methodical manner. But this was not the time to explore splinters and wooden floors. Still quite weak, and not really feeling like getting up anyway, Fu decided to merely look up at the stranger again and say simply: ”My name be Fu Luft. And I be thinking I be owing ye an explanation. But I beseech ye, I be having no business here. Will ye be letting me off the ship?”
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« Reply #54 on: March 03, 2009, 03:40:55 PM »

What a day this was starting to be to Mal , first he had to sail to some forgotten place with a group of people that he didn´t like , since most of them were , in Malavon opinion righteous goody doers , next he learned he had to answer to three people the captain , the lieutenant and even to a doctor , oh his hands were starting to twitch with irritation and now the lieutenant started to bark orders , something about running laps and push ups .
Before he could say anything , the woman started to run followed by Royce and the half elf Hylphán , not waiting to be the last , Mal run after them not giving a second look to the dwarf , although a humorous smile appeared on his face as he imagined the dwarf running with his short legs of him .

Deliberately staying behind the two older mans , Mal observed them , while Hylphán seemed to keep up , Royce forces started to disappear , stopping , Malavon passed by him picking up the pace , after all he probably was the quickest of them all , not only he had elf blood but his train made him extremely agile and  quick , catching up with Hylphán he looked as the woman was in front of him , too bad she couldn´t hear him , the curses mouth was speaking were so vile that even a pirate would blush , something concerning her mother and a sea turtle ....   
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« Reply #55 on: March 05, 2009, 12:37:05 AM »

Mallorix saw the man trying to get up after greedily taking the water, and then hastily dropping it. The man fell, and he told Mallorix that his name was Fu Luft. He asked to be let off the ship. Mallorix replied to his question.
"Well, you see, the ship has already left the harbour. You can't get off, unless you can swim very far. Can you?"
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« Reply #56 on: March 05, 2009, 07:44:32 PM »

  Lieutenant Ustaskjan was drawing near to the completion of her second lap, when she noticed one of the men trying to get her attention.  He seemed a little out-of-breath, and he didn't look too happy.
   "What's wrong?" she asked simply when she got close to him.  "Not tired already, are you?"

   Meanwhile, the doctor had led his group to the stern of the ship, and into the sick-bay.  It was a fairly cramped room, but clean and orderly, none-the-less.  A curious aroma hung heavy in the air; the result of a mixture of odours.  Soft groans could be heard coming from some of the bunks, and the incoherent ramblings of a lost soul formed a kind of morbid background music.
   "Ah!" the doctor said when he caught sight of a younger man, who was busy attending to a sickly-sailor.  "Young Jameson!  Say 'hello' to our guests; Rhia, Ylva, and Fionn."  The young man looked up from his work, and greeted the three ladies in turn.
   "And how's our patient today?"
   Jameson moved closer to the doctor, and shook his head slightly; his face a picture of gloom.
   "I'm afraid it's got worse, sir," he said softly.  "I think it must be coming off; and right soon, too."  A tortured moan came from the nearby bunk, as if its unhappy occupant could hear what was being said.
   "Excellet!" Doctor Jorek exclaimed, clapping his hands together.  "At least it's progress, of a sort.  We can have it off in next to no time!  Have you told Mr Sonis, yet?"
   "Yes, sir; I was telling him my opinion on the matter just as you walked in."
   "I trust you were sensitive about it?" the doctor enquired.
   "Of course, sir.  Like you always say, it don't do no good making it sound worse than it is."
   "That's absolutely right," the doctor said with a smile.  "You see ladies, the loss of a leg is quite an unfortunate thing, and the patient's peace of mind has to be of the utmost importance.  Why, you should never say to him, with saw in hand, 'right my old chap, off it comes!  'tis only a leg, and afterall, you've always got another!'  No, no, no!  That would never do.  You should show some sensitivity; a little tact.  And, if you don't have the means to put him to sleep, you should never bring the tools out until the very last second.  A calm patient is much easier to work with.  But, rules of cleanliness apply on board a ship just as much as anywhere else; let's scrub-up!"
   Doctor Jorek indicated a bucket of water which was close-by; a bar of soap lay next to it.  Then, after thoroughly cleansing his hands and arms, he waited for the others to follow his lead.  Once they had, he asked his three guests a question.
   "Now, then, ladies.  For an amputation such as this, on a healthy male of about thirty years; what would you use to put him to sleep, or dull the pain?"
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« Reply #57 on: March 06, 2009, 05:09:41 AM »

“The ship be moving? Oh, Grothar blow me home! Swim? Why, yes, I can swim. I better be going at once, before it be too late! Thank ye, master.” And with this, Fu finally got up. In the process, his hat fell off, and came to land on the floor behind him. This the wizard didn’t notice, but he did start rubbing the gunk that still stuck to his left hand off at his trouser leg. As soon as he stood, though, Fu felt what he had learned to recognize as the heaviness of the earth ounía gaining influence over his body. A weightiness and dullness seemed to pull his body downwards. The wizard felt the urge to close his eyes, and, his head heavily pulsating, seemed to loose control of his limbs. He was close to fainting.

Making a staggering step, Fu slipped on the water bottle he had dropped earlier, which in consequence skidded across the floor, as far as a few brownie steps are long. Fu himself toppled forwards, and just managed to halt his fall by holding on to a tall barrel. There he leaned, and took a few blinks, until he felt the blood returning to his head. “I must be swimming,” mumbled the knackered wizard. And then added, in a louder voice, to the sailor: “Be ye the captain, master? Where be the ship going?”

While Fu was steadying himself, and waiting for an answer, he heard the noise from above again: like hail on a wooden roof – or maybe like quick footsteps? “What be that noise, do ye know? What be happening?” he asked. It occurred to Fu that he had little idea of how big this ship was. How many people would be up there? And would they just let him swim on land without questioning? Still, Fu was too eager to leave to worry too much about this, and while he was asking his questions, made a motion to step past the sailor, in the direction of the ladder which would lead him outside. In his befuddled state, however, he didn’t notice that his rucksack was still lying on the floor, or that his green hat was lying beside it. As the light from the porthole fell on the wizard’s face, his drained state of mind and body would be obvious to any but the most careless observer. There was also something strange about his hairstyle: a strain of hair was clearly missing above his left ear, where the mud rat brownie had appropriated the resources offered by Fu’s sleeping body.

        ……

The water bottle, after skidding across the floor, had come to rest so that its opening end pointed directly at Kaska’s “fetch/find/gather/collect”-rune, leaving the other runes and the carved picture visible (all of which Fu, of course, had failed to recognize as the rat rider’s work). The water that had spilled from the bottle had formed a puddle, which had just stopped short of touching the rat brownie’s carvings, so that the patch of damp it left behind looked rather like a lake, with the carvings forming one part of its shore.
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« Reply #58 on: March 08, 2009, 03:08:49 AM »

Royce stood at the rail, staring out to sea, awaiting the arrival of the lieutenant. The smell of the sea, the spray on his face, was something he was not too familiar with.  When she had done the first circuit of the ship and had gotten closer to him, he stepped away from the rail, forcing her to notice him.  He stood, arms crossed across his chest.

She addressed him as she got closer. 

"Well, I'm no longer a young man, there girl.  But, more than that, I have a knee that will not handle the stress of running aboard a vessel that keeps pitching in the waves.  I would do better on dry land.  I would hope that in any given situation, a good mind, and experience will result in a situation where we do not have to run so far.  If you insist, I can do the push ups.  My arms are very strong."  Years of smithing had given him an above average chest and arm endurance.

He waved a hand to the ship's rigging. "I'll gladly do other chores to earn my keep aboard your ship.  I'll learn how to hoist the sails, or do any carpentry work you need done, but I will not, can not, spend my days running in circles on this boat."  His voice was firm on this.  If she wanted to, she could have the captain turn this ship around and head back to port.
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« Reply #59 on: March 08, 2009, 04:58:55 AM »

Mallorix shook his head at the weak man walking about.
"Look, this ship is going to Queen's Harbour. I don't know what the Captain, or his lieutenant, or even the first mate will do to you. Either you'll be thrown overboard, or you'll be clapped in irons. I don't know if I should help you, but you seem like you won't do any harm. Just keep quiet and hide here. Maybe they won't find you."
Mallorix left the bread and cheese and walked back to the ladder leading to the hatch.
"Goodbye, Fu. I hope you can hide well."
He then opened the hatch a crack, looked around, and climbed out. He walked to his quarters, so he could rest.
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"I despise merchants. All of them are fat, rich men who yell about things and take your money."
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