There And Back To See How Far It Is.

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The line moves painfully slowly as you chat, behind you the queue still grows and you thank your good fortune for getting here early. Journey’s Rest begins to wake as time goes on, the taverns open their cellars and casks of ale are rolled down the street and delivered through the open portals in the floor. A huge four mast square rigger is towed through the breakwater and moored expertly by the local dock hands. Shortly after, the local floozies turn out in force to greet the crew, all races and genders appear to be catered for and their arrival is greeted with shouts and catcalls from the deck of the ship. All the while the ferryman rows from one side of the harbour to the other. In time Errol and the other members of the shore party return. Errol and another man carry a huge roll of sail cloth. Even the gnome Mr Gleambright drags a sledge laden with rope. They stop short of a large boxy ship riding high against the dock a few feet away from you and the rest of the line. (Visual Representation.) The shore party takes their supplies aboard and disappear from view. More time passes and some of the line is pointed towards the ship but many more are turned away heading to the nearest tavern for a pint of solace. After what seems like hours, the sun now firmly fixed in the sky and the morning’s chill beginning to burn off, your small group stands before the desk.

Now you have a clear view, you can see the smartly dressed man is a human dressed in a tight pressed dark blue uniform with white lace detailing on his cuffs and lapels as you approach he writes in a huge book, takes a sip of water from a plain glass and without looking up he calls in a bored sounding voice ”Next!” he then looks up and adds “One at a time please.”

Please decide which order you go in and answer the following questions.

”Full name?”

”Age.”

”Relevant experience.”


Male Half Orc Alchemist 8

The half orc with prominent tusks and simple sailor clothes, barefoot, goes first.
"Valaravans, 25 years, cook in the 'Demon whale' and the 'Lucky Tuna'. Have sailed since I can walk, and cooked since I have sailed, sir. Glad to be aboard. And they call me 'Salty'."


"Whist I admire your enthusiasm'Salty'. he makes air quotation marks and rolls his eyes. "your not in the Crew yet. Lets start again shall we" his tone almost dripping with contempt. "Valaravans, is that a first or surname? and you say you can cook; do you have any letters of reference?"


Female Half Elf Wizard/1

The half elf waits behind Salty, thumbing through some pages of a dog-eared book until her turn...

Elenia ... Elenia Caledor, 25, I worked in a form of clerk role for the other Wizards - they forget which spell components they take you see.
She pauses... A tiny monkey climbs out of her bag, scampering up to her shoulder and twitters in her ear. Elenia laughs and says.... "I should say, I've no ... Formal... experience on boats like Some of the others here... but I am well versed about their concept and I know how to hide a ship in fog from pirates or make the wind blow to see us on our way..." She laughs nervously and says... I can see a life on the wave has given good fortune to you. My Wizard college have given this letter of recommendation about my clerking for you to read through.... If you care to? Please... It's what I've dreamt of all my life... The call to be at sea.


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Making sure her hat's on at a jaunty angle, Nayli glowers at the bored-sounding man in the uniform. She finds herself behind the toothy-looking half-orc in the line and, rolling her eyes at the officer's questions, listens to Valaravan's responses. When her time comes, she steps up and places one hand on her hip while the other toys with her hair.

"My name is Nayli Belequa, I have no experience aboard ships, but I've experience taking orders, as long as they aren't damn foolish ones, and I know several knots from a previous profession. Is that all? No? Well, I don't see how age is relevant, but I'm twenty-three. Twenty-four in Pharast." She taps a foot impatiently and leans over, both hands on the desk. "Yellowjackets and hornets... Look, you know you want me on board, and the sooner we're done here, the sooner I can be free of this inanity. Do you have any other questions, or can I take my baggage aboard?"


Male Half Orc Alchemist 8

Valaravans makes a weird face, one that can mean anger, contempt or a lot of other emotions, but that the tusk obscure and me look more threatening.
"Valaravans is the only name, sir. And as for letter, no I don't. But I have this."
From a piece of cloth in his things he produces a small biscuit. He presents it to the man.
"This is all the recommendations I have, and that I need."


The man at the desk looks wholly unimpressed by Nayli "Life on a ship requires you to be strong." he points the end of his pen at a large barrel of ale waiting to be delivered into a cellar. "That barrel over there bring it to me please."


The man at the desk takes the letter Elenia "This merely states that you are in the journeyman phase of your training and you were employed in the college library" he sighs "It is however irrelevant I am the ships quartermaster and I need no clerk. Thank you for applying Good day. he looks down at his book and sighs "I'll tell you what." he spins the ledger to show Elenia "Tell me quickly how many people I have interviewed today and the percentage of people I have rejected. I will count to 20. go!"


Female Half Elf Wizard/1

The snotty faced, grumpy, obsequious, insolent little man starts counting.... 1... 2... 3....

Elenia quickly scans the list of names, not at all phased by the man's counting and says to him as he reaches 15.

" I think you'll find you interviewed 172 of us today and have offered jobs to 28... so 16%. With me, you will have offered 29 jobs so 16.8%. However, if you look here and here. She points to the ledger in front of the man.

You will find you interviewed the same person... twice. So at last count, you interviewed 171, took on 29 with me - 17% intake assuming all accepted the position and signed their contract."

She looks up with a smirk barely concealed on her face. "Any more questions, or may I board the ship?"


back to salty

The man tentatively takes the offered biscuit and takes a bite. If he liked the taste his face doesn't show it. The moment lingers for a long time at which point he says "We have a very good cook on board already and by employing you we will be one of the best fed ships in the fleet. You will however require a second name which will hence forth be Salt, so you will be Valaravans Salt, is this acceptable?" We will wait for the others to catch up a bit before continuing.

Elenia

The man stops counting and stares at the young Half-Elf. He spins the book around to face him and checks the lines that Elenia has pointed to. He looks up slowly and through gritted teeth he says "Well spotted, but that smug tone will have to go and quickly understand."
again we will wait a bit for the others


HP- 7/13 (+1 Rage), AC- 15, CMD 13, Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +3, Perception +3, Init +1 Half-Orc Skald (Dragon, Totemic)

The other tusked Half-Orc seemed to be utterly nonchalant about his place in the queue, smiling and waving others to go on ahead of him. Very tall and hardy looking rather than a brute of herculean strength, Morven made for quite a handsome Half-Orc, if he did say so himself. If he was worried about not making the cut because of a first come, first served bias, he showed no sign of it yet. A very youthful light green Half-Orc, barrel chested and with a pirate's bandana tightly wound around and over his head, the heavily-armed Morven eventually made his way to the desk. He spoke confidently, seeming utterly comfortable in his surroundings and favoring the clerk with a warm, genuine smile. He is impressively scarred and tattoo's are visible upon his bulky forearms. As he spoke, he tilted his down slightly in a deferential manner more akin to a diplomat than a warrior, despite his appearance telling of the contrary.

"My name is Morven Greigor."

"I have seen twenty summers."

"I've earnt my sea legs. Been fighting for seven years, sailing for four of 'em. Got my sea legs, know my way around a ship, a blade; even a bit of skald-magic; winds and healing, battle-songs to lift the men's spirits in a boarding action. Oh, and I can swim. I'm sure I don't need to tell you, sir; always tragic when a self-professed "sailor" drops like an anchor when he goes overboard..."


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Nayli looks at the barrel and then turns her gaze to the book-keeper. "You're bloody serious? The barrel isn't even meant for our ship, is it? And you're having every applicant do these pointless tasks?" She drops her bag, stretches and pops her back, and saunters over to the barrel.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Setting the barrel down with a noticeable thump, Nayli wipes her brow and nods at the man. "Alright, now you can get good and drunk, and I can get on board. Put your mark next to my name, and you can move on to the next one." She bends down to pick up her bag and leans against the table, shooting a wink at those behind her and dusting off her padded jacket.


The Man at the desk regards Morven as he speaks. "Finally someone with manners, I fear you may be over qualified we do our best to avoid pirates. Can you sing any Work Chanteys. The crew like the one about the 24 Halfling Harlots. Do you know any songs more how should I put this, appropriate?


the quartermaster raises an eyebrow when he sees how easily Nayli carries the barrel. "well it looks like being a liar has worked in your favor for once. I've not given a more "damn foolish" order and yet you still obeyed, that will serve you well. He smiles a greasy smile at Nayli "we don't need lap dogs on this voyage but we do need you to bark on command. You're hired."
right you are up to date with Salty and Elenia.


HP- 7/13 (+1 Rage), AC- 15, CMD 13, Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +3, Perception +3, Init +1 Half-Orc Skald (Dragon, Totemic)
DM_Judd wrote:

The Man at the desk regards Morven as he speaks. "Finally someone with manners, I fear you may be over qualified we do our best to avoid pirates. Can you sing any Work Chanteys. The crew like the one about the 24 Halfling Harlots. Do you know any songs more how should I put this, appropriate?

"No such thing as over-qualified with a willing soul, but you are most kind to say so! Hmm... I think I know a shanty that would suit; something I picked up from a Dwarf. Dour fellow, worshipper of Droskar, God of Toil. Alternatively..." Morven said, leaving the word hanging as he grasped the hilt of his leather whip, uncoiling it and giving it a little flourish for show.

"I'm more than capable of doling out the stick, as well as the carrot, officers permitting of course."


"Ha! I like you Morvan. But the Captain is the only one who wields the 'stick' as you put it." His smile fades suddenly. "Unsanctioned fighting is prohibited among the crew. That being said you may join the them."

You are also caught up.


M Elf Oracle (waves) 1

The still crisply dressed but weathered elf steps forward with a neutral expression on his face. Seeing the others before him get tested in some way wasn't a surprise, but it didn't make him nervous. If this ship frequented this port, the reputation of his clan should precede him. If it did not, he was prepared for that.

Mirandir Waverider of the Falmalinnar Clan. This is my One-hundred-and twenty fifth summer. While I have not been on a ship of this size aside from a short voyage, I have extensive experience on smaller craft. Beyond that, I speak to sea and she speaks back. Mirandir glanced down at his holy symbol in the process.


Female Human Ranger (Trapper/Freebooter) 1 | HP 8/11 | AC 13/11/12 | F +3 R +3 W +1 | CMD 14 | Init +1 | Percep +7 (or +8 vs. traps) | Sense Motive +8 | Status: fine

Sorry for the delay! The paizo site was down for maintenance both times I was free to post yesterday.

As she moves closer to the front of the line, Joan hangs back just a bit, carefully observing the quartermaster.

DM, could my previous rolls from the recruitment thread possibly count for this purpose?

Joan tries to learn more about the quartermaster:

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Profession (Porter): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
What does the interviewer look like (age/physical features)?
What might his role on the ship be? (quartermaster, yes, but what level of authority or specific duties in this case? His relationship to the porter(s)?)
What is his general attitude? (I've got an idea from the RP, but is there any not-obvious desire of his that Joan could pick up on with that perfect 20 sense motive? Any need she could anticipate for him?)
If you'd rather not use any of this, GM, no problem.
Thanks!

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When it's her turn, she steps up sharply, nodding in a crisp manner, but adding a pleasant smile.

"My name's Joan Porter, Mr. Quartermaster, sir. I've lived twenty years and spent the majority of them at sea. My father was a ship's porter before me, and I learned the job from him. I'm good at following orders, anticipating orders, and making sure everyone has what they need as soon as they need it, if not before. I can fall into line or rally a crew, depending on the need. I'm more comfortable on a ship than anywhere else."

She glances at the Lady Sue rocking gently on the swells of the waves and grins.

"I'm good at both climbing and swimming. I'm stronger than I look and can carry a heavy load. I keep my nose out of trouble, my fists out of fights, and my mouth shut when prudent. I'm good at disabling or fixing minor mechanical devices as the need arises, and I carry my own tools. I can defend myself capably and would be an asset if the Lady Sue were ever boarded by any of those awful, unlawful pirates. In fact, I helped the Mariner's Promise repel just such a boarding last year, and I have a recommendation letter from Captain James Quillfeather attesting to that fact. I also have a souvenir."

Joan lets her hand caress the hilt of the cutlass tucked in her belt, then produces the letter for the quartermaster to peruse.

"I'm a hard worker, and I do my job with a smile, unless the officers would prefer otherwise. Most say I'm pleasant company. I can also cover the jobs of others when necessary. I'm a good lookout, a fair deck hand, and I can treat injuries or wounds in a pinch. I've heard quite a bit about this exotic port of St. Valeros, and I'm very interested in seeing it for myself, so if my skill set sounds useful to you, I hope you'll be hiring me. I'd be happy to give any desired demonstrations of skill or ability, sir."

Joan concludes with a humble smile, and stands ready for instructions.

Charisma: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

LOL, nice!

Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Sense Motive DC 24:

Joan probably doesn't have as much respect for the law as she pretends to, and she's definitely not humble, but she's mostly telling the truth.


The man listens intensely to Mirandir and looks puzzled. "Yes of course I am familiar with the Falmalinnar clan they are one of the Collation's sponsors, but they normally just send a representative directly to the captain. What I mean to say is, why did you queue up?" he stares at the elf for a heartbeat before his face slowly shows signs of comprehension. "Ahhh. Are you or your pilgrimage or coming of age ritual? If so by all means join the crew but don't expect special treatment you will work just like the rest of the crew."


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With your rolls I can tell you:

Perception:
The Quartermaster is average height, has dark hair with a reddish hue, he appears to be immaculately presented. Nails cut, hair combed, clean face and hands. the desk on further inspection is not a desk but merely a table top placed between 2 storage crates. on the desk is 2 pens and an inkwell these are of a good quality but not ornate and have seen fairly extensive use. on the table also has a glass full of water again its nicely made but practical and a pewter jug which has the initials A.S engraved into it. Other than that most of the desk is taken up with a huge ledger in which he is recording the outcomes of all his interviews. He dose't appear to be armed.

Profession (porter):
In your past experience the Quartermaster has been responsible for the logging and distribution of the ships supplies and also is in charge of the ships cargo. His rank is about 3rd in command, behind captain and Master of sail(1st Mate) but fractionally ahead of the boatswain (although he wouldn't order the boatswain around) his duties also extend to the payment of the ships crew.

The duties of a porter vary wildly from ship to ship you are essentially a servant to the officers on the ship.

Sense motive:
The man appears to be board and tired. however you are sure that he is taking his task seriously and doing his job to the best of his abilities. you are confident that he is genuine.
Just like I asked you to do, I give all my NPC's 3 words to describe their characters. Now I wont tell you these yet because you've only just met the guy. I hope you will be able to guess after a time and a couple more rolls. If you disagree with me when and if you find these out then I guess I failed.

It's diplomacy rather than charisma but same difference. Also I'm not sure what you are trying to bluff however...

The man steeples his fingers and exhales slowly "Ships Porter eh? Well I won't refuse a volunteer as qualified as yourself for that role, I will say however that it is perhaps the toughest position available. The captain is a known perfectionist and had a remarkably short temper."


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To each of you in turn and as if reading from a script the man says:
”Ok. By accepting this agreement you understand that you are employed by the Western Trade Collation hereby referred to as the employer and agree to abide by the command structure and officers of the employer. You are under the direct authority of Captain Demelza Loophook and her officers. For work completed you will receive 15 silver pieces per day plus bonuses for perceived good work to be paid upon successful completion of the voyage. In the event of your demise you forfeit your share and any bonuses accrued back to the employer. The employer will provide you with food and equipment to enable you to fulfil your tasks whist on board we will also provide you with 2 spare changes of clothing these will be returned in a good state or their cost will be deducted from your final pay as will the cost of any unreasonable damage to tools or equipment.” He takes a breath.

“Is that understood? Sign here.” He spins the book in front of him and points at a box in the ledger.

Assuming you all sign.

“Right. My name is Mr Stokes you will refer to me as Mr Stokes and Mr Stokes only. Make your way onto the ship.” he points to the boxy ship. “Stow your gear.”he gestures in a wide circle around you. “you will not require your weapons and armour at this time. Then please report to:

Morvan:
Ms Avalon on the sailing deck.”
Elenia:
Myself in the cargo hold once I have finished here. Until then go and see if Mr Gleambright needs any help on the main deck.”
Joan:
Captain Loophook in her cabin.”
Salty:
Mr Winter in the mess.”
Mirandir:
Ms Avalon on the sailing deck.”
Nayli:
Mr Gleambright on the Main deck.”

As you step onto the ship you hear a familiar voice saying “Do you know who I am? The captain is expecting me.” You turn just in time to see two burly sailors carrying Thomas away from the desk he finally pleads ”You don’t understand I need to leave here.” Now several feet away from the desk Thomas shakes free of the sailors and runs towards the large Square rigged ship the last thing you hear from him as he accosts a crew member on the gang plank is ”It’s about time I was expecting you to dock 3 days ago...”
Once on board the ship you get your first glimpse of the ‘Lady Sue’. Your fellow crew mill around waiting for the cargo to be loaded from the dock. They offer you smiles and friendly greetings as you quickly make your way down into the crew quarters. The space is cramped with hammocks lining the room. From the ceiling hang a collection of waterproof bags tied together in a bunch. Some are full whereas some only contain a few items. As you stand around in the dark a familiar voice greets you...


"Ahoy Shipmates! Glad yo see you made it. The dice game will have to wait I'm afraid, cargo is about to be loaded." standing in front of you is Errol the man from the docks. he had a broad smile and seems genuinely pleased to see you. "Stow your gear in theses." he points to the hanging bags "Doubt you will need your Armour and weapons but take a knife if you've got one it's always useful to have on you."

Errol is a shortish Human of Mwangi Descent he has a long deadlocked ponytail and a scruffy beard he is now shirtless and bootless. you can now see he has several scars lining his torso along with several other tattoos.

now is a good time to ask Errol any questions you may have. or speak to your fellow recruits.


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Female Human Ranger (Trapper/Freebooter) 1 | HP 8/11 | AC 13/11/12 | F +3 R +3 W +1 | CMD 14 | Init +1 | Percep +7 (or +8 vs. traps) | Sense Motive +8 | Status: fine

When Mr. Stokes, while concluding Joan's interview, mentions that the porter's role is the most difficult one since the captain is a perfectionist with a temper, Joan simply smiles and says,

"I can handle it, sir.
Just keep the level of difficulty of my job in mind when the time comes for hard work bonuses!
"

When Mr. Stokes gets to the line about her pay reverting to the employer in the event of her demise, she laughs softly and mentions,

"I know that's a standard line, but every time I hear it, I always have to hope the officers don't decide to just kill all the crew members at the end of the voyage in order to keep the entire payload for themselves."

Joan signs the ledger and nods at Mr. Stokes.

"Thank you, sir. Glad to be part of your crew!

If his glass needs refilling, she uses the pewter mug to do so before she heads to the ship, then gives him a happy parting smile.

As Joan boards the ship and notices the frantic Mwangi shrubbery attempting to get on board as well, she gives a soft laugh and comments to whoever's nearby,

"Alright, I've seen quite a lot in my days, but this is the first time I've seen a boat assaulted by a banana bush. What is with that guy?"

You'd almost think his beloved wife was sailing away without him or something...

When she arrives below decks, Joan moves quickly to stash the majority of her stuff. As she does so, she chats up Errol,

"Hey, Errol. Thanks for the advice. I'm glad we'll be sailing together!"

She flashes him a winning grin, then checks to make sure no officers are in earshot.

"So, what else do we need to know? What are the ship's officers really like? And how can I avoid getting on Captain Perfectionist Quicktemper's bad side?"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Untrained Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26


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On hearing that she's made the cut, Nayli half-nods at Mister Stokes. She turns on her heel and heads up the gangplank and onto the ship. To her, the bored-sounding quartermaster might as well not have ever existed. Allisandre won't ever catch up to me now. The hag would be better as a Kuthonite than a Calistrian. Her stride relaxes with each step, and she returns a few friendly nods, giving as good as she gets on the greetings.

She steps down into the hold and finds herself in the same room as Joan. "Yellowjackets, you can't seriously be on their side, can you? They're not going to treat you nicer just because you pretend to like them." She drops her bag on the deck, roots through it, and pulls out a pair of loose cotton breeches and equally-loose shirt. She turns away from Errol and quickly changes out of her armor. "Much more breathable. Not much opportunity for privacy in here, is there?" Looping her whip around her waist several times, she shoves her armor and her bag into one of the hanging waterproof bags.

"Errol, was it? Nayli." Nayli holds out a hand and gives him a coy smile, all the while inspecting his torso and its scars and tattoos. "Pleasant to meet you, and may you find a dagger when you need it. Now, the quartermaster made it sound like all work and no play, but there's time for dice games. He can't be right, can he?"


Female Human Ranger (Trapper/Freebooter) 1 | HP 8/11 | AC 13/11/12 | F +3 R +3 W +1 | CMD 14 | Init +1 | Percep +7 (or +8 vs. traps) | Sense Motive +8 | Status: fine
Nayli Belequa wrote:

"Yellowjackets, you can't seriously be on their side, can you? They're not going to treat you nicer just because you pretend to like them."

Joan blinks at Nayli in genuine surprise.

"Of course they are. Which one of us didn't have to do any barrel lifting to get on this ship? If you talk balk to them, you only make your life harder."

Nayli Belequa wrote:
"Errol, was it? Nayli." Nayli holds out a hand and gives him a coy smile

"Silly me. Where are my manners? I'm Joan. Joan Porter. Nayli, Errol, good to know you both."

Joan smiles and offers handshakes.


Male Half Orc Alchemist (Beastmorph, Vivisectionist) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 12 T 9 FF 12 CMD 18 | F +3 R +2 W +2 | Init +1 | Perc +3 (Darkvision) | Status: Mutated, Enlarged

Valaravans go ahead and signs using his new name: "Valaravans Salt"
"Thank you Mr Stokes, I'll go find Mr Winters."
Valaravans go with the rest to the crew quarters and hangs his waterproof bag with the others, and hangs his hammock in the best place he can find.
he turns to Nayli and tells her:
"You can put your hammock next to mine, honey!"
And to all the others he presents himself.
"Valaravans in the name, and the kitchen my trade. You can call me 'Salty'."
He leaves his armor in the bag, and goes dressed only with his sailor clothes and his twin bandolier, holding his extracts, mutagen and kitchen knife (dagger).
"Hi Errol! I am glad to be back at sea again! How good a cook is Mr Winters? I hope he can teach me something!"


M Elf Oracle (waves) 1

Mirandir was perplexed by the response of the man who hired him. Why would he expect any sort of special treatment? One always expected to work on their maiden voyage, it's how his clan got their reputation to begin with. He simply nodded and made his way aboard.

When prompted, Mirandir signed the contract without a second thought. Eager to get to work, the Elf wordlessly stowed his gear aside from a knife he'd need on deck. After stashing his gear and hanging his hammock in as secluded a spot as he could find, Mirandir promptly reported to the deck and started asking around for this Ms Avalon.


Female Half Elf Wizard/1

Elenia is excited she finally gets to start an adventure at sea. Thinking to herself, she pictures Mr Stokes as a character in one of the sea adventure books she read. A well dressed, grumpy misunderstood man who started off with visions of being in charge of a ship.... Who latterly realised his forte lay in quartermastery, the true leader of the boat. He would be at the heart of action.... A twitter from her monkey running along the ropes of the waterproof bags brings Elenia's thoughts back to the real world...

Elenia smiles at Errol and says As long as your dice are not loaded I would be more than happy to play once I've settled in and know the ropes..." She looks at Joan and says quietly .... I don't think you realise that a bit of banter is fine... But there is no need to suck up and speak badly of people in such close quarters... News of this gets around."

She walks over to Errol and asks What can you tell me about Mr Stokes... I'm going to be working with him .... Any advice you can give me?

When waiting for Errol to respond, she unpacks some of her gear into the waterproof bags, laying her wizard kit in her waterproof bag on one of the bunks. her monkey runs up to Errol and jumps on his shoulder.


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Quickly grasping the other woman's hand, Nayli gives it a quick pump and lets it go. "Maybe, and maybe not. I'd much rather they know I won't kow-tow to their every whim. I'll do what I need to to get to where we're going, but I won't kiss their hands or lick their boots."

She claims a hammock well away from Salty, rolling her eyes at his comment. "We'll work toward that, but you've got a lot to learn before you're ready to be inducted."

Forgetting her questions for Errol, she grabs a knife and leather sheath, runs a strap around her left calf, and secures it just above her boot. She turns on one heel, making her way up the stairs and out onto the deck, where she glances around for the gnome. I'll need him to tell me what to do, at least until I've got the routine down, but then I'll be able to ignore the rat. Of course, Joan may have a point about being civil. I'll try... Finding Mister Gleambright, she tries on Joan's voice for size. "Mister Gleambright, I'm the new seawoman. Nayli Belequa. What's first, then?"


Errol greets you all warmly.

"Pleasure." At the mention of Mr Winter, Errol laughs.

"The Officers? There's Mr Stokes - you met him. keeps himself to himself mostly. Stays in the hold, reading and counting. Mr Gleambright - the gentleman you saw on the dock, he is the bos'un. He'll work you hard, but he works just as hard, if not harder. Then there's Toby... Sorry, Mr Winter. He hates being called that though. Promoted from amongst us, you see. Most of the over officers buy their commission, but he is still one of us. As for how well he cooks, well that depends on if you're on his good side or not. But yes... Salty, I'm sure he will teach you something, and he is willing to learn a thing or two as well.Then we come to the Master, Ms. Avalon. She's difficult to read - plays her cards close to her chest. Just marks your name down and the next you know, you're getting ten lashes from the Captain's hand."

Errol points to some of the scars across his shoulders. "That's one right there. The Master gave it to me. I can't remember what for now.... And that brings us to the Captain. You will meet her soon enough. I don't know if she is just vindictive or likes to keep a close hold on the reins. Either way, I'd keep your head down when she's around. It doesn't pay to be known by her."

Errol doesn't flinch as the monkey sits on his shoulder "Well hes a friendly fellow isn't he whats his name? Ah by the way I wouldn't leave your gear on the bed we share them in shifts. bags are safe though i can personally vouch for all of the 'old' crew we will be living on top of each other for a long time don't hold grudges or make enemies" he looks pointedly at Elenia.

Sorry crazy day will post a bit more tomorrow.


Male Half Orc Alchemist (Beastmorph, Vivisectionist) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 12 T 9 FF 12 CMD 18 | F +3 R +2 W +2 | Init +1 | Perc +3 (Darkvision) | Status: Mutated, Enlarged

Valaravans thanks Errol for the information, and makes way to find "Toby", without saying anything to the others...


Female Human Ranger (Trapper/Freebooter) 1 | HP 8/11 | AC 13/11/12 | F +3 R +3 W +1 | CMD 14 | Init +1 | Percep +7 (or +8 vs. traps) | Sense Motive +8 | Status: fine

When Salty 'flirts' with Nayli, Joan remains noticibly silent, staying out of it and minding her own business.

Joan notices Mirandir with a smile, but he leaves before she has a chance to chat with him.

At Elenia's rude comment, Joan freezes for a fraction of a second, then raises her eyebrows with a worried expression.

"I'm ... sorry? I don't mean to offend."

Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

DC 24 Sense Motive:
Joan really doesn't like Elenia right about now.

...
Joan listens carefully as Errol describes the officers, clearly taking mental notes. When he suggests avoiding becoming known by the Captain, Joan gives a wry grimace.

Joan smiles when Errol gives Elenia a look in her defense, then she starts to play a bit with the tiny monkey on his shoulder as she speaks.

"I think avoiding becoming known by the Captain will be impossible for me. I'm a porter, and I'm supposed to report to her cabin now. Any particular things that trigger her anger that I should avoid?"

Wild Empathy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Elenia's monkey nips at Joan's fingers. She withdraws her hand.


Female Human Ranger (Trapper/Freebooter) 1 | HP 8/11 | AC 13/11/12 | F +3 R +3 W +1 | CMD 14 | Init +1 | Percep +7 (or +8 vs. traps) | Sense Motive +8 | Status: fine

Joan would listen to any further advice given by Errol and introduce herself to any other crew members there who seem friendly enough. Then, she would say,

"Thanks, Errol. I'd better get going. I don't want the Captain to think I'm dallying. I hope I get to join that dice game later. Then, maybe you'd like to join in a game of cards? Oh, one last question. Does the Captain like to be called "sir" or "m'am"? I've only worked on two ships with a female officer before, and one liked it one way, and the other liked it the other way, and they were both very particular about it."

After hearing Errol's response, she would smile, thank him again, nod, and head quickly to the Captain's cabin.

She knows her way around ships and shouldn't have any trouble finding it, but if she has any doubt, she would ask for direction.

When she arrives outside the Captain's door, she would make sure her appearance is as orderly as possible, take a deep breath, and knock crisply.

Here we go! ... Rolls for meeting the Captain...
Untrained Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Profession (Porter): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Ug! I knew it! Her first low diplomacy roll would be for the Captain ... sigh ... Well, at least this should be interesting!

EDIT:GM, would you like us to specify somehow exactly what we're carrying now and what's stowed, or divide it on our character sheets? Or does it not really matter? Thanks!


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Housekeeping: Yes please, could you all try to keep what you have on your person updated. At this point it isn't so important if you aren't under any pressure we can assume you drop any excess to climb rigging or swim etc. but in combat it will be important. Can we please finalise our character sheets: extra gear, languages etc. I won't accept any further changes after Monday so get it done!

At the question about the Captain's triggers Errol laughs "As I said I try to keep my head down. Standard stuff I guess: insubordination, slacking or if the other officers refer you." Errol rubs his shoulder.

"M'am or Captain Loophook" Errol answers Joan's final question.

Morvan & Mirandir:
You are about to ask for Ms. Avalon before you spy an imposing figure standing on the top deck in front of the wheel. You make your way up the stairs and stand before a tall thin half-elf woman with short cropped brown hair held in a black cotton ribbon. Ms. Avalon continues to stare at the deck. "Good Morning. Welcome aboard, I expect nothing from you other than hard work and obedience. If you give me these things I will reward you well. Understood? Please tie off the the larboard lines and then make your way back down to the main deck - we are about to load the cargo."

Salty:
As you make your way to the mess you can hear the sounds of clanking pots and pans and loud shouting in an language you don't understand. You move into the tight kitchen to find a halfling standing on a box and hanging kitchen equipment from the ceiling. "Hello there, are you my assistant? Tobias Winter is the name but you can call me Toby. I hope you can cook, last girl they sent me was useless. Well... not totally useless." Toby chuckles and gives Salty a knowing wink. "Right! Time and tide waits for no man. Pass me those chopping boards. We will need to get this done quickly, then we will need to meet up with the quartermaster and check our supplies in. Old Stokes hasn't made a mistake yet but I still check every time."

Joan:
Joan knocks and a gruff voice from the other side says "Enter" Joan steps into the cabin and is greeted by the sight of Captain Loophook standing behind a desk pouring over manifests and charts. The cabin is sparsely decorated. A large window dominates the rear wall. In the centre of the room is a large table. On the left wall is a rack of weapons. None appear to be ornamental but all of them are supremely well crafted. Captain Loophook is a half-orc and even by half-orc standards, she is ugly. Her tusks have been filed down from a size that once must have been massive, with her skin being almost pitch black. Her hair is jet black "What can I do for you Miss?.." The captain stands to her full height, an imposing sight.

Elenia & Nayli:
The deck is full of sailors all milling around waiting for the cargo to arrive. Before the two new arrivals get a chance to chat the gnome Mr Gleambright stands, clears his throat and in a loud clear voice hes says "Ladies and gentlemen we will be shortly be receiving the cargo. I don't have to remind you of the importance of careful handling. Its not for you I worry, after all there are 10 sweaty louse ridden mongrels on the dock waiting to take your place. We get paid a lot for transporting this stuff and breakages come out of my bonus."The joke earns a small ripple of laughter from the throng. As if on cue the first of a string of wagons roll out of a side street and stop before the ship on the dockside. "Let's get to it shall we?" A cheer goes up from the sailors as they rush to work.

The 4 of you on deck, please note you are now loading cargo. PLease describe what you are doing, who you speak to etc.

@Joan - you have a conversation with the Captain to conclude.

@Salty - I'm sure Toby wants to have a conversation with you - he seems very chatty and friendly at the minute.


Male Half Orc Alchemist (Beastmorph, Vivisectionist) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 12 T 9 FF 12 CMD 18 | F +3 R +2 W +2 | Init +1 | Perc +3 (Darkvision) | Status: Mutated, Enlarged

Valaravans move to stand just next to the halfling, and looks down at him, with piercing eyes, silently.
He grunts.
"I am Salty. I am a cook, not an assistant."
He turns and go fetch the chopping boards.
Salty is charming, as ever...


Female Human Ranger (Trapper/Freebooter) 1 | HP 8/11 | AC 13/11/12 | F +3 R +3 W +1 | CMD 14 | Init +1 | Percep +7 (or +8 vs. traps) | Sense Motive +8 | Status: fine

Joan smiles slightly and nods politely, responding to the Captain's question.

"Joan Porter, reporting for duty as ship's porter, Captain Loophook.
What can I do for you, m'am?
"


Retired

On the ship's deck, Nayli scowls at the gnome's joke. However, the other crew-members seem to think that he's funny for some reason, and she keeps her tongue in her head. Knowing the ship won't leave port until it's loaded, she works hard and grumbles little, moving crates and boxes from the wagons to the ship, where she follows others down into the hold to learn where they go. She makes certain that she stays as far from Mister Gleambright as possible throughout the job.


M Elf Oracle (waves) 1

Outwardly, Mirandir gave a polite nod of acknowledgement and a crisp salute before turning and getting to work as directed. Inside though he had to stifle the welling annoyance inside him. It wasn't anything to do with the work, it had to do with the fact he'd be working under...a half-breed. Anyone else would have been fine, even the gnome. But this Avalon woman, disgusting.

Mirandir wouldn't be the first to strike up a conversation, but he was keeping his ears open while he worked.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Profession(Sailor): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17


HP- 7/13 (+1 Rage), AC- 15, CMD 13, Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +3, Perception +3, Init +1 Half-Orc Skald (Dragon, Totemic)

Morven takes a moment for every crewman he possibly can, offering a firm handshake, a warm smile and his name; seeking to cement himself as a popular figure from the very start of the voyage. Special attention and reverence was made to Elenia's monkey and he proudly informed the woman that the familiar was Abadar's symbol and a fortunate omen for the voyage to come.

Forgive me for not RPing this out directly but this includes all PC's, struggling for time this weekend.

In lieu of the rules, Morven stowed his small arsenal of weaponry, pausing as he moved to remove the whips strapped to his belt. Indecision visibly wracked him for a moment before he eventually removed the steel whip, keeping the leather one on his belt to act as much as a tool as a (non-lethal) weapon.

Seeing that the Elf had been assigned to the same officer as him, he gently patted the fellow sailor on the shoulder as they strode together, chatting amiably.

"Up on the deck like true sailors, eh... Mirandir wasn't it? Tell you what, i'm just happy to not be working in the hold... no use sailing the sea's from inside a wooden box, don't you think? Your first time on a ship or are you seasoned? Mutual respect, that's the key to a profitable venture on the high seas..."

Upon meeting Miss Avalon, Morven's irritation was prickled a little as the woman did not even deign to look at him; but this was simply the way fresh meat was treated upon most vessels. He saluted; and then took out his anger upon the ropes he was assigned to, expertly tying off the lines in a furious display of competence with no further instruction required, grumbling to himself as he made his way back to the hold.

Profession (Sailor): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23


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To those loading cargo.
The cargo comes up to the deck at a pace, even the experiences sea farers among you find difficult to keep up with. Elenia quickly realises that she cannot hope to match the physicality of the crew and sets about making a log of the stock as it is received. After a time Mr Stokes returns and nods with approval at the young half-elves actions. On the dock pallets of timber, ore and cloth are loaded by crane into the awaiting hold. After the raw materials comes barrel after barrel each sealed with a stamp you notice salted fish, tar, and wax among the many loads. Just when you think the hold is filled to capacity heavy wagons are hauled up to the deck each filled with what looks like mining equipment. Scaffolds, drills and iron frames are brought aboard with some clever storage and a little grunt they all go into the hold snugly. Through the whole loading the Gnome; Mr Gleambright can be found manoeuvring pallets and issuing orders. Finally 6 large ballistae and ammunition are lowered to on to the ship’s deck, unlike the rest of the cargo though these are left on the open deck. When the job is done Morvan, Mirandir and Nayli stand sweaty and tired among the rest of the crew on the deck.

Salty

Toby ignores your comment and takes the boards from you stacking them away neatly. The two of you make small talk about nothing in particular until the first of the supplies start to arrive. Barrels and crates are rolled or carried into the small kitchen, from where you and Toby move them into pantry set back from the main cooking space. Once you finish you make your way up to the main deck to join the rest of the crew. Toby goes up to join Ms Avalon, Mr Gleambright and Mr stokes. Salty you find yourself by luck or design next to Elenia, Morvan, Mirandir and Nayli.

Joan

”Are you an assassin Miss Porter, here to kill me?” before you can answer Captain Loophook continues ”No? Then why do you think it appropriate to come before me armed? Not a good first impression. If I wasn’t so busy I would dismiss you from my ship after a good flogging.” Her eyes gleam and she runs her tongue over her teeth. ”Go back to the crew quarters and change. the captain points to the back of her door where a set of smart clothes hang. Captain Loophook then turns her attention back to the charts in front of her. ”Please ask Ms Avalon to see me on your way down thank you.”Going to assume you follow these instructions for times sake.

Joan returns now wearing a very smart looking white lace shirt complete with ruff, tight cream pleated breeches and dark blue waistcoat. After Knocking and entering the captain says ”Much better Miss Porter. Please pour myself and Ms Avalon a cup of tea.” as you do this the two women continue to talk. ”You know my feelings Captain I would rather lose 4 days and take the safer route” Ms Avalon states.

”But you could do it Eva? The captain asks. “And who is to say it is safer The Sea Nymph II and The Golden Stag have disappeared recently whist taking the same route you suggest.”

”Yes of course I can do it. If anything it is easier given fair weather.” The half-elf’s brow furrows ”If we get a storm though...”

”Lets pray for fair weather then. You had better get back out on deck.” The captain stands.

Ms Avalon stands gives a sharp salute and says ”Aye M’am.” and with that she leaves the cabin.

Sense motive DC:15/20/25:
I will PM you this info if you make the check.

The rest of Joan’s time is taken unloading and folding the captain’s clothes and personal effects.After a time there is a sharp knock on the door and the Gnome, Mr Gleambright stands in the doorway. ”We are ready for you M’am” is all he says.

”Very Good. Miss Porter please rejoin the rest of the crew.”

On the deck Joan makes her way to join the other 5 new recruits.

A sharp whistle sounds and Ms Avalon's Loud clear voice states. "CAPTAIN ON DECK!"

The crew forms rows and stands to attention as the Captain speaks.

"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. I wish to congratulate you on the speed at which you loaded the cargo. We are in for a long voyage 12 weeks in total. You will be paid for 12 weeks regardless how long it takes, further more you will receive double pay for every day early we are. Those of you who have sailed under me before will know me to be harsh but fair. In line with this you have all worked exceptionally today and so will receive a double ration of Gin with supper tonight." a small cheer goes up from the assembled crew. "Ms Avalon. Get us under way we sail with the evening tide."

It is at this point Errol comes up to Join you.


"Hello again. I have been told to let you know you all are on my watch pattern."


Male Half Orc Alchemist (Beastmorph, Vivisectionist) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 12 T 9 FF 12 CMD 18 | F +3 R +2 W +2 | Init +1 | Perc +3 (Darkvision) | Status: Mutated, Enlarged

Valaravans smile.
"Lucky you! When is our watch shift?"


Retired

Tired from the work, Nayli pokes at her arm gingerly. "Yep, that'll be sore in the morning." She shoots Errol a wink, reserving a more neutral look for Valaravans. "Watch? What'll there be to watch? Waves and sea-birds? Ah well, it'll be time to educate people on the perks of worshiping Calistria. And not only those perks, but other ones too!"


Female Human Ranger (Trapper/Freebooter) 1 | HP 8/11 | AC 13/11/12 | F +3 R +3 W +1 | CMD 14 | Init +1 | Percep +7 (or +8 vs. traps) | Sense Motive +8 | Status: fine
Joan Porter wrote:

Here we go! ... Rolls for meeting the Captain...

Untrained Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Profession (Porter): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

New rolls for meeting Ms. Avalon and hopefully earning PM info...

Untrained Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Profession (Porter): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Joan would indeed follow the Captain's instructions below deck. She would, however, try to find an appropriate moment to say,

"My apologies, M'am. In addition to my more standard duties, I have assisted in the defense of other Captains, and would be happy to do so for you as well, M'am, should you desire it. I shall stow my swords, bow, and armor for now. Shall I keep a dagger for use as a tool, M'am, or would you prefer I keep that away, too?"

Joan would summon Ms. Avalon, stash her weapons, and change clothing as requested. When she returns to the Captain's cabin she listens to the conversation with subtle interest as she carefully sees to the Captain's personal effects.

When the crew gathers on deck to listen to their half-orc Captain's speech, Joan raises an eyebrow at the very different tone the woman uses with the group, but she keeps her mouth shut.

When Errol approaches with shift news, Joan smiles.

"Nice. You can show us the ropes, and then we'll probably have similar times off for games."


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Errol smiles at salty "Aye Lucky indeed, we've drawn first watch."

The Crew is split into 4 and each of these groups rotates on a 7 watch pattern. Please see Wiki

"We watch for pirates!" Errol pauses "Na. There's no pirates. Clouds and rogue waves is about all we need to look out for. As for Preaching I'm sure you'll find plenty of open ears, people of faith are always popular at sea."

Finally turning to Joan. "Plenty of time for games. We eat together, sleep together, share the blame and revel in the rewards. How was the captain by the way?"

The ship casts off from the dock to a cheer from assembled people on the dockside the sails unfurl and a stiff late afternoon breeze takes them and moves the boat easily away from the harbor and breakwater. with the fair wind the ship sails smoothly running parallel to the coastline. With everyone still on the deck an old voice cracks out the opening words to a song. "When I was a little lad or so my mammy told me, to me."

the rest of the crew immediately answer: "Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe"

so the voice continues "That if I did kiss a troll, my lips would all grow mouldy,"

again the Whole crew sing: "Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.

Way, haul away, we'll haul away together
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we’re bound for better weather
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!"

This continues with a new crew member adding a new verse before the chorus each time.

"For once I met an Taldor lass, she was fat and lazy,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

I have known a Kyonin Elf, she damn near drove me crazy,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Way, haul away, we'll haul away together
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we’re bound for better weather
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Cruel Abby was the Queen of Galt before the revolution,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

And then she got her head cut off, it spoiled her constitution,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Chorus

I knew of a Honourable Gnome, he was struck with Bleaching,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

And now you cannot trust the lad, for your purse he’s reaching.
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Chorus

Your turn will come around eventually do you sing or not? bonus XP if you come up with a verse. Song sounds like this:


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Male Half Orc Alchemist 8

Great song! never heard about it before.
Salty, being a seaman (seaorc?) himself, joins the chant with his deep guttural voice making bass harmonies to the others sailors chanting.
When his turns comes he chants:
"When I was born, my mother cried for mercy,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
She send me out to sea, and I never learn to cursey,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe"


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Female Human Ranger (Trapper/Freebooter) 1 | HP 8/11 | AC 13/11/12 | F +3 R +3 W +1 | CMD 14 | Init +1 | Percep +7 (or +8 vs. traps) | Sense Motive +8 | Status: fine

Checking to see if I understand the watch system from the linked chart:
The Lady Sue has four groups of crewmen on rotation, and our group is starting with "first watch" ... So, we're on duty from 8pm to midnight tonight, then off for three watches, then back on duty for afternoon watch tomorrow from noon-4pm, then off for three watches, then on again for middle watch from midnight to 4am that night ... and so on ... Is that right?

When Errol shrugs off the threat of pirates to Nayli, Joan mentions,
"Do keep a sharp eye out, though. Pirates can be upon a ship real sudden-like, with no warning. Believe me, I've seen it."

When Errol asks Joan about the Captain, Joan rolls her eyes and glances around to make sure the officers are not within earshot before replying to Errol,
"Yeah, you were right. Captain Perfectionist Quicktemper has already found a reason to say she should flog me, and all I did was arrive prepared. Hopefully she'll never get around to it, though. And besides, she's a half-orc woman. Props to her for rising to the rank of Captain in a society with as much bias as ours. She probably has had to be crazy tough to get where she is, so I'm not surprised she has to lay on the attitude. She certainly hasn't risen through the ranks by charm, that's for sure. I just hope, if I do my job right, her lash won't find me. I'm too pretty for flogging!"

Joan speaks that last line in a half-joking manner with a knowing smile.

"By the way, it seems that our Captain and First Mate are having some kind of disagreement over the route we should take...something about ships disappearing ... You know anything about that, Errol?"

When the ship sets sail and the salty sea breeze hits Joan's face full on, she breaks into a wide grin.
"I always love the start of a new voyage!"

When the familiar song breaks out, Joan smiles, prepared.
At her turn, her rich, melodious voice calls out...

"Under Captain Loophook's lash, we don't want to be wailing!"

The crew responds, in agreement,

"Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe."

Joan finishes,

"So let us work ourselves right hard, as we go merrily sailing!"

The crew responds, with vigor,

"Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe!"


Yup you got it.


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Mirandir gives a curt nod to Morven.

"First time on one this size, but the sea and I are old friends."

At first glance, Morven seemed capable but he was...green. He'd been among humans before but all the others were a bit new to him. The captain seemed respectable and seemed to be the sort that valued results. That was a start as far as he was concerned, but her capability needed to be demonstrated yet.

Mirandir seemed put off as the crew started singing as it didn't seem to be the time for that sort of activity. As they sang, Mirandir turned towards the water and muttered a brief prayer to Gozreh and the sea for a safe and calm journey.


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After keeping a record of the goods coming in and going out, Elenia is pleased to see to ship taking off. She joins in with a lilting soprano voice with the crew song and sings:

Heading off to sea, may the winds blow strongly....

The crew join in with a rousing

Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Elenia continues with a wry smile...

Set the correct course, we don't want it to go wrongly!

The crew respond with nods and a loud final....

Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

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