Crews of the Open Breeze RP

[Eulaliaaa!]

Little Seadog had been sleeping in one of the hammocks by the door. It was one of the best places in the crew's cabin, and she nearly had to kill its previous owner to get it. As the storm got worse, Seadog opened an eye lazily. "C'this storm get any louder?" she mumbled, turning around to face the wall as she held a pillow over her face. Several seconds passed before she got up and went to the door. Stepping outside, she squinted her eyes against the rain and howling wind as she looked out at the sea. Whenever the sea stormed like this, she always felt smaller. Defenseless against the crashing waves and merciless rain. And she didn't like it. She went back inside, sitting on her bunk and looking around the room bad-temperedly.

[Groddil]

Meanwhile, just beyond the beach of Pincer Pass, The Plundered Pirate's crew had begun descending to the ground. Just in time. The crew, gathering on a nearby ridge, stared down at the treeline, where the shipwreck was being assaulted by tree rats. Verenya shivered, and turned to her crew.
"Alright, crew. Listen up. If you don't want those tree rats get you, we have to march on the double until we're out of this forest proper. Draw your blades, keep your eyes up. Once we get out of the forest and across that mountain, we'll be in Bauble-Yen's port."
Several grumbles rang out through the crew. They were clearly more scared of Bauble-Yen than the tree rats.
"Shut up! You heard me. We're going to Bauble-Yen. If anyone wants to leave, do it."
Three vermin looked at each other, and started edging away from the main group. Vereya nodded to Filthface and the Mate, who drew their blades and ran two of the vermin through. The last, a ferret, tried to run, but his corpse was soon rolling down the ridge with an arrow in his neck. Verenya lowered her bow and motioned to the Mate. He began to walk towards the mountain.
"Follow the Mate. I'll be taking up the rear. Anyone falls behind..."

[Gonff the Mousethief]

The blue paws of the fox firmly grasped the bronze wheel. It had been a while since his last storm run, so this would be fun. He quickly turned the ship to where it faced towards the wind. Large waves started to appear as the storm rolled closer. There seemed no way to run away from the quickening beast, so breaking through the waves was the next safest thing.

Marshall's heartbeat bounced around in his ears as his fur and clothes became soaked in the rapid downpour. The sails flapped in many a different direction while the masts began to creak from all what was thrown at it. All was seemingly black, with the only light coming from the quick flashes of lightening. Thunder sounds so loud that it seemed that the wind's howling stopped for only a few seconds. Marshall's good eye stared frightened as the ship started to sway away from the set course turning instead to back to the wind. The fox spun the wheel and held on tight as a wave half the size of the ship slammed into the back, almost drowning the fox from is excess water. As fast as that first wave had it, another one came and pushed the ship upwards in the same fashion. Now with the full of the storm at the ships back, Marshall was constantly being thrown and beaten against the wheel as water continuously kept splashing and pushing the ship. But this would not stop the captain. Just before the fifth wave hit, he grabbed the wheel and spun it to the right. With the wind still pushing, it curved from its storm set course and stood with starboard towards the monster. Marshall was not able to call out to the crew before the oncoming wave rammed the side of the ship, making it lean over towards the left. This caused the the blue fox to fly over to the left railing, but not before hitting the wheel another time to the right. Another flash of lightening lit up what was approaching the ship. A wave, double the size of the ship, was set straight for The Blu Tail. Fear clenched Marshall, hoping his plan would work. He stood up on the completely soaked wheel deck and ran, slipping in the process, towards the wheel. Shaking, he turned the wheel so the ship faced the oncoming brute of a wave.
"BRACE!" he yelled at the crew, seconds before it hit. With all the wind pushing against the sails, and rapid volleys of water pounding the fox, the monster hit the ship's bow dead on.

All Marshall saw was water. Everywhere, the substance flowed in the storm sung air, covering himself, the ship, all of it. As he tried to grasp his breath, he found it only filling with water. Panic filled him, but not before he felt a back breaking punch to his hip. He gasped once more, this time in pain, not knowing the full effect of his plan. But now, air returned to him, and his vision of simply water died away. The fox had been thrown back by the splash and hit of the wave, that it had flung him onto the back railing, hitting the iron tail on the back. Pain, like the panic, flowed through the captain as the ship was still draining the now demolished wave. Though he was not bruised on his hip, the fox still smiled as The Blu Tail had stayed in tact. The ship was now riding on top of the monstrous waves! It leaped up and over, watching as the had no power over the water's moving force. Sea spray ran past the sides as it glided along, still shooting torrents towards Marshall. But the blue fox sat happy. The worst was hopefully over. He grumbled back towards the wheel and kept it going in its straight path. This continued for a few more minutes, before the pain in the fox's back became unbearable.  He tied the wheel in place using some nearby ropes, then hurried back down to his Quarters.

"Cap'n! You made it! Those waves sent me flying!" Called out Timblish as Marshall entered.
The Blue fox gave a soaked nod, as he collapsed in one of the chairs the map team had sat in earlier that day.
"Oh Marshall, are you alright?" The mouse asked, hoping for the best.
"Aye Timble mate, I be. Just got thrown on that ol' railing by that big ol' wave we 'it. Say, go 'head and use m'bed f't'night. I'll b'sleepin' right 'ere."

And with that, Marshall passed out, soaking wet, hurt, still shaken a bit, bit accomplished.

[Eulaliaaa!]

Little Seadog had been thrown completely off her bunk, tossed around the room like most of the others had been. She started to pick herself up off the ground, propping herself up with her elbows. Slowly, she lifted a paw to the back of her head, pulling away and seeing blood. She licked her lips, tasting a bit of blood in her mouth. Standing up on her feet, she leaned against a wall, taking a small drink from a bottle she had put in her bag. Stumbling outside onto the deck, she looked around, pulling the red bandana off and pressing it against the wound on her head.

  "Marshall?" she yelled above the wind, looking for someone on deck to tell her how the ship had taken the wave. Was it damaged? Had anyone gone overboard?

[Gonff the Mousethief]

The one blue eye of the fox popped open upon hearing his name.
"Timble, y'say somethin' lad?" He asked, still quite sleepy.
"Wasn't me Cap'n! I did hear some ol' voice outside though."
Marshall slowly rose from his chair and gave a polite nod to his lookout. But upon opening the door, the still roaring wind and rain knocked him flat on his stomach. Pain surged through his hip. As he tried to get up, his injury caused him otherwise. But next to his Cabin entrance was a bucket full of know soaked brooms. He yanked down the bucket and pulled out one of the brooms. Thankfully, it helped him up finely. Once the blue fox was up, he scanned the deck. Out by the lower deck entrance, he spotted what looked like Little Seadog. She must be who was yelling to him.
"Aye, w'b'it Lil' Seadog?" he called back.

[Eulaliaaa!]

Seadog stumbled over to the cabin, hanging onto the rails. "How's th' ship takin' th' storm? Did we lose anybeast?" She called, her face turned away from the merciless rain. "We should 'ave th' crew up 'ere, what if'n this storm gets worse?"

[Gonff the Mousethief]

"Ah don't think so, I'll check after w'pass through!" Marshall called back. He had to take a short pause as the pain hit his hip again. "Should b'well though! I got Timblish and Longclaw off 'fore we went in, 'an that's all I saw when steerin'! The rain, shot like bullets to Marshall's face, made him stop and cover the side of his head with his completely soaked raccoon hat. "No, if it b'worse, I am keepin' all o' them safe. Better t'loose one o' me than all o'them. Now, better get back 'low deck. This 'ere storm may last a few hours longer!"

[LT Sandpaw]

 Having been woken up by the storm Alfonso pushed out of his cabin, which was located close to the Captain's quarters, and struggled across the windswept deck. Having chosen some of the best crew beasts they had tied themselves to the masts, struggling valiantly with the sails, and securing anything not tied down on deck as Marshall guided them through the massive waves.

Alfonso had been just fast enough as Marshall shouted for them to brace; unfortunately one of the searats on deck hadn't been, and he was sucked out. The rope tied around his waist kept him from being lost to the ocean, yet it also sealed his fate. The force of the water, halted by the rope, combined with bad luck snapped his spine.

Alfonso and another hauled him back aboard, the blonde ferret shook his head letting the body slump back onto deck. "He's dead, nothing to see, get back to work all of ye!" After the larger waves Alfonso cut himself loose, slogging across the deck motioning for the others to return to the crew quarters just as Little Seadog appeared. He slumped over waving to Marshall.
"Hoy Cap'n!"

[Gonff the Mousethief]

"Alf! Did y'have some o' the crew up on 'ere? I couldn't see y'from the wheel!" He shouted to his First Mate. If he had known some of the crew were on board, he would have taken the long route. Oh, please no one be dead!

[LT Sandpaw]

"Aye," Alfonso grunted glancing sideways at Little Seadog as he passed her. "Had three up here with me, needed somebeast to work th' sails." He stopped next to Marshall constantly adjusting his stance as the ship rocked and rolled.
Glancing towards Seadog the ferret grinned. "Got yerself a iron stomach there Chappie?" Most of the newer recruits, and even some of the older ones were down below puking their guts out. He was silently pleased to see that Seadog wasn't entirely full of tall tales about being a Captain. Ignoring her for now he turned back towards Marshall, trying to sound as matter of fact as possible. "Becline bit it, didn't brace an' tried to swim against the current. As ye can guess it didn't work out for him." Alfonso smirked, it was no great loss, at least not to him. Becline was replaceable, just as most of the crewbeasts were. "He's out on deck, we'll give him a proper toss-over come morn, an' storm's end if that's the orders Cap'n."

[Eulaliaaa!]

"Yeah, I grew up on th' sea. An' we only lost one o' them?" Seadog asked. She had expected more deaths, especially with a crew that seemed so incompetent. "I'd expect more'n jus' one death." She adjusted the bandana she had pressed against the back of her head, smirking slightly. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if'n there was more dead'ns down below with us all bein' tossed round like that."

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Marshall gave a sorrowful sigh, then lifted his hat to gaze once more at the storm. How could he be so stupid to let one be lost. He didn't even know Alfonso was on deck!
"Aye, that's never good Alf. A proper throw away 'ill be nice. Shame, just pulled 'im up from that smaller port justa' few weeks back." The fox gave himself a quick break after contemplating the loss of a crew member before responding again.
"Well, Miss Seadog, b'seemin' justa' lil' bit better than y'may imagine 'ere on The Blu Tail. And tell those o' them complainin' down there that a'least they didn't almost drown an' break a hip!" Marshall ended with a wink.

[Fatch of Southsward]

As the pirate ship was claimed by the waves beside them, Duncan Ross pondered this terribly worded new information, delivered by the stammering Pine Marten.

"A fleet mates, an entire pirate fleet was destroyed by the tree creatures. They've done our job for us."
He stood up straight, his eyes darting back towards the empty passage way -

"but what kind of a commander would waste his fleet so? Surely he would have been more careful around such a dangerous pass. This story sounds almost as though he did not want to succeed. But why would he waste his own life and the lives of his crew?"

Realization dawned, as he recalled a certain sentence the Pine Marten had spoken.

"One of them went ashore. The fleet commander's boat, yes? What was his plan? Where is going? What else is on this island?"

He narrowed his eyes, bringing his face closer to the hapless prisoner. "Or perhaps a better question is - who else"

[Groddil]

OOC: Err, I think you misread that... How did Ross get the idea that Verenya went ashore? No matter...

BIC:

Filthface shook his head.
"Err, no, sorry boss whatsyerface, none of 'em did anythin' like t hat. Th' only ones that didn't disappear unner da water all crashed an' died on the land.  An' isn't dat one da boss's ship? Da one wit just vanished? Mebbe dey wiz in a 'urry, cause I 'eard boss whatsisface satin' 'ow dey 'as Ta cut t'rough somefing called 'Pincer Pass' if dey wanted ta reach da treasure afore anybeast else... Wot's treasure?"

[Fatch of Southsward]

OOC: You said there was ship wedged up on land - sounded like he ran aground. That's what I thought you were intending me to deduce 

Duncan took a deep breath of the fresh salty air, and listened to the sea gulls call while the waves crashed. These relaxing things alone kept him from clobbering the ridiculous creature over the head.

"You're boss. Where is he? Who is he? Answer me, or you go to the brig with another pirate like you. You two rascals can be best mates down there."

Having no faith he would receive an answer to his satisfaction, Ross was already motioning to Vance, who was behind Filthface, to seize the Pine Marten.