Crews of the Open Breeze RP

[LT Sandpaw]

After searching several bodies, including the one the pine marten had pointed out; rolling the corpses over to pat them down, Splint found a key ring on a particularly damaged looking creature whose species was unidentifiable without close inspection. Though he was fairly sure it used to be a stoat. Cutting the keys off its belt Splint hurried over to Filthface freeing him from his chains. The squirrel wasted no time prodding him forward towards the ship's railing.
"Jump." He ordered jabbing Filthface in the back with his sharpened hook. "Or I throw you." There was a good gap between the two boats, a necessary precaution to keep the ships from colliding. The crew of the Stallion's Mane were still waiting on the other side, ready should any foe beast appear.


OOC: Is the Blu Tail going to do a time skip?

[Groddil]

"Ow! Why'dya hit me wiff dat curvy sharp fing?"
The pine marten stared at the large gap between the ships.
"Err, dat seems like a big bit o' nuffingness. Do ya have one o' dem fings ya put over bits o' nuffingness? Pancakes or somefing? No, planks! Dat be's it. Planks!"

[Gonff the Mousethief]

OOC: I guess so, yeah. I was going to have a storm happen that night, but if anyone else needs to post something on The Blu Tail, then go ahead. Afterwards, a time skip to that night I guess.

[Eulaliaaa!]

OOC: I'd be fine with a time skip, I don't have anything really to post.

[Hickory]

OOC: Agreed.

[Fatch of Southsward]

The crew laughed heartily at the pine marten's antics. The bold figure of the mouse captain could be seen leaning over the side, hanging onto a rope, to shout to the terrified creature.

"What sort of a sea beast is this? Quite a land lubber to be aboard a pirate ship. Ahoy, Splint, that hook of yours is looking awfully well polished and sharp, eh? Perhaps this poor creature needs a little help getting his courage to jump aboard."

Ross winked at Splint, hoping to convey to the beast not to actually use the hook. If the pine marten refused to jump he could always be thrown by the muscled gladiator squirrel.

[Groddil]

Filthface scratched his head in confusion
"Wot's a sea? I can see yew, an' da fing wot yer on... Wot's a ship? Is it like a tree? I seen lots o' trees. Wait, no. Not da curvy sharp hook fing. Err... Dis is too big of a gappy fing... 'Ow do I do it?"
The marten shivered, and jumped over the railing. Fortunately, as The Drowned Falcon was quite a large ship (even if it was sitting low in the water), Filthface managed to grab the rails of The Stallion's Mane and haul himself on to the deck. He stared around at the crewbeasts.
"Gah, ye looks like da others on da other fing! Don't 'urt me! Ahh, please, Boss Whats-yer-face, don't tie me ta da tall fing again! I promises I won't go back on yer fing again! Wait... I'm already on da fing again. No, please, Boss Whats-yer-face. I'll jump over da side, just don't tie me up again!"

[Fatch of Southsward]

Ross widened his eyes :

"Oh we'll tie you to all the 'tall fings' if you don't start talkin'. What happened to this ship? Are there any more? Tell me everything you know. Everything. Or I'll tie you to the tall fing on The Drowned Falcon, and send you to the bottom with it!"

He turned to Splint as he awaited a reply.

"Splint matey, take one of the ship's hammers and knock some holes in the bottom of that pirate boat. We'll send it to the bottom, where it rightly belongs."

[Groddil]

OOC: Just gonna PP this here random NPC, if that's all well and good

BIC: A nearby crewbeast yelled out, pointing at The Drowned Falcon.
"No need, Cap'n. Look there, see? Da ship jus' rotated a little. Dere's a whoppin' great 'ole jus' there, a little above th' waterline. Once she drifts a little further out, an' meets the bigger waves, that ship's a goner!"
Filthface shivered.
"No, don't tie me ta th' talk fings again, Boss Whatsyerface! Err, dere were lots o' other fings, an' dey was all going through dat place dere. Umm... Err, den, lots o fings like dis fing, but a lot smaller, came outta da trees. Dey came across ta all da big fings an' climbed on an' killed everybeast. Some of 'em disappeared under da water, an' some o' 'em crashed inta each other an' disappeared under da water, an' a few of 'em went back an' hit th' trees. Umm, I fink all of dem were destroyed. Err, yeah, dat's it. Dey all wuzz destroyeded. Heh, I even saw one wedged 'igh in th' trees!"

[Hickory]

Longclaw pulled the wheel to the right a little bit, readjusting the course so the wind didn't blow them off. Content with the current direction the ship was traveling in, Longclaw relaxed his grip on the wheel and leaned against it, gazing across the ocean.

[LT Sandpaw]

Leaping back aboard the Stallion's Mane Splint ambled over to where Ross stood. "I think no need to tell him, talk much. Marten not shut mouth." The big squirrel observed in his calloused way.

[Gonff the Mousethief]

OOC: Okay, lets say its about 12 that night


BIC: Marshall sat sprawled out in his Quarters. Once more he had been studying the map and riddle, plotting very carefully how the navigating would go. Now that a few of the points had been located, such as the island they wish to find the treasure, things started to fall into place. It was easy enough to see that a majority of the traveling was staying quite far away from the Northeast side of the map, as it had Pincer's Pass, and many of the sea-creatures drawn about on it. Hopefully this first island would have the treasure, but Marshall still sat uneasy about it fully lining up with the riddle. Just that last line about the bait. It just,-
"Cap'n! Heavy storm on the wave, heading straight for us!" A young voice called out. The blue fox grabbed his fallen raccoon hat and went out to the main deck.

A light mist had occurred, dampening the creaking wood. But it was easy to see how the wind had started to pick up and rain hit a bit harder. But through the dark midnight sky, a flash of lightening broke the black woven sky.
"Timblish! Go 'head 'n come down! The blue fox called out. This storm was going to be a bit rough, especially for the new crewbeasts.

By the time the young mouse made it down, the ship started to sway, with the the wind now starting to yell as it carried the heavy burden of the threatening rain. Waves started to crash harder and turn that thick dark blue color, gladly accepting in its younger brethren. Marshall quickly opened the door to his Cabin and rushed Timblish in, then headed up to the Wheel deck to see who was still steering.

OOC: Sage, if you want, Longclaw can still be there, or I can make some random character at the wheel, either is fine.

[Hickory]

Longclaw sighed with relief as he saw the captain enter into his sight. "Cap'n, good to see you," he said. "Should I stay on th' course or steer us out of the storm?"

[Gonff the Mousethief]

"Go 'head 'n go down t'y'barracks, Longclaw. I'll b'handlin' this one f'as long b'possible."
Marshall patted his steersbeast on the back, and gave a strong look out to the storm. It rumbled even closer than before. Lightening charged like chariots, waves crashed like ballista shots. This would be a rough one indeed.

[Hickory]

Longclaw did not glance back at the captain as he hurried through the rain to the crew deck. He would much rather be warm and dry than the opposite.