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Aug 16, 2020 1:29 pm
Ahoy! You like wet log or you need help? yells a wild halfing in jungle attire over the bow of the ship.
Aug 16, 2020 4:29 pm
If I float hear much longer, I fear I may become water logged. I would most graciously accept a kind offer of passage upon your fine vessel. I thank you in advance for retrieving me from these waters.
Aug 16, 2020 4:50 pm
"Good." He yells something you don’t understand to the seamen behind him and they throw you a line over your shoulder. It has a bowline hutch at the end for your waist. After you place it around you under your shoulder pits, they haul you up the hull of the wooden ship, very ungraciously and pull you over the gunwales onto deck. You look like a pile of seaweed on the deck and notice that there are 6 men wearing various silks, adapted uniforms and tattoos, all holding scimitars on you. "I ship master and wind mage Poca. This the Skulker under Captain Kitsune. Throw down weapons. "
Aug 16, 2020 6:56 pm
I carefully lay my physical weapons on the deck. "I thank you for the rescue," smiling my most thankful smile. "I'm more than happy to work for my passage."
Aug 16, 2020 7:38 pm
A man in chain, board and sword approaches, sword drawn. "There will be no spies aboard my ship. I am Dukalu, the First Mate, and I protect her. What business do ye have in these waters, elf? You are far from home. If this be a trap, your throat will be slit before any of your kind can act."
Aug 16, 2020 7:58 pm
"I can see the ship lay in capable hands, Dukalu. My name is Jacob, and I am but a humble bard. A mistrel longing to give the gift of song and tales to those who long to listen. Until the squal flipped the small craft I had chartered, was on my way to Baya.
"To pay may way, I'd be honored to entertain you and your fine crew for as far as you'll take me, or to Baya, whichever comes first."
"To pay may way, I'd be honored to entertain you and your fine crew for as far as you'll take me, or to Baya, whichever comes first."
Aug 16, 2020 8:37 pm
He turns his head toward the bridge behind him, but keeps his face towards you. He yells out, "Captain, we have fished out of the sea, a canary, swimming to Baya. What shall we do with it?"
Aug 16, 2020 8:41 pm
As Dukalu turns, you can see the captain at her wheel. She is dressed head to toe in black, with tight, buxom black leather and black boots to match her jet black hair. She laughs, "Do with him as you like, Mate. Judging by how you like your flute, I would have guessed you would like to hear some of his music."
Aug 16, 2020 8:45 pm
"Fine, I'll let him live." Dukalu winks at the Captain. "Poca, take the canary to his cage and feed him well enough to sing for us. We will be in Baya before sunrise" The men escort you down to the brig and lock you up. They give you a towel, and the cook gives you some meat and grog. You dry off and enjoy quite a good meal. The pirates leave you in peace.
Aug 16, 2020 8:52 pm
Running fingers through my hair to pull it back over one ear, and smiling towards the captain, I sing:
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Aug 16, 2020 8:55 pm
OOC:
Well, I was writing my reaction out to the captain before I refreshed to see your last post.Aug 16, 2020 9:09 pm
It was a bit hard to sleep having never been on a sailing ship before. It seemed there was a noise for everything. The bells constantly sounded and rung in the time and rhythm of watches. The dinner was a rousing affair of drunken pirates singing and joking that drowned out your music, followed by the obvious sounds of sex and laughter. It all but rattled your royal sensibilities, yet they seemed like happy folk celebrating some victory.
Aug 16, 2020 9:17 pm
Biding my time, trying to stay alert while getting my sea legs, as I've been on and in water as an elf and a shark for a few days now. Somewhat concerned what a drunken sailor may do, someone aroused by the sounds I over hear, and wondering a bit how such a beautiful lady has taken command. I listen for any advantage, search the cell, test the locks, and bid my time to see what is to come.
Aug 16, 2020 9:46 pm
"You are the bard that Uhti has told me to rescue." The Captain has come before dawn with keys in hand to open your cell.
Aug 16, 2020 10:31 pm
"I do appear to be the only bard aboard, or at least the only one in obvious need of rescue."
Aug 16, 2020 10:36 pm
"All the same, given the choice of staying in this cell, or leaving with you, I am most asuredly the bard Mother Uhti has sent you for."
Aug 16, 2020 10:39 pm
The captain laughs, "Yes, it would appear. I apologize for not having realized sooner. Come, we shall take a long canoe as we have arrived at Baya. Pray tell, what business do you have there?"
Aug 16, 2020 10:43 pm
I follow her. "One grows tired of repeating tales to kindred who know them by heart, or entertaining the birds of the air and monkeys in the trees. Leaving the forest for the opportunities of the city is not such a mystery for a wandering spirit. One may ask, what business are you leading me to?"
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