May 22, 2017 9:09 pm
The KGSS Chianti, a corvette in service to the Kingdom of Gwendyll Shipping Services, sat sails up, bobbing from the small ocean waves. The ship had years of service, she was made of the common Gwendyll Standard wood, had six cannons for defense, and currently a cargo hold full of confiscated illegal substances. Her deck was freshly swabbed, the mops still a thin red, and the bodies wrapped, weighed, and shoved overboard. It was the only solid ground within miles, according to your newly appointed navigator's best estimates, however, you were concerned whether he was holding the sextant the right way. Regardless, you certainly felt like a small brown dot in a huge encompassing blue void.
You and the other survivors were gathered round a coil of rope, emitting a soothing orange glow from one of your crew member's Light spell. The night sky was cloudy, and the moon and stars were peeking through every so often. There was the white noise of small talk between the crowd, until one person, Shira, her sword still drawn, called out to hush them.
Another voice agreed with her, "Alright, alright, she's right! I know no one wants ta talk about it right now, but what needs ta be done, needs ta be done... We need a new captain." called out Andy, the loudest of the mutiniers, and their undeclared ring leader. He said this with his arms outstretched, looking round the ring of people gathered, in what appeared to be a genuine attempt at open discussion.
This made the white noise return, as hushed discussions erupted back all around you. Andy seemed to smile at this as his arms fell to his sides, exasperated. He quickly crossed his arms over his large gut, and he cried out with his grin growing bigger as he went "Fine! I know it be a tough burden ta bare, but if my fellow crew mates need me ta lead them, ta protect them, ta dole out their fair wages... I will oblige!" This seemed to be answered by a general dissatisfaction from the crew, and yet, still no one would speak up.
You and the other survivors were gathered round a coil of rope, emitting a soothing orange glow from one of your crew member's Light spell. The night sky was cloudy, and the moon and stars were peeking through every so often. There was the white noise of small talk between the crowd, until one person, Shira, her sword still drawn, called out to hush them.
Another voice agreed with her, "Alright, alright, she's right! I know no one wants ta talk about it right now, but what needs ta be done, needs ta be done... We need a new captain." called out Andy, the loudest of the mutiniers, and their undeclared ring leader. He said this with his arms outstretched, looking round the ring of people gathered, in what appeared to be a genuine attempt at open discussion.
This made the white noise return, as hushed discussions erupted back all around you. Andy seemed to smile at this as his arms fell to his sides, exasperated. He quickly crossed his arms over his large gut, and he cried out with his grin growing bigger as he went "Fine! I know it be a tough burden ta bare, but if my fellow crew mates need me ta lead them, ta protect them, ta dole out their fair wages... I will oblige!" This seemed to be answered by a general dissatisfaction from the crew, and yet, still no one would speak up.
