IC Thread - Hunting Beasties

The work to get the ships ready carries on through most of the night, the crews working hard to get the minor damage done in the clash repaired and checking to ensure that both are fully seaworthy. The following morning comes around and you find the Tempest and the Diamant cutting swiftly through the waves. The former crew of the Tempest who were deemed to be too untrustworthy to keep aboard were loaded into a ships boat within sight of the shoreline of Jaragua, their captain however remains clapped in irons below decks of the Diamant.

As the morning passes into the afternoon you all find time to get yourselves familiar with your new schooner and are suitably impressed with the Castillian built vessel. Whilst you are some distance from the Diamant to maximize the amount of the horizon you can scan together in pursuit of your quarry you are close enough to see a signal passing between the two vessels.

Llorenco - the man stands at the tiller, his eyes flicking between his duties and yourself seeming to expect his good fortune of not being keelhauled at the least to evaporate if the mood takes you or one of the other 'officers'. He thinks for a few moments before responding, his accent placing him of Avolonian heritage "Aye, the Tempest has always been a fairly settled lady to sail. She has a tendency to let ye know her mind if ye take her into the rough stuff but she's quite well mannered asides from that" he smiles fondly, his suspicions seeming to fade for the moment "I was only with the old captain for a few months. My old ship, the Curse of the Rambler, made the crossing fine but a storm swept in as we tried to make it through the Devils Strait. Next thing I know I'm being fished out of the sea but some of the natives here about and ended up in San Sancha trying to scrape by" he shrugs looking a bit resigned to how his fate has gone thus far "When I got word the cap'ain was taking on crew me empty belly kindof got the best of my good senses as it were and I signed on without asking too many questions". He seems about to continue but quickly clams up, giving you another suspicious glance seeming worried he may have said too much of the wrong thing.

Bastien - As you reach the deck you see the crew working well, those who joined from the Tempest's original crew getting the odd angry glance from the crew originally of the Diamant but these fade as the day progresses and the need to get the various tasks done overriding any animosity between the two groups for the time being. As you stand at the rail you feel a blessedly cool breeze wash over you and you begin to hope for a pleasant evening before you catch the low rumble of thunder in the distance.

Satterson - You make a similar observation of the crew from your position, everyone seeming to be working well for the time being. As you revel in the relative solitude of being up in the nest you also hear the sound of thunder in the distance. Looking tin the direction that you see dark clouds gathering you make out the flash of lightning but just as you are about to call out to let the rest of the crew know your eye catches a different flash, cannon fire maybe? Looking through your spy glass you make out a ship just inside the storm that is firing but you cannot make out any obvious target for it's cannon fire.