Turn 1 - Preparin' for AdventureI begin balencing the records of the ship to see what we need and get a value on the costs.
(4) With keen eye an' quick quill, along with a helpin' of abacus, ye take stock o' the ship, an' arr now comf'terble that yer guess is better 'an mine:
-The ship you've got (6) is a right beauty ter be sure! The sleekest prow that e'er cut through the waves, the finest timbers to weather any weather, an' despite years of the salty seas, she always smells faintly o' cinnamon an' mead! The gilt detailin' an' genuine ebony decks sure don't do much for inconspicuousness, though.
-For stores of food an' such, (2) yerr going ter want some. Unless ye figure the voyage'll only last a few hours.
-(5) Aside from that, though, ye find the scullery's perfectly adequate fer any cook. He'll not be wantin' for pots an' pans an' such.
-The ship's magazine (6) is full ter bursting with powder! (2) So much so ye had to jettison all the guns so she wouldn't scrape bottom comin' in to dock.
-There be (3) plenty o' room fer crew, though ye'll be needin' more bedding. All there is right now is 3 hammocks an' the capn's bed.
-There be (3) only one rowboat aboard fer landing an' escapin' an such.
I head out t' t' port, and scout for some decent cannonry.
(5) Checkin' around the place, ye find 8 cannon o' the finest quality at a fine price, an' 5 excellent gunnery men, willin' to work fer no advance pay.
I swaggerrr 'round the taverns in town, lookin' for news and gossip!
(5) By not drinkin' anything, ye manage ter learn much from those that do. After a drunken marriage proposal, a rather wealthy captain agrees to give ye any one thing he has, as long as ye never speak o' this again.
First, fer me appearance. I go an' buy a bucket o' live squid and weave em' into me beard. Th' world will remember cap'n err, first mate squidbeard!
(2) Tis not squid season round these parts, sadly, so the only one you find at market is rather too large to fit in yer beard. Before ye can ask where in the hells such a catch came from, or contemplate goin' ahead with such a mad feat of beard-weavin' regardless, someone else buys the beast.
Yarharhar, matey, I be needin' men to fill out the rest o' me command staff. Then, I be needin' a look at me ship afore I deem her seaworthy.
As yer quartermaster already be workin' on the examinin' o' the ship, ye march ashore ta look fer worthy an' willin' souls ter brave the mysterious seas with ye. As it 'appens, ye manage to find a trustworthy lookin' doctor just itchin' fer some adventure.
Ye ask 'im his name.
As he goes aboard, ye also find a Carpenter by the name o' Wolfchild wantin' to come aboard
Things seem to be goin' well, so far.
-New crewmates: Playergamer (Doctor, needs Pirate-y name), Wolfchild (Carpenter)