Turn 8 1/2 - Derelict FoundI be tryin' somethin' new in honor o' yesterday, as it be a short update...
Bah. I'd be angry if I didn't just neay die. Climb up the rope, then use my knowledge as a carpenter to scramble back aboard. Missing an ear, full of splinters, and rather pissed. Piratey enough?
Arr ye've had one hell o' a night! Cold, wet, salty, injured, splintery, ye be right bloody furious! Well, the only thing ta do is get back aboard. (4) Fumbling an' cursin' like a man with a fishhook in his ear, ye untie yer waist from th' Ballista and start haulin yerself up its line.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0s2mDPyyrc8Arr, Lalasa, me good matey! Go out 'n parrlay if'n need be. I be studyin' me charts, Timmy in hand. P'raps there be some reference point I c'n find.
Ye'll take a gander at that otharr ship in a moment, but right now ye've got ter check yer maps, havin slept on the puzzle o' navigat'n an' gained mornin' insight. (5) Hmm, ye need a reference point? Well, shiver yer timbers! O'course! Ye were just somewhere yesterday! The Seedy Isle, in the Questionable Archipelago, a cluster o' wee islands off the coast o'... Ahoy! Ye know where ye arr!
The world be:
RoundSo, co-ord's be based on...
...Lattitude:
Equatorial...Hemisphere:
WesternNow, about that Derelict...
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0POuy8E3xYyGit ready fer any damage the ship may take, it may be scurvy blackguards lookin to ambush us
Ye don't trust this at'all, fer all ye know they may just be waitin' till ye get close to pop the hatches an' hold ye up. Well, yer as ready as ye'll ever be. Let 'em try to sink ye!
http://vocaroo.com/i/s02lOYN5wQexI be locking the cook in his cabin, and looking around inside the birds chest, to make sure it's alright.
I also hand me bird willin'ly o'er to the doctorr. Charrles be lookin' rather oddly thare, so hopefully he be fine.
Ye tell Lyle he best stay in 'is room fer the duration o' his illness; there be few things more botherin' than havin' the sniffles at sea, so ye be needin to keep the rest o' the crew clean.
The Diplomat hands o'er her bird, who seems to be goin' bloody mad at the sight of th' other ship. "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" 'e squawks! Seems to calm down as ye take 'im withindoors, though, and ye decide to take another look at 'im. (3) First ye take a listen, pressin' yer ear to the bird. Ye can't seem to hear a beat, but it could be all th' feathers in the way. Hmm, ye're not to sure what's wrong w' him, humans bein' yer field o' expertise, but best guess 'is heart be injured some'ow. Maybe 'is little outbursts be caused by little cardiac arrests?
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0CdlafK1XUCUse me fishn' pole to reel in that there wreak closer! I bet there be booty aboard!
(6) Ye cast the line, and it catches on th' rail, pullin' taut! Ye begin to reel, but the line snaps! Well, what did ye expect? It be an entire bloody ship!
'tis then that ye hear a Colonial accent a' cursin' an' sputtr'in behind ye. "ALRIGHT! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! You've had your fun, now this time take me seriously!"
"ARR!? How in the hells did ye get back aboard? Ye s'posed ter be drown'd!"
"With my ship-grappling BALLISTA, of course!"
"Ship-grapplin' ye say?" Ye dash across and look o'er the other side o' the ship. Sure enough, it be tharr, hanging by a big line an' bobbing in the water. Runnin' down ta the gun deck, ye unhook it and start pullin' the rope in, until with a great heave ye squeeze it through th' gun hatch. After haulin' it in ter place an' reelin' the grapple back in, ye fire at the other ship! CRACK! The grapple punches through the side just 'neath the deck, gettin' good an' stuck!
Which might be a problem, if ye need to cast away from the wreck in a hurry...
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1jaFRgRjdvpI pr'pare meself to do dealin's and such with whatever crew thare may be on thee otherr ship. Seem t'be real empty, that boat.
(3) It be a bit early in the mornin' fer yer best parlay, and ye be short one bird, but at least yer arrmed if it all goes ta hell.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1ysDC5bLlRlChange o' plans. Haul 'im up an' toss 'im on the derelict. If 'e comes back I'll let 'im live.
Emergin' from yer cabbin, ye see a certain loony. Well, this be perfect! Just who ye need fer' an advance parrty!
A few minutes later, he's got a rifle an' tightropes 'is way 'cross to th'other boat. Hmm, walks the rope like a true sailor, p'raps ye judged 'im too harshly. Ye decide to keep 'im if he comes back breathin'.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1ZOt0S4nvuAMr. Runeworth, ye reach th'other deck to find it indeed be empty above. After a few steps, ye see that not only be the sails missin' but the helm as well, wheel an' all! Nothin' but a splintered base to mark it. Could 'ave been a cannonball, ye suppose, but none o' the rest o' the ship shows signs of takin' fire. There be long scratch marks all ovarr, though, all of 'em in groups of four. Like someone draggin' their fingernails. Ye approach the door ter the cabin. There be a big bloodstain reachin' f'rm under th' door. Well, that be right suspicious, so ye cock the hammer back on th' flintlock.
Click.At the sound, noises suddenly begin stirrin' within the ship. Behind ye' ye hear something poundin an' scrapin' on th' hatch frm below! Ye turn around just in time ter see the hatch break open, and things come crawlin' out!
Big dog-rat-man things!
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1WB7eF6UpUZ
Capn', don't be forgetting about yer NPC crew! If ye give 'em orders, they'll try an' follow em, each group rollin' fer results. Right now ye've got only one group, but don't be forgettin' em!
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