Great Leech Bay((sorry, back))
"Sorry captain. I would like to help you and bandage your hand, but it would probably go horribly wrong. I don't mind sharing quarters with the cat though if he wants to. I like cats. I think they like my smell. Shall I carry on with the map and all that?"
Check our heading and that we are still going where we were planning several pages ago. Then go and feel sorry for myself.
The ship is right on course for Great Leech Bay.
"So .... about that bandage then?"
if no one actually bandages my hand, do it myself.
"Same ol' crew. heh. I wondere what tomorrow will bring. or this evening for that matter. I wonder what that fish tastes like, and if the cat will like it."
Nobody does. You bandage the wound as best you are able.
Devan takes the weaponry back to his quarters. He spends some time tempering the blades, sorting the arrows, and making adjustments to the armor so that there is one piece of armor for every crew member, minus the two animals: That Bloody Cat and the quartermaster. He doubted that no matter how hard he tried, no normal suit of armor would fit that dangerously tall individual, nor did he care about her wellbeing.
Techiness: 3
You harden the blades and convert the tallest suits of armour into scrap. Only four suits of armour remain, once you've finished making adjustments. How unfortunate.
Make my own godamn armor out of candy and weirdness also looks around see what I might recognize after fixing any wounds use the caramel to help.
Book learning: 6
You recall a brief discussion about how armour is made that you had with a a blacksmith.
Weirding: 6
And disappear into your cabin for an hour. When you come out, you are wearing a suit of shining, perfectly made peppermint candy armour, white and gold swirling across masterfully sculpted hardened sugar. The craftsmanship of the leaping dragon crest on the helm is unparalleled, the carefully chiselled jaws around the visor majestic and terrifying. You resemble a creature created by the gods, every inch of your body defended by flexible jointed sheets of peppermint, complete with gold-lined gauntlets and knee-high boots.
A brief bit of experimentation confirms that the armour is hard enough to punch through wood with without a scratch, and has such excellent impact compensation that you barely feel it.
Using the journals notes, materials on hand, and memory, compare the force at which the steam compressing device memorized before to propulsion by black powder as I manufacture the design.
You make a reasonably powerful version of the device. It couldn't really compete with gunpowder, unless you had a source of very highly pressured steam. What it could do would be to make any steam-powered device a lot more efficient.
That Bloody Cat continued munching dead peacock.
Mmm... peacock. Nearly out of peacock, except for the scientifically inedible parts (throat, wing, weird bit on the chest, tail, some of the stomach, the non-scrumptious segment of the brain, and those slightly tough bits on the legs.)
The Gareth sails along into Great Leech Bay. Instead of the menacing giant the name suggests, however, there are only a few large cruise-ships, crowded with various unidentifiable figures. The ships are circling about, about a point which happens to lie on the shortest path between you and your destination.
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Topic: Maiden Voyage of the HMS Gareth, RTD, (Read 26150 times)