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 Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:03 pm
Fate's Specifications  Ship Rig ...........Full Rigged Ship Length Overall ........179 feet Length on Deck ........135 feet Height of Main Mast ...130 feet Displacement ..........500 tons Sail Area ......13,000 sq. feet Draft ..................13 feet Beam ...................32 feet Layout Image: http://shakti.trincoll.edu/~jconstan/hmsrose/g_arrangement_plan.jpg Sail layout: http://shakti.trincoll.edu/~jconstan/hmsrose/masting.jpg Originally built for the Royal Navy, Fate has long since fallen into the hands of Pirates. With a shallow draft of only 13 feet she is well equipped for raiding up River, and using the shallows to her advantage. She is also currenty in the possession of 36 guns.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:10 am
She rowed her boat as close as she could to it. Far Reach touched the hull of it and it was like touching a living monster. So much energy pasted for it to her, she pulled it back like it had burned her hand. "So what do you think, Dif, is it nice enough?" She said to the ferret plastered to her arm. He wasn't much of a sea animal. "Well, I'll let you on it, and then you can tell me yourself, yeah?" She had trouble pulling off him off her arm but when she did, she threw him up on the deck. "Well, of course, Dif, but tell me, is it colored nice?" She was delusional. The ferret had hurried itself to the deck and then made a leap of faith onto the port on the other side, loosing itself in the crowd. "That's the third one this week! Well, I guess I have to check myself. No one else is here." She anchored the small boat where it was and left one oar there.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 6:43 pm
He was pretty sure that he didn't see anyone who saw him climb onto the boat. At least he was almost sure. So he moved in a forced crawl low to the deck. But as he crawled, he already started to fall in love with the ship. Stupidly, he stood straight up as he admired it's lines and curves. Color really didn't make a difference to him. But the way the boat felt under his booted feet made him hope he could sail this one.
He ran his hands all over the wood and he admitted to himself that he was having a sentimental moment. So what, she was a beautiful thing. It took his breath away to even imagine captaining this boat. He came to the side facing out to see and looked down. A row boat with one oar, Far Reach's style. Far Reach was on the boat somewhere.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 11:50 am
Bo heard Gwen's calls to get this boat out of the bay and headed streight back for the wheel, her place was no longer on deck. On the way up to the wheel she saw a man looking over the side of the boat. Bo never took kindly to stowaways, or admierers of any kind. She stopped behind him, bent down, grabbed his anckles and pulled up. She had just literaly thrown him overboard, wile his back was turned; Thats what you get for not keepin your whits about you.
"I hate stowaways..."
Bo said with a fixed glare as she continued back to the wheel.
((This may sound a bit like autto hitting, but I wasn't sure how else to phrase it. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 12:36 pm
Darien grinned at Gwylen. 'I had some contacts who owed me a favour.' he said, noticing a female moving across the deck, trying to hide. He noticed, also, Bo flipping the stowaway over the deck. He laughed, put his han don his pistol, and moved towards where the female was trying to hide. (Far Reach)
Moving up to her, pretending not to see her, he pulled the pistol from under his belt in the small of his back, hidden by his cloak, and flipped it out of the edge of his cloak, pointing straight at her head. He was bluffing on how to use it properly, but he figured so long as he hit the person in the head, they'd be dead.
'And you are?' he asked, pushing the barrel of the pistol into her nose. 'Not part of this crew, I believe.'
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 3:43 pm
Gwylen shook her head, as she struggled to contain her amusment over Bo's deaing with the first intruder. As for the other one she had confidence that at that range, Darien wouldn't have a problem.
Moving over to stand behind him, she looked the other woman over wondering what had attracted the pair to this ship.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:12 pm
Noir had finally made it to the top deck he emerged back into the sunlight shading his eyes slightly as they readjusted. He looked around to see his new crewmates pinning down two others. "Ey? Who are these blokes? Are they part of the crew? And I know I came up here to ask something and now I have no idea what it was?" he scratched the back of his head in puzzlement. He now was disapointed that he'd left his rifle down in the galley it looked like he might have just gotten to shoot something or someone for that matter. Oh well... he took another bite into his apple making another crunching sound.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 11:47 pm
Masashi walked along the docks seeing ships here and there, but one more then the other cought his eye. He walked up to it and there was two women there talking as he walked on board and looked around the ship. " This is a nice ship... Please let me join." was the only thing he said as he looked at them his eyes shifting back and forth waiting to get an awnser.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:03 am
(Okay, Okay, I guess I don't read well.) No Gain fell over the side of the boat not quite catching the footsteps through his feet. He landed in Far Reach's boat, nearly capsizing it. He looked up but his 'attacker' was away from the side of the boat. Now that he was down here, he hadn't realized how good Far Reach had gotten with mounting a ship. He sighed, and tried his way up the side of the ship by way of swollen boards and gaps he could fit his hands and the tip of his boots into. When he touched the wooden top of the side hull, he vaulted over, saying "I'm too old for this."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:23 pm
Gwylen raised an eyebrow as she looked the newcomer over. At least he was being polite, which was more than she could say for some of the others. "Have any skills that migt be useful out on open seas?" Glancing over to Bo, she wondered what he thought about this late comer.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:56 pm
He watched her talk and deciphered the words quickly. "They can't torture me by singing filthy pirate songs," He said, snickering. "I thought I would let you know now that I can't hear a thing and haven't for as long as I've lived. I read lips and my own kind of sign language, but I can't see your mouth, I can't 'hear' you." He rubbed his head thinking of what he was good at. "I'm a great shot and I know ships and sir," he said to the other woman, "this is a great beast. And by the way, I'm Aislann but you can call me No Gain."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 4:21 pm
Motionless, Stara remained inside the Crow's Nest. She decided that these were matters to be handled by the captain, and other high ranking personel. Without a doubt, though, she listened quite intently to the conversation below. Unlike his companion, Bahari chose to walk around the Nest, paying close attention to every small crack an dent. In time, he jumped to the rim of the wooden bucketm an leaped out unto the main sail. With perfect balanced, her trailed the sail poles from left to right, causing Stara to occsionally glance his way. For a moment after, she leaned over the side to see exactly who was responsable for their delay. She saw two strangers, both either being questioned or at least detained. Finally, she decided to keep her position in order to better understand the matter at hand.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:07 pm
Far Reach sighed. She wasn't gonna steal the boat, she thought as she walked up the stairs to the deck. She wanted to though. It didn't have any places for oars but it was a good ship. "Sup," she said to the guy pointing the gun in her face. "Now what kind of man points a gun at a woman," she asked, easing around him, hoping he wouldn't shoot. "I may not be part the crew, but I sure would love to be." She smiled at him and moved on.
She stepped onto the deck and squinted in the sun. Her sight focused and the first person she saw was her brother. She didn't notice anyone else when she ran up and gave him the strongest hug she had to give. By the time she let go and stepped back, she'd already started to tear up.
Then she saw everyone else. And then she punched him in the jaw.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:35 pm
His neck wrenched back. Damn, she'd gotten strong or just lucky. "Well, it's nice to see you too." He said, wondering why he hadn't ducked out the way. He'd felt her coming, up the stairs, through the ship's wood. God, he wanted this ship-shape hunk of wood. "So, were you going to steal this vessel, too? I don't want to have to report you."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:48 pm
"I dare ya to. I'll get my trained oar on you." She stepped back again, lifting her oar onto her shoulder. "So what trouble are you in, No Gain?" She said, gesturing to the others. Then she noticed that she had been signing while she'd been talking without even thinking about it. Signing used to be their secret language so no one would ever get between them. But something had. "And whose ship is this?"
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