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Still up for this if someone wants to post and keep it going.
Yes indeed.
Meryl turned at the sound of footprints behind her. With lantern raised her free hand dropped to the small of her back where she kept a short dagger saved. She was no fighter and knew one quick swipe would likely only buy enough time for her to get a running start. The sight of Mary-Anne approaching in the evening dim left her slightly relieved if not a little surprised. Her pulse lightened and her mind immediately shifted back to business. âHallo, Marry-Anne Galloway.â
GallowayâŚGalloway⌠Her mind raced through a mental index. Gallow-Way, Gallow, Way to the Gallow. Her left eyebrow cocked slightly in the lantern light- An inquisitive tell she was known for. It was an unusual name which, despite her numerous contacts, she wasnât familiar. What was the Captainâs name, again? She thought as the manâs identity temporarily escaped her. Ripper, Rapper, Rodent⌠Roper! That was it. Different last name. So they werenât marriedâŚas sheâd suspected.
As one of the new crewmembers passed by, Meryl briefly scanned over the wiry man who was also, supposedly, the shipâs physician. She hoped he was a better at being a doctor than he was at loading cargo. She turned her attentions back to Mary-Anne quickly noticing how the womanâs countenance had fallen at the manâs passing. âMarylandâ She said in response to the greeting. âMaryland Bannister, but I usually go by Meryl.â She glanced down the dark winding pathway that led back to the port town. âIâm not really one for drinking, but I am interested in what measure of crew our Captain has managed to scrounge.â
âI'm also curious what kind of debts this lot has already managed to rack up.â Meryl said as they walked in the dark. Gambling and debts are for fools, they control people, Meryl. Theyâre sheep. A man that will let his vices control him isnât a man. He can be controlled. She could hear her fatherâs words replaying in her mind. She needed men that were malleable, pliable⌠or controllable. As they approached an unlit doorway she retrieved a ring of keys from her belt loop. Ruckus laughter and the shuffling of tables could be heard on the other side. She nonchalantly flipped through the keys and opened the door in the lantern light.
They entered through a candlelit corridor. Meryl very gingerly stepped over a pair of revelers that had already hit their limit for the evening and were scantly conscious. One man groaned and slowly reached a groping hand up towards the women as they passed- a hand which Meryl verily casually met with a swift kick that produced an oddly satisfying Thwack! as it impacted the wood floor. The man whimpered sorrowfully. âWatch your step.â She said with a brief glance back as they stepped into the main hall.
GallowayâŚGalloway⌠Her mind raced through a mental index. Gallow-Way, Gallow, Way to the Gallow. Her left eyebrow cocked slightly in the lantern light- An inquisitive tell she was known for. It was an unusual name which, despite her numerous contacts, she wasnât familiar. What was the Captainâs name, again? She thought as the manâs identity temporarily escaped her. Ripper, Rapper, Rodent⌠Roper! That was it. Different last name. So they werenât marriedâŚas sheâd suspected.
As one of the new crewmembers passed by, Meryl briefly scanned over the wiry man who was also, supposedly, the shipâs physician. She hoped he was a better at being a doctor than he was at loading cargo. She turned her attentions back to Mary-Anne quickly noticing how the womanâs countenance had fallen at the manâs passing. âMarylandâ She said in response to the greeting. âMaryland Bannister, but I usually go by Meryl.â She glanced down the dark winding pathway that led back to the port town. âIâm not really one for drinking, but I am interested in what measure of crew our Captain has managed to scrounge.â
âI'm also curious what kind of debts this lot has already managed to rack up.â Meryl said as they walked in the dark. Gambling and debts are for fools, they control people, Meryl. Theyâre sheep. A man that will let his vices control him isnât a man. He can be controlled. She could hear her fatherâs words replaying in her mind. She needed men that were malleable, pliable⌠or controllable. As they approached an unlit doorway she retrieved a ring of keys from her belt loop. Ruckus laughter and the shuffling of tables could be heard on the other side. She nonchalantly flipped through the keys and opened the door in the lantern light.
They entered through a candlelit corridor. Meryl very gingerly stepped over a pair of revelers that had already hit their limit for the evening and were scantly conscious. One man groaned and slowly reached a groping hand up towards the women as they passed- a hand which Meryl verily casually met with a swift kick that produced an oddly satisfying Thwack! as it impacted the wood floor. The man whimpered sorrowfully. âWatch your step.â She said with a brief glance back as they stepped into the main hall.
Postage for Meryl coming up tomorrow.
Meryl regarded the proceedings carefully. From atop a large, shaded wooden crate she studied each of the new crewmembers while keeping the shipâs manifest within view. It was an oddly shaped vessel compared to the tri-hull catamarans that her people preferred. As it bobbed gently in the dock, it seemed top-heavy with its single hull and aligned masts. The Captain and some of the rabble he had managed to recruit were quite a contrast as well. Their clothes were heavy and carried a worn formality that appeared nonsensical to her. They seemed more a people conditioned to conquer the water rather than to let it work with them. As they labored some of the men gazed up occasionally at her perch. Some were quizzical, others uncaring and some looked on with more base motivations. Her returned glance was even and unmoving as the port breeze moved her hair gently.
She was moderately surprised at how easy it had been to gain access to the foreign ship. She observed a few locals had enlisted in the crew when they first assembled on deck. There was no one that she knew among them and if they had known of her they had chosen not to speak. Her fatherâs reputation was still heavy on land and sea and his reach had not shortened in his rumored retirement. She had likewise inherited many of his contacts and had been told of an unusual ship making port in the South along with rumors of a shipwrecked crew on one of the barrier islands. Their ship, interestingly, had been of a similar design. Normally, such circumstance would have been of little interest to her, but the uncommon variables in this one had piqued her curiosity. This Captain had been at just the right place and time to pick up this forlorn crew.
The presence of another female was also a particular point of interest. Meryl knew the woman was not local to the port and unlike the others had not received any tasking from the Captain after their initial assembly. Instead, she had reported directly to the manâs quarters without reappearing until the latest announcement to gather at the Tavern⌠and received a generous change in clothes as well. As the sun blazed down into the orange cast of late evening, she hopped down from the crate as the other woman disembarked mentally noting how she had waited for most of the others to depart before emerging. Meryl nodded cordially enough, eyes slightly narrowed, as they passed on the gangway. The contrast between the two was evident: Meryl wearing the islanders' light mid-calf cut trousers, sleeveless blouse and simple thong sandals and the other woman in a full dress. Meryl proceeded on board to check on how the cargo had been stored.
Resisting the urge to explore further than the duty required, Meryl quietly made her rounds about the hold and when satisfied returned to the deck. Save for two guards posted, she was the last member of the crew to depart as the final vestiges of daylight had nearly disappeared. She flipped a silver coin to each man before leaving. âKeep my ship safe while Iâm out, ya?â She said with a grin. âIâll be back in a wink.â The men looked on puzzled as Meryl disappeared with lantern in hand, but each pocketed a coin that would translate into several drinks the next time someone else drew guard duty.
She was moderately surprised at how easy it had been to gain access to the foreign ship. She observed a few locals had enlisted in the crew when they first assembled on deck. There was no one that she knew among them and if they had known of her they had chosen not to speak. Her fatherâs reputation was still heavy on land and sea and his reach had not shortened in his rumored retirement. She had likewise inherited many of his contacts and had been told of an unusual ship making port in the South along with rumors of a shipwrecked crew on one of the barrier islands. Their ship, interestingly, had been of a similar design. Normally, such circumstance would have been of little interest to her, but the uncommon variables in this one had piqued her curiosity. This Captain had been at just the right place and time to pick up this forlorn crew.
The presence of another female was also a particular point of interest. Meryl knew the woman was not local to the port and unlike the others had not received any tasking from the Captain after their initial assembly. Instead, she had reported directly to the manâs quarters without reappearing until the latest announcement to gather at the Tavern⌠and received a generous change in clothes as well. As the sun blazed down into the orange cast of late evening, she hopped down from the crate as the other woman disembarked mentally noting how she had waited for most of the others to depart before emerging. Meryl nodded cordially enough, eyes slightly narrowed, as they passed on the gangway. The contrast between the two was evident: Meryl wearing the islanders' light mid-calf cut trousers, sleeveless blouse and simple thong sandals and the other woman in a full dress. Meryl proceeded on board to check on how the cargo had been stored.
Resisting the urge to explore further than the duty required, Meryl quietly made her rounds about the hold and when satisfied returned to the deck. Save for two guards posted, she was the last member of the crew to depart as the final vestiges of daylight had nearly disappeared. She flipped a silver coin to each man before leaving. âKeep my ship safe while Iâm out, ya?â She said with a grin. âIâll be back in a wink.â The men looked on puzzled as Meryl disappeared with lantern in hand, but each pocketed a coin that would translate into several drinks the next time someone else drew guard duty.
Should have a post up tomorrow. Glad we're off and running.
Ready when you are.
LOL, you put too much thought into it. It was an analogy for our current game situation: Stall Warning.
I'll stop now.
I'll stop now.
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