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Post by Akla Lone Wolf on Jan 9, 2006 20:51:14 GMT -5
Akla Lone Wolf hung from the rigging of his ship Bandalure, scanning the horizon for land. He and his crew had been out on sea for days, and supplies were running dangerously low. "It will not be long until mutiny breaks out," he recently told his first mate, Warscov, a pine marten.
Akla was completely dark grey with a scrap of black silk across his left eye. He had lost it in a fight with his brother over a ship long ago.
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Post by Deodar on Jan 13, 2006 19:05:53 GMT -5
"I am ever your loyal companion, Cap'n." Warscov said, even though he was extremely hungry he didn't want to say so because he didn't want to get on the bad side of Akla. Suggesting mutiny would probably make the lone wolf angry.
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Post by Akla on Jan 16, 2006 19:29:40 GMT -5
Akla smiled at his first mate. "I know you are, my faithful companion. We must concentrate on getting to land. There should be an island near to where we are..." Lone Wolf pointed at an island on the map that was in front of him. "It might take a day or two. We must be careful."
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Post by Deodar on Jan 16, 2006 21:24:14 GMT -5
"I will alert the crew that we will have a fourth of our usual rations. They won't be pleased, but we won't survive if we have our normal half rations. There isn't enough food to live off of for more than a few days." He went off to tell the galley cook about the new rations.
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Post by Akla on Jan 18, 2006 17:05:35 GMT -5
Akla got up from his table and paced around the cabin. It would be too dangerous to go on the deck, for mutineers would most likely be out and about. As he paced, he would look out the window to see any sight of land. It can't be that long now, can it?
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Post by Deodar on Jan 18, 2006 18:53:09 GMT -5
Warscov reported back with a bloody cloth tied around his paw, "Cap'n, the cook certainly isn't happy. He was so angry that he threw his butcher knife at me."
Warscov grimaced, "I had to teach him a bit of a lesson. I hope he can chop with two missing fingers."
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Post by Akla on Jan 19, 2006 16:48:39 GMT -5
Akla laughed and helped to sit his first mate down. He took a clean cloth and gave it to him. "Cooky was never too fond of cutting rations, was he? It must be very hard to cut into fourths--" He was cut off when a crewrat shouted from the crows nest: "Land ho!! 'Tis land, mateys!" Akla burst out of his cabin door and ran to the port side along with his crew. There was indeed land, but only a small piece. Akla was soon roaring orders. "Stretch those sails out! The wind isn't with us, but we can tack! Turn to port, to port! Gerroff the side, lads, and get moving! We'll soon have good food down our stomachs."
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Post by Deodar on Jan 19, 2006 21:13:58 GMT -5
(Can we both Rp with "Cooky"?)
Warscov jumped up quickly from his seat and ran on deck. Leaning over the side of the railing he could see the land. He gave a whoop and began running around and helping the crew beasts where needed.
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Post by Akla on Jan 21, 2006 12:27:19 GMT -5
((yup! i just made it up tho'. lol!)) Akla himself took the tiller and steered toward the small patch of land. He was thinking of who would be in the scavenging party and who would stay. Hmm...We'll have to look for fresh water first. Then see if there's any fruit to be found... He was lost in thought as the ship pressed onward.
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It was now evening and the island was more than a dark dot. Akla was still at the tiller and was staring at the little island. |
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