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[RangerJoe]

San Salvadore island has seen a lot of wear and tear over the years—first it was a sand spit where Columbus landed back in 1492, then I was a naval listening post for the States before they split up. Finally, they built a Cub Med on the strip of sand a scant dozen miles long, sticking out of the Carib into the deep dark blue…but that got completely washed away during the storms of ’32.

Now San Salvadore is a smuggler’s paradise and a pirate’s home away from home. The smell of sweet tropical flowers mingles with the exhaust of T-birds idling in the clearings near the harbor. It’s early in the day, and the shops and stalls are just opening along the harbor front. Metas of all kinds can be seen waking up on their ships, stumbling out of cabins, and making ready to sail.

The Insert Name of Ship Here is riding at anchor in the island's northern harbor. Her cells are charged, the wind is fresh out of the east, and your stores are full with fresh food. The Carib is yours. It’s time to wind up any business you have on shore and set a course!

[Sandoval Smith]

Noticing the sunlight slanting across the deck, Corinna glanced at her watch, wondering how on earth she'd let a sphere of hydrogen plasma sneak up on her. The time piece told her that it was half passed mai tai. which meant that it was half til margarita. That was an hour worth staying up for, and it'd been a good... night? Week? Month? She really couldn't remember. Everything more than a few hours old was fuzzed together into a warm sense of not so bad. Sven had wanted her to do something, but she couldn't remember if it'd been last night, or three months ago. Both seemed equally likely. She knew he'd said something to her before one party or another, but there'd been so many, and if it'd been important, surely he would've reminded her. Unless he'd told her last night, in which case he'd probably expect it to be done by today.

Hmm, that was a problem. She'd have to reflect on it over a mai tai. At least for the next twenty minutes. Then she'd start using margaritas to aid her cognitive functions.

It was already looking like another good day.

[Sphynx]

"The blood doth run cold....", Sven moaned as he walked up onto the deck in the too-early morn. The 10 o'clock hour was near at hand. The previous night party left a couple of rag-tag remnants sleeping on the deck, twas hardly a sight for heavy eyes. It was time to clean the deck, and nothing did that better than a full-speed ride into the watery heavens which surrounded them. "From me boat you scurvy dogs, tis time ye found yer home that nay be mine!", Sven cursed as he picked up some elf poser and his human friend by the collars in their sleep and started tossing them overboard. Fortunately for them, the docks were softened by left over netting that covered the section they landed in. Not the most pleasant way to awaken, but it didn't actually seem to awaken them, as they nuzzled into the netting for more sleep. Checking that the full 5 man crew was aboard, Sven woke the rest with a morning blaring of the horn. "We be off to yonder parts. Pack thy gear and set thyselves to thy duties, we make for the rivers of Asgard on this morn!", he finished in a bit of a slur, as the bottle of rum went ends up over his lips.

[Lindt]

Iron Rodger Reed, bright green dreadlocks flapping in the wind stands atop the wheelhouse roof, master of all he surveys. The master takes a deep breath of the salty sea air, leans over the railing, and promptly barfs last nights drinking binge into the Caribbean.
"Nevea mix the Meister of the Jager and the Capt. of the good shhip Morgan. Dey will trade broadshides all night. Now dosh anyone know who turned that pretty girl I was with lashtnight into what ever dat ish?" Rodger points to the inflatable whale sitting on deck.

With all the acrobatic skills a hung over dwarf can muster, which is to say very little, Reed bounds (stumbles, trips falls) down to the main deck. Managing a loose salute to Sven Iron wanders in search of rum, and some coffee to dilute it with.

The morning horn several min. later rousts a much fresher looking (and smelling) Rodger, who having had the whole skin, never mind just a hair, of the dog, strikes a slightly saltier sight then most people around this part. As long as he dose'nt try and say that.
"Lets get this circus a sailing"

[kevyn668]

Mornin' already...?

Dusty crawls out from whatever had been sheilding him from the sun and peeks one eye open.

Yep. Mornin'. *groans*

Figuring he doesn't want to end up like the two loaffers Sven pitched over the side, Dusty struggles to his feet. In doing so, he notices he's not wearing shoes. Or a shirt. With a sheepish grin he snaps off a quick salute to the boss, "Mornin' Cap'n," before hustling off to find some footware. And take a leak.

[Ray Becker]

Sitting up sharpish Ralph or Clump as he was known to most groned and placed a hand to his forhead before completely coming to his feet, glancing down he was impressed with himself somehow he'd had the mind to make a pillow out of his great coat. Picking it up and putting it on he took a good look around the deck, must have been a hell of a party he mused he started for the way below decks,

"Mornin Ca'tin it be ah fine day for salin wouldn't ye say"

he called out as he passed out of sight below decks.

[Tarantula]

Charlie jumped up to his feet when he heard the horn blowing, before realizing it was simply the morning wake up calll. "Cappin gets me e'vry time with that." Grumbling, Charlie heads up to the deck where he makes a quick dive in the water and climbs back out to rinse off whatever it was on him that smelled so foul. "Tha's a bit better. Mornin Cap. I'll jus go down n check that we still got all our stuff in tha hold." Walking on down to the cargo hold Charlie begins lacklusterly checking that nothing got stolen last night.

[Lindt]

"Clump mate, hows pickings fer ya?" Rodger shoots across the decks to his old shipmate.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna stood back from the railing, rubbing out the stiffness in her arms. Her head was twinging a bit so she decided to hit the sickbay up for a couple of aspirin. "Hey Charlie," she called out as she crossed the deck, "y'know, that's maglock really doesn't do us much good if you don't close...the... damn it." She remembered what it was Sven had told her to do, and it had been last night. Bugger. She hoped that nothing had wandered off, for her sake.

As she went below deck and headed for her 'office' she rummaged around in her pockets for her keys. Whenever it was party time, she kept the door double padlocked, ever since coming to the rather irritating observation that drunks found scalpels to be irresistable playthings.

She didn't come back out until a little after margurita o'clock. The aspirin had taken care of her headache, but she still felt a tension behind her eyes. She'd been looking forward to mixing herself up one, but the thought of having another drink made her stomach twist slightly. Otter was sending her a subtle message that he wasn't happy with how she'd been treating herself. When one's totems begins speaking directly to someone, one was wise to listen. She'd already learned once the penalties of ignoring the Power that touched you.

She felt a twinge of jealousy when she saw the mostly empty bottle of rum at Sven's side. Although her stomach disagreed, her gut was telling her that a swig of that was exactly what she neeed (it always amused her when the two disagreed). "Morning, captain,' she said casually. "Everyone got all their bits and pieces with 'em?" She didn't really wait for an answer, leaning back against the rail and looking over her shoulder out to sea.

[Sphynx]

The purr of the motor goes almost unheard against the background noises of the ocean and harbor. Sven waits for everyone interested in a morning dip to return to the boat, then starts belaying the ever common, and usually ignored since they're usually already being done anyhows, "We sail to the northeast this day, Ralph, pull up the sails, this day we go by wind, Rogers, give him a hand. Corinna get us some wind will'ya. Rusty and Charlie, hoist the ropes, na'ar yonder regions we sail. Ralph, I shall need a hand with the navigations shortly.", Sven pulls some of the ropes to help hoist the sails with Ralph and Rodgers.

[ Spoiler ]

4 dice to help with the sail riggings, +5 from seamanship knowledge.

Looks like Ralph and I are the only sailors in the bunch... Charlie has only Submarines as a skill... that's still correct?

[Tarantula]

Charlie finishes a quick-check of the inventory, and everything still looks in place when he hears the motor start up. He climbs up on deck and starts helping Rusty with the ropes.

"Yarr Sven, I'm hoistin away. Everything below decks looks like its still about. Where're we haulin' off too this day? I can help out with the navigation as well, 'less you want me to make a better check of the hold. Might have a stowaway."

[ Spoiler ]

6 dice for helping sail, at a +2TN from defaulting from Submarine

Charlie does only have submarines, he can default to ship, but he mostly is/uses things focused on underwater.

He does have Nav/Sea at a 6 though, not to mention Smuggler Routes/Havens.

[kevyn668]

Dusty strains against the ropes but he reigns them in. Not familiar with rigging he relys on his lessons from Sven.

Stowaways?

"Wha'sa matter Chuck? Too much to drink last night? Or is that ork stripper still cloudin' yer mind?" Dusty laughs. "You was just down there, hombre." He smiles. "Gimme a hand with this." [does something sailorish]

[ Spoiler ]

Do we really need to throw a ton of dice just to sail out of port?

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna gives Sven an affirmative nod, and then waits for he, Ralph, and Rodgers to finish with the sails before she closes her eyes and reaches her mind out to the sky. She felt the need to push herself, just a little. "No rain, no sleet, no snow, no hail, just a gentle wind to fill our sail."

She felt the spirit coalesce before her, but at the last moment something twisted inside, making her sag back against the railing with a grimace of discomfort. She'd pushed herself a little too far. However, at her command, the air spirit made the sails billow out and the ship leap forward. A little pain was a small price to pay for that.

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[ Spoiler ]

I don't know if RangerJoe mentioned how he wanted us to deal with dice, so I made Corinna's roll for summoning a Force 4 Air spirit (to use it's movement power)
Conjuring 4: 5,4,4,1
Drain (4M): 16, 7, 3,3,2,2, = L stun.

[Ray Becker]

Emerging from below deck Ralph calls back to Iron,

"It be fine Iron lad but there still be room for improvements."

Looking up as Sven yelled out orders Ralph doesn't wait to ackknowladge them but leaps straight to it the sails slowly unfurl.

[ Spoiler ]

Just in case thats my roll if there are more dice to add from helping hands I dunno.

Sailboat
17 05 05 03

"I'll be with ye in just ah few ticks' Ca'tin"

[RangerJoe]

With a sudden gust of wind from Corrina's spirit of the skys, the good ship ShipNameHere leans into the breeze, and starts cutting the surf out of harbor. Thanks to the good steersmanship of her crew, the vessel avoids any hazards of navigation in the harbor (which is crowded, but by no means packed, with other ships--most of the smaller of which dodge out of the way).

The day is fair and the spirit's movement power backs a gentle, but powerful breeze behind you, which seems to turn with the ship. You sail north out of the harbor (the only way to go). To starboard is the deep, inky blue of the Atlantic, with naught in between but water, traders laden with goods from exotic Africa, and a bit of the blue water navy. To port is the Carrib-- rich with islands, mystery, and intrigue (not to mention Karnival Kruise Lines--the premier party boat of the CAS). The bow of the ship is pointed more or less towards Bermuda, a few days' sail north, and to aft is San Salvadore again, and beyond, the tip of Amazonia (eventually).

[Sphynx]

Sven looks to the northeast, as he pulls Ralph towards him as he gestures the rest of the crew inwards, "Yonder way be the triangle of Bermuda, it doth pull me as a place of plundering, many a ship hast been lost in the sea verily enough. What say ye, that we do polt for ourselves a course into that nether region, and find for us either deeds of heroism to accomplish, or a graveyard of lost boats to plunder?" He then stands, pointing to the southwest, "Yonder waters be nary a sight for the weak, tis a near limitless place of plundering, but filled with enough pirates as to make it seem less than visually desireable. But the chance for battle be greater, and the honor high as the pleasures that can be garnished. Each victory having a reward in innebriation and other loot. ", he then points westward, "That direction doth have a place of true battle, Aztlan. No battles would be greater, and no reward smaller, but the honor would be immeasureable. Battle doth pull me forward with a yearning I can but barely resist, to plunder the verily endless number of Aztlan patrol boats would yield us a name that would go down in history forever.", he then turns, facing the crew with a serious face. "You may choose our path, Exploration and Adventure to the Northeast, Riches and Intoxication to the Southwest, or Honor and Fame to the far west. Or perhaps you have another suggestion...."

[Tarantula]

Charlie leans in to listen to the Captain speak. "Well, I be liking the sound of the triangle. Plenty o' plunder thats down in the deep, and naught another vessel to be botherin' us."

[kevyn668]

Dusty may not be close enough to hear the captian's voice but he can see the big man's lips moving. He can only imagine what Sven's saying to the grizzled sea dwarf at his side but judging by the look in the shaman's eye, it was going be a pretty damn good day.

I love my job...YARRR! Dusty smiles to himself.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna visibly flinches at the mention of Aztlan. "Let's not go west, ne? I hear that the Yuctan is particularly toxic this time of year, and that's put everyone from the peninsula to the coast of old Texas in a bad mood. Not to mention that, "Hey! Look! Aztlan!" is one of the biggest buzzkills this side of catching an APDS with your face. I think that Northeast is the place to go. Karnival should be gearing up for the season, making them easy pickings for party crashers. Tourists are always dropping things." She begins ticking off points on her fingers. "Trinkets, knickknacks, wallets, jewelry, kegs, small children, large dogs, medium sized boats..." She stops, realizing her hand has started shaking too much to keep counting on. Guiltily, she pulls a flask from the pocket of her lab coat, and takes a long drink. "Northeast!" she urges, sounding refreshed. "Too party and plunder! Yarr!"

[RangerJoe]

With a turn of the wheel, Sven is able to angle the ship NE, setting a course for mysterious northern waters. The prow of ShipNameHere cuts through the lightly rolling waves, leaving a glistening spray in its wake. To port, small green islands are visible, just along the horizon, and San Salvadore is rapidly diminishing behind you.

Who is on what watch, and who is maning the lookout/sensors/big spy glass?

[Sphynx]

Sven mans the Steering wheel, relying on Ralph's navigational skills at the sensors to get them to the Bermuda coastline in the fastest way possible, "We'll be pullin inta the port of Hamilton a'fore I do grace the gods of sleep. Keep the sails full, and eyes open for oppurtunity my friends, Tis a long path til we come hither.", he leans over to Corinna, "Why don'tcha head down to the cabins hon, and rest thy body as thy mind scouts ahead for us...?", he asks of her quietly. "Dusty! Charlie! Watch that line, that pole comes swingin around and we'll be havin to pick you out of the water."

By now the boat is going at full speed, the Hydrofoils starting to show themselves above the surface of the water, reducing the friction further as the boat is pushed by the ocean wind and the spirit which visibly keeps the sails filled. The water is being skimmed over, leaving almost no mark as it flees along at top speed.

The wind and mist sprayed from the boat blows through the captain's long hair, and presses his silk shirt tightly against his body revealing one of the most muscular physiques a human could ever hope to attain. The smile on his face ruins it though, it's like a kid's smile at his own birthday party, but with sharp fang like teeth.

[Tarantula]

Charlie looks around before heading to the bow of the ship and looking out over the ocean as the boat skims along it. He grips the rail, not because he is worried he will fall off himself, but to reduce anyone elses worry of the same. I hope that theres something worth hauling up from the triangle. Last salvage we tried was terrible, wouldn't want that happening again. Fraggin' old boat fell apart as we pulled it up. Have to make sure to get a big net next time we're in port.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna took the captain's hint, and headed below to her berth. She grinned and shook her head as she heard him bellowing at the spirit for, "More winds! More speed!" He'd let the thrill of rushing wind and looming plunder go to his head again. She'd made sure that the spirit at least knew to stop blowing well before it risked tearing the masts from the deck.

She took one last nip from her flask then tossed it onto the formless bean bag chair in the corner. She settled in comfortably into the nest of tangled sheets in her hammock, zipping up the top, just in case Sven decided to make any drastic course adjustments while she was out.

Then she closed her eyes and let her spirit slip free of her body. Almost immediately, the ship began to draw ahead of her, its walls passing through her astral body until she popped out the aft hull. It pulled away at more than twice her 'slow' speed, and she gave the spirit a friendly acknowledgment before going fast.

With a thought, she went up about half a kilometer, high enough that if there was anything weird in the water, it couldn't just rear out and snap her up. The sea was lit up below her like a starry night sky, the ShipNameHere a small gray shape cutting across it's surface. She sped ahead of it, passing over a kilometer of sea every few seconds, her 'eyes' searching for any other dim, large, moving shapes passing over the 'stars.'

She hoped there was a cruise ship somewhere ahead of them. She could still taste the alcohol from that last shot of rum like a coating of slime on the back of her throat. It'd be nice to get her throat around something top shelf. Maybe she could even get her pockets around an entire bottle or two.

She checked back on the ShipNameHere to make sure it was where it was supposed to be. At the rate it was going, it was going to take an extra long day to get to Bermuda. The captain wasn't going to be getting any shut eye any time soon, at least not until long after she'd taken over the night's watch.

That reminded her that she was due for her usual fifteen winks. She never had gotten around to sleeping last night. She could take care of that when she got back.

[Ray Becker]

Ralph checked sytems sun postion time of day glanced at maps and rechecked yelling out course changes towards the Captain. God he loved the thrill of sailing and the prospect of richs was only icing upon the cake.

[RangerJoe]

The ship appears to Corinna on the astral long before it grows much beyond a speck on the horizon. From a cursory inpection, it seems teeming with life. Forms move about her deck quickly, in a frenzy of activity. The ship itself is large, but not particularly larger than the ShipNameHere. It is moving slowly through the water, in no particular hurry, towards the west.

[Sandoval Smith]

As she drew closer to the ship, Corinna dropped down to sea level, bouncing her astral form off the waves. It looked like another yacht, with a pretty good compliment of people. Having a party? She hoped so. She circled it, staying close to the water to help obscure her aura if there was anyone or anything on board that could see her.

She'd give it a good look-see, and if there didn't seem to be anyone astral or awakened on board, she'd go hang about on deck, see what there was to see, and hear what there was to hear, then report back to the captain.
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[ Spoiler ]

Perception: scoping the boat for astral viewers: 5,4,4,4,3,1
Perception: listening for interesting conversations, and just looking to see what's what on board: 10,10,3,2,2,1

[RangerJoe]

Closer inspection of the vessel reveals no indications of astral patrols, however, the deck and hold are teeming with living auras, mostly in a state of desperation and distress. The conversation is largely a patois of a distinctly asian-sounding language.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna drew up short, hovering just above the deck, looking down at all the auras. This was definitely _not_ a party boat. She tried to listen in on what was being said, but she couldn't understand the language they were using. It sounded asiatic to her, which narrowed it down to Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, Japanese, Tagalog, or any one of a dozen other tongues. They sounded upset though, and the colors flashing through their auras indicated unhappiness, despair.

The ship's engines were running, so they weren't upset about being a drift. Since they were in the Caribbean, then the likelihood that this was a refugee boat of some sort was... well, pretty slim. She passed through the deck to take a look below (being careful to try and not go through anyone else; she felt it quite rude) and see if there was anything else she could discover about the boat.

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[ Spoiler ]

Perception: looking for anything out of the unusual below decks 9,4,4,4,2,1
Once she's done scoping out the boat, she's going to report back to the Captain (so one more IC post from me after this)

[RangerJoe]

Passing through the ghostly forms of the spectral ship, Corinna observes that the vessel has one large central compartment that is filled with swarming and teeming auras, which after some peering, you recognize as fish in a heightened state of distress. Next to the large room is a smaller room, with rows of metahumans sitting at long tables. The fish auras are even more distressed here, although some glow faintly, or even sputter out before your very eyes.

Floating back above decks, you notice something you had not seen before, a smallish, but fairly intense aura glowing by the side of the man at the ship's wheel.

[Ray Becker]

Ralph was loving it the sound of the wind the rocking of the boat as the waves lifted it, now this was the life no others clogging up the water ways like they did on land with those damn roads and cars aye this was the life. The party last night was a particulally exciting one yet it brought to mind a song he'd heard many years ago it was one from before....

"How did it go agin?...Oh yes thats right...
What shall we do with a drunkon sailor,
what shall we do witrh a drunkon sailer,
what shall we do with drunkon sailer,
erli in the morin
ooo are rais a bottle
ooo are rais a bottle
ooo are rais a bottle
erli in the morin
aye that be the way it went"

[Lindt]

Rodger climbs up from below decks.
"Ralph, if ya is gonna flap yur jowls, at least get the words right."
Iron rolls along the deck swaying in time with the waves.

[Ray Becker]

Ralph glanced over towards Rodger

"What? That be the way ah be taught to sing it when I was a lad. If it be wrong then ye sing it matey!"

he said,

[Lindt]

"Auh come offa it. Tha versh 's got something to do with sleeping with someones daughter, or rusty razers, er something foul as such"
Roger rolls with a swell and braces aginst a gunwell.

"Ah what would ya do wit a drunker sailor
what would ya do wit a drunken sailor
what would ya do wit a drunken sailor
what would ya do wit a DruNKer sailor
Earl-I in da Morn-ing
Trice him up in a runnin' bowline
Trice him up in a runnin' bowline
Trice him up in a runnin' bowline
Earl-I in da Morn-ing!"

Roger drains the last from the bottle

"There be so many different verses, I could go on all day if ah so want-er-ed"

[ Spoiler ]

The Drunken Sailor
There she be songs of the sea

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna's astral form hung in midair for a few moments trying to puzzle out just what was going on on this ship. The people on it were unhappy, and the fish in the tank unhappier still. That in and of itself was rather odd, and then there was the room next door. Could've been a cafeteria, and they were cutting up the fish for lunch, or it could have been an icthylogical surgery. The astral enviroment was too muddled up with aura activity to be sure. The ship passed around her, and on the way out she noticed another, strangely bright aura by the wheel man. Her curiosity was piqued, but she knew she'd better get back to ShipNameHere and tell the captain what was up.]

It took her a few minutes to get back, and so she decided to just materialize in front of Sven. "Heya Captain, I found a vessel out there," she said, then gave him its position and heading. "Something funny's going on over there though. It's about the size of our boat, and it's got quite a few people on it. It looks like they need some help. I'm going back for a closer look." She dissolved, and was gone again with a thought, flying back to the other ship to take a look at that other aura.

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[ Spoiler ]

Corinna will be hanging back a bit, trying not to be noticed herself while she checks out that other aura.
Perception: 11,5,4,3,1,1

[RangerJoe]

Hoving back over to the other ship, Corinna's astral form again peers at the strange dull glow. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a focus--a blade no larger than a hand's length, with a intricately wrought handle. The knife glows with a faint blue light on the astral. It's glow is fainter than Corinna's suggesting that it is less magically potent than she. The knife swings loosely in a scabbard on wheel man's side, as he gently steers the craft and occaisionally hollering invectives at his crew. It is difficult to say whose magical aura is imbued within the focus, as the tendrils of magical ju-ju eminating from the knife grow nebulous and indistinct as they float away from the blade.

[ Spoiler ]

It's a weapons focus, of a force less than 6, bearing an astral signature you cannot connect with anyone else's on the boat.

[Ray Becker]

Ralph listened to rodger sing and nodded his head,

"Aye ye may be right that do be sounding better than me own ditty, I give ye this one but nex....."

His sentence trails off as Corinna manifests near Sven, and tell her tale his mind started to work itself into overdrive as he shifted mentally through the info she supplied Sven with. then as she vanshed again he started to work,

"I be working on the best course now Ca'tin just give me a secound, there I got it"

[ Spoiler ]

Navigation/sea

10, 3, 5, 5, 2

[Sphynx]

"Thou hath done well Ralph,", it was obvious that the Captain was more than slightly enjoying the feel of the wind on his face, his eyes having been closed for some time, "Why don't ye come hither and take the wheel then, thou hath more than earned it." He steps up to the bow, sitting with his face to the wind, nothing but the nose of the ship and the water before him. This is the position he's in when Corinna returns, he smiles and follows her out to the water, to take a look at the vessel himself.

[ Spoiler ]

Astrally Projecting, lemme know if you need any rolls please.

[kevyn668]

Dusty tries to whistle along with the bawdy dwarves but he just doesn't know the tune. He consoles himself with a long pull from the flask hanging on a rope from his belt.

He braces himself agaist the wind by putting his back to the mast. He follows the cap'n's and Corinna's gaze as best he can but can't see anything on the horizon just yet.

Being too lazy to reach into one of his cargo pockets for the mini-binocs he shrugs, and takes another pull from the flask.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna didn't stop to think that Sven might've followed along after her, and he took her by surprise as she emerged from below decks, having taken another long look at the room with the long tables and dying fish. Kitchen or veterinary clinic? "You have any idea what they're saying Captain?" she asked.
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[ Spoiler ]

Taking a close look at that room with the long tables, trying to figure out what it is.
Perception: 5,5,4,4,2,1.

[RangerJoe]

Again scouring the ship with her gaze, Corinna begins to put together the details of the vessel. Lost in the swirl of auras of many living things, a general impression begins to develop-- the boat is probably a fishing vessel, and the long tables part of its mess (in terms of comestables, working on a fishing ship beats piracy any day... provided you like fish...)

Floating above the vessel, Sven notices most of the same details that Corinna does. The ship is abuzz with activity-- lines are being cast, crew are scurrying about, orders are being screamed, and grumbling responses are being given.

[ Spoiler ]

If Sven wants astral details, make an assencing roll. Keep in mind Corinna has made an awful lot of checks, so there might not be a lot more to find. Also, I'd like to see an intelligence test (astral quickness) test from Corinna, as she's been snooping about a ship crowded with auras she risks passing through.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna wants to slap her head in disgust as everything clicked into place. The fear, desperation, and despair that were filling the astral plane were all coming from the fish. That made a lot of the incongruities of what she'd been observing fall into place. There was nothing wrong with any of the people on the boat. It was all coming from the fish getting hauled into the hold and processed. And here she thought she might've stumbled onto something interesting, but it was just a fishing boat.

She'd been up too long. It was probably getting close to twenty-four hours, and it was messing with her attention span. Otherwise she should've figured out this was a fishing boat sooner. She also realized that she'd stopped being careful to avoid passing through other people.

"Sorry Captain," she said, catching up with Sven's astral form. "I think I jumped the gun. Just looks like a fishing boat. I'll go do another sweep for any interesting boats out there, but I should probably get some sleep soon."
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[ Spoiler ]

Just for the record, Corinna's astral form wears surgical scrubs, with a lab coat, and a stethoscope around her neck. She also carries around a half-smoked cigarette.
Astral quickness: 16,8,5,3,3,2

To try and speed things up, Corinna will go out looking for another ship if Sven gives the say so. First she'll check to see if there is an astral security on it, and then try and determine just what the ship is up to. Once she's got that figured out, she'll report back to Sven.

[Sphynx]

Sven grins, his Astral Form looking like a over-sized Viking. "Tis naught. We'll keep heading in our general direction.", he smiles, and heads off towards his body. "Tis a Fishin boat ahead mates," Sven shouts to the crew once he's returned to his body. "We be steerin clear o' that, continue straight on. And tells me, Be ye wantin te drop the sails and push this baby to the limits with the motors, or be the winds enough for thee as we push through?" It was obvious that now that he wasn't at the steering wheel, he was wanting to feel the wind even stronger against his face in a way that only high speeds could do.

[Ray Becker]

"Aye, Aye Ca'tin straight ahead it be"

Ralph made the apppropiate corse changes and then griined at Sven question.

"Ye be the Ca'tin, Ca'tin what ever ye wish we be powerd by be what we be powere by."

[RangerJoe]

The good ship ShipNameHere surges ahead through the evening. As the sun dips down below the tropical horizon, the winds fall off from the stiff breeze that's been at the ship's back all day to a flower-scented whisper out of the west. The ship slows, but its high-tech sails still capture enough of the breeze to make headway to the north. It is that pensive time of evening when thoughts turn to supper and even the seasoned sea-goer wishes he were back ashore for a wild nightly luau on the beach.

No longer alarmed by the ship's meteoric pace, a pod of dolphins surfaces off to starboard, and begins pacing the ship, splashing and playing as dusk gathers.

[Sphynx]

Sven begins the afternoon by turning the Electric Motors on, he wants speed and since they're now heading away from the glare of the sun, he decides to enjoy the afternoon with a drink in one hand, and the wind to the face. He conjures forth a spirit of the Water to increase the speed even further. By the time the sun starts to set, the tear strewn face of the Orcan Captain is filled with the smile of a man truly content. He almost wants to jump in the water when he sees the dolphins, but travelling at 140 mph / 225 kph would be a deadly way to go swimming. So instead he goes to the edge of the bow and raises his bottle to him while singing old Man O' War songs at the top of his drunken lungs to the fishes.

[kevyn668]

After the cap'n and doc get back from the astral recon with a "nothing to see here," report, Dusty focuses on his one true passion: doing nothing.

After the engines are engaged, he strips to the waist and lays claim to spot on the deck that will him take advantage of the late afternoon rays.

Periodically, he pulls from the flask but for the most part he just enjoys the smell of the sea and the sound of drunken dwarves.

[Sandoval Smith]

Aside from the fishing trawler, there just didn't seem to be much out there of interest, and finally Corinna came back to her body. Her eyes were feeling a little grainy; it was definetly time to turn in and get some sleep.

The speed that the boat was traveling gave her hammock an exagerated swing as the hull bounced over the waves, and when she finally got the zipper open, it dumped her out less than gracefully. Grumbling, she mixed herself a nightcap, then settled in to her beanbag chair to sip it. The alcohol made her eyes feel a little less gritty, easing the lines of tension that had been tightening behind her forehead. She stretched out her toes in the sunbeam coming in through the porthole, settled deeper into the chair, and closed her eyes.

Four hours later she came back on deck, bright eyed and bushy tailed from a little bit more than a full night's sleep. She couldn't help but wince, just a little as she heard Sven belting out sea chanties with a great deal more enthusiasm than talent. Her mouth had been a little dry when she woke up, so she'd slipped on down to the mess and mixed up a pitcher of her special 'wrong island' iced tea, bringing along a few extra cups in case anyone else was thirsty too. "I trust that no one managed to impale themselves on the mast while I was napping," she says, observing who else was up and about on deck.
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[ Spoiler ]

Corrina botched her will save to stop drinking after the one shot she needed for her geas, so drinks for whoever wants them.

Wrong Island Ice tea:

[ Spoiler ]

.75 oz dark rum
.75 oz gold tequila
.75 oz vodka
3 oz sweet and sour mix
1.5 oz cola

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Multiplied to a pitcher sized serving of course

[RangerJoe]

As the hours pass, the ShipNameHere bounds ever closer to Bermuda-- isle of mystery, intrigue, and shorts. As Corinna's beverages slosh about with the rolling of the ship, condensation beads up on glasses at a rapid rate. it doesn't take much of a sailor to know that this means humidity-- an observation corroborated by the thin fog which is wafting about the vessel.

[ Spoiler ]

Man, I should start keeping a booze inventory on this ship. Assuming you drink the top-shelf liquor..... Whoever is on watch should make a perception roll

[kevyn668]

Hearing the cups clink together, Dusty lazily opens one eye. Upon seeing the doc emerge from below decks with a pitcher of her famous brew, he lifts his head.

"Hey now, that looks like it would hit the spot." Dusty props himself up on an elbow as he looks around the deck. "Cop a squat, omae."

[ Spoiler ]

I don't know if getting drunk with the ship's doctor counts as being "on watch," so I'll refrain from rolling unless told otherwise.

[RangerJoe]

With all eyes focused on the cool, delicious beverages being served on deck, the mist gathers largely un-noticed around the ShipNameHere, obscuring the horizon under a shimmering magnesium glare. The approach of another vessel is smelled even before the dull thrum of its large electric motors can be heard through the moist haze--pina coladas. Lots of pina coladas. The pungent admixture of watered-down cocktails, cheap flask Soyverclear, and human pheremones wafts through the foggy air to your eager nostrils. At length, music begins filling the air--hardly a rhythmic whisper at first, the sound gradually grows into a mix of top 40 rubbish, neo-Island regge, and 'billy-rock. A fog-horn pierces the air, followed by an immense cheer. Something strange is coming this way.

[Lindt]

The gentle breeze of the ocean is drasticly overwhelmed by the fact that they are traveling at close to 160 knots. The not too gentle breeze carried one smell that could snap the worst sailor to attention.
"RUM!"
Iron makes for the top decks, not careing that they are moving WAY too fast to be standing on deck. There is rum and coconuts to be had.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corrina is too preoccupied with beverage matters to immediately notice the rising fog, or the growing sound of another boat, as well as the aroma of what apprently is running thick on it's decks. Then a foghorn cuts the air, doing what it's designed to by getting other people's attention. Notably Corinna's.

She looks up. She can hear the ship, she can smell the ship, but she can't _see_ the ship. And their engines were running flat out.

Adrenelaine inspired sudden sobriety is a cast iron bitch.

"Who the hell is watching the sensors! Cut the engines! CUT THE ENGINES!"

[kevyn668]

"What the fff-!!?" Dusty moves as quickly as the Wrong Island Ice Tea will let him twards the aft of the ship and engine controls.

[ Spoiler ]

Default to Motorboat: 2, 3, 4, 5

[Sphynx]

Captain Sven is noticed, perched on the edge of the bow in the front of the boat. He seems ready to launch himself into the air, almost as if he was expecting this turn of events. His hair whips around his face, and his muscles surge beneath his skin, looking truly like a warrior born.

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Astrally perceiving to try and see the ship through the fog.

[Tarantula]

Charlie, having been lost daydreaming while leaning against the railing jumps when Corinna yells out, scrambling to get his pistol to tuck in his belt and to get the harpoon gun from his hammock where he left it. He slings the harpoon gun over his shoulder, and does his best to see through the fog.

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Trying ultrasound to see through it.

[RangerJoe]

Dusty successfully lumbers towards the rear of the vessel, hastily down-throttling the speeding boat. The ShipNameHere slows in the water as its hydrofoils submerge. The incessant spray off the bow is replaced by a dull lapping of fast-moving swells.

Off to port, in the fog, you can see the outline of a large hulking mass. It is generally boat shaped and is larger than the ShipNameHere. The mass is moving slowly by. In the fog, it seems that neither craft can clearly make out the other, and that a catastrophic collision was missed only by virtue of pirate's luck. From the other vessel, the sound of music is even louder than it was before, and the perfumes wafting off of it are even more overpowering. Mysterious lights play about the other ship in the fog, looking for all the world like multi-colored laser beams sweeping through the mist with no rhyme or reason to their motion.

[ Spoiler ]

A perception check will give you more details about your mysterious neighbor

[ Spoiler ]

I assume there is no spirit using its movement power on the boat at the moment? Otherwise, it will begin accelerating again, as per the movement power

[kevyn668]

Dusty let out slow, low whistle. "Well, there's sumthin' you don' see eve'yday..."

He scans the hull of the ship for details, the ship's name, and/or pictures of naked chics.

[ Spoiler ]

Perception: 2, 3, 4, 4, 8

[Sphynx]

The shape of the captain can be seen powering up.

"Prepare to board folks, looks like someone's havin a party and didn't invite us...", the hulking viking quietly says to the crew while gesturing for Ralph to pull the boat alongside, and gesturing to Charlie to raise the Skull and Bones to be visible.

[Sandoval Smith]

"I've got a bad feeling about-" Corinna began, only to be interuppted by Sven's orders to pull up along side and fly the bones. "-this," she finished belatedly. She picked up the pitcher and cups and started casually walking towards the hatch below decks. She looked like a pitcher girl. Who shoots the pitcher girl?

[RangerJoe]

As Dusty inspects the nearby ship, several piratical facts become clear. First, the ship is some sort of large pleasure yacht. It appears to have one or two levels above-decks with large, lovely plexiglass windows. The main deck is at approximately the same level of that of the ShipNameHere. People are moving back and forth on the main deck, in a shuffling manner, although none seem aware of your presence. The THRUM-BMM! of a dance beat makes the mist shake slightly and occaisonal bursts of raucous laughter fill the air. Several strings of flags are hanging limply in the nearly still air, but it is difficult to make out the markings on them.

The skull and bones rises smartly up the ShipNameHere mast and the selfsame vessel slides slowly up against the neighboring vessel.

Suddenly a face appears above the gunwales of the yacht--lunging up over the rail. Before you can even begin to contemplate an action, the face contorts slightly and the high-proof contents of a stocky man's belly begin spilling into the thin strip of sea riding between the two vessels.

[Lindt]

Iron cocks the action on his rifle, noting the green 30 in his vison reading off his smartlink. Looking all the part a contempary vision of an old high seas salt.
"Ugg, ders a slob who cant hold hish liquor. Lesh relieve um of it!" Iron bounds to the fore decks.

[kevyn668]

Dusty breaks for the hatch to delow decks and grabs his "boarding" gear.

[ Spoiler ]

He grabs the G36C, some ammo and his vest. He doesn't bother to swap out the 1911 for the USP

"What's the plan, Cap'n?"

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna noted the music, and the man being sick over the side as she headed below. Good, shouldn't be much trouble then, she thought to herself, topping off the pitcher in the galley and grabbing a stack of plastic cups. Then she got back on deck to Dusty and Iron Rodger breaking out the guns. "Whoah, whoah, boys, did you have so much 'tea' that you forgot all about subtlty? Sven and I can scope out the ship, find out what's hot, see what's what so we can mingle our way overboard, and then break out the big weaponry if it turns out they're loaded enough to be worth it. I don't want to end up like those guys who pulled the 'high seas raider' bit on the yacht that turned out to be hosting Lone Star's big bash for retiring execs last week." She turned to the captain. "Do you still have that spirit handy? It'll be nice to get a subtle insertion onto the boat once the astral scoping is done."

She set the pitcher down on the deck and sat up against the mast while her spirit went for a quick stroll.
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[ Spoiler ]

Let's see if I can take care of this in one fell swoop this time. Corinna's going to check the dress code, see what people are wearing. Although it's comfortable, a one piece swimsuit and a lab coat are not acceptable everywhere (unfortunately). She's going to skim conversations and try and figure out whose party this is (so if asked, the proper response can be given). Last, she wants to make sure that there aren't any random spirits or wards hanging around. Like she said, you don't want to crash the wrong party.

Perception (trying to find out who's party): 11,7,5,5,3,1
Perception: (looking for magical threats); 11,5,5,2,2,1

[Lindt]

Iron gets his reigns pulled and responds well. "Always shpoilin all da fun. But lass, ya gotsh a point." Iron begrudgingly walks back to the assembeling corsairs.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna manifests in front of Iron Rodger as he grumbles. "Just keep in mind what your doctor said about the dangers of too much lead in your diet," she says with a grin, then drops back to the astral plane, heading to check out the other ship.

[Sphynx]

"Put the guns in the holsters, you guys should know by now, a party's a party. You don't ruin a bunch of peoples fun, when it's just as easy to share the fun with them. Bermuda can wait, it's already waited this long for us.", he says with a grin. As the ship pulled alongside, Sven launched himself into the air, grabbing a hanging rope in the process, and pulling himself up to the deck of the other ship. He waited there in the shadows until the rest of his crew made it over. "Best recon is through the front door I always says.", Sven adds with a bit of a chuckle towards Corrina.

[kevyn668]

We're stayin'...we're goin'...Pirates seem ta have a lot in common with Navy brass...

Dusty shrugs and looks at the two drunk dwarves. "Mmmm-hmmm. Me an' th' cav'lery'll be right here."

[Lindt]

"But..but... " Iron sighs. "'the hell we'sh doing then?" Rodger looks more confused then normal, still wondering if he should just hop abord and drink till morning and see if anyone notices.

[kevyn668]

"I think what we have 'ere, is failure...to comuni-cate."

Dusty scratches his head, "'Kay, new plan." The trainin'...er, training kicks in. "Charlie, get in the drink and slap a satchel charge by thier screws. Use a radia det'nater. It'll give 'em a nasty surprise if we needs ta git outta here. Rodger, leave the heavy stuff on th' deck and go back th' cap'n. But take a radia with ya--hollar if ya need us. Me, Ralph, and th' Doc'll wait here until we get a "come do shots" or a "come in shootin'" call from ya."

[Lindt]

Rodger spits over the rail and tosses the Ak to Dusty. "Arrr!"
Iron heads for the boarding rope to back the Capt.

Pity the shirtless dwarf with green dreads and a sword at his belt wont blend in all that well.

[kevyn668]

Dusty juggles the two weapons as he tries to sling his chopped down HK while catching the dwaf's AK.

[RangerJoe]

Heaving aboard the vessel, Sven spots the life preservers stationed at odd intervals around the mysterious yacht helping to dispell some of the mystery-- the boat is called the Sunfish. In the thick fog, it is difficult to see far, but it seems as though there is a broad deck which runs around the perimeter of the yacht's main cabin. In addition to the slumped mass of the man who just emptied his bilge over the gunwales, there appears to be an amorous couple or two stationed around the deck. Several hatches with amusingly shaped plexiglass windows open from the yacht's cabin to the main deck.

In the astral, Corinna immediately notices how different the shadow-world around this boat is than the last vessel she encountered. The astral hums here, throbbing to the same techno beat which can be faintly heard through the minds of the boat-goers. Outside of the Sunfish the fog hampers observations, but the sense of excitment and jolity is overwhelming.

Iron swings aboard the Sunfish with ease, his practived pirate feet moving quickly from one deck to the next. The deck of the Sunfish is slick in the fog, but not too wet for the practiced boarder.

As for Dusty, marooned on the ShipNameHere for the moment, a deft flick of the wrist enables him to catch the implements of piratical destruction, avoiding an accidental misfire, or the loss of one of the pieces to the briney blue deep.

[ Spoiler ]

Perception tests for those looking about, if you please

[Sphynx]

"Come", Sven waves the rest of the partygoers onward towards the main cabin where the sound of music could be overheard, "Lets see what kinda party we got goin on here, and see what sorts o' pleasure we'll be taken back with us when the party is over.", he says with a wink. He stealthily slides his way up to the area the most noise is coming from, fully alert for anything out of the ordinary. He takes a few moments to overlook the crowd once they are in view, to get a feel for the type of party that's goin on here.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna grins to herself. This seems to be the kind of boat that they were looking for. She did a quick circle of the deck, noting the couples necking in a few secluded shadows. She heard voices coming from within. That'd be where she could pick up the info she was looking for.
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[ Spoiler ]

The perception check that Ranger Joe called for: 4,3,1,1,1,1

[RangerJoe]

Inside the thumpin' bumpin' yacht cabin a party is afoot. The crowd is young-- maybe late teens and early twenties. Entering the cabin, there are a pair of descending staircases to your left and right. On one side of the cabin, a long bar lines the wall, tended by barstaff sliding out foamy cups of beer as fast as they can and doing intricate bar tricks with bottles and garnishes. The crowd in the center of the cabin seems to be enjoying themselves, gyrating and hopping to the beat. Speakers bombard the center of the cabin with music from all directions. In a corner opposite the door you entered a DJ stands jacked in to an impressive array of synth and digi-coustic sound and lighting gear. Impressive displays involving lasers, smoke, and twirling gobos fill the air with shimmering colors, bouncing hypnotically off of the reflective clothing that some of the revellers are sporting. A single set of stairs leading up is located next to the DJ. The astral pops and fizzes with abandonned joy.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna takes a look at what kind of style everyone is wearing, and then, out of curiosity, heads up the stairway by the DJ, just to see what's tucked up there, before jumping back to her body, changing her outfit to blend in with the crowd, and then joing the party in person.

[Sphynx]

Sven grins that evil grin he always has before crashing a party, then in his usual uproarish fashion, he bursts through the door shouting at the top of his lungs, "Whooooo Yeah!", then starts dancing like a 3 year old on crack. Obvious no rhythm, legs flailing as wildly as his arms. His crew grinning as they are use to his breaking into a party by being the center of attraction. A sort of hush covers the ball room until it seems apparent only one person is truly partying, the loud flailing orc. Then he stops, looks up, "Arrrrr Maties, Ye be crashed ye do, by dem der pirates o' de' Carrrribeeeons! Where be de drinks, and who here be joinen my scurvy lot for to rampage and pillage, and above all else to PARTY!?!?"

[Sandoval Smith]

Corinna manages to clamber aboard just in time to hear Sven's pronouncement. She had to wince, just a little, because in her experince that would've been preceded by him flailing around like an epileptic in the midst of a grand mal seizure. Ah well, she might like to try and keep it subtle, but Sven always seemed to have a lot more fun.

[Lindt]

Having all ready found the wet bar, Iron meets Corinna as she boards, and hands her a decanter of some sort of scotch.

"'S good sshtuff. Looksh like Shven all ready gave us away, shoo lesh go be friendly like"

Rodger ambles to the main dance floor to see the crowd reactions, but plenty ready to knock a few heads.

[kevyn668]

Dusty taps his foot for a few minutes and looks at his...wrist? Drek. Lost the watch to the Doc two weeks ago...

He drops the rifles to the deck, "Frag it." Dusty ambles over the side of the ship and tries to find the rest of the crew.

Having only the noise of the party to guide him, he heads in that direction.

[Sandoval Smith]

Corrina is taken by surprise by the sudden decanter appearing in her hands as she climbs over the side. "'S good sshtuff. Looksh like Shven all ready gave us away, shoo lesh go be friendly like." b]Iron[/b] said.

"Sounds like a plan," Corinna agreed. There was an abandoned set of shot glasses sitting on one of the deckside tables, and she grabbed one, giving it a wipe with the bottom of her dress before pouring herself a couple of fingers worth.

This is good stuff. she thought after tossing it back. She pulled out her carefully tucked away hip flask, and poured the cheap rum over the side. "Oops, sorry about that Dusty," she apolegized as the rum splattered elf appeared over the side. "Try some of this," she said, pouring him a shot, then filling her flask with the rest. "Let's enjoy the party," she said. It was still dead silent from when Sven made his appearance. "Y'know, just in case..." she began. "Waves go in and waves go out, tis what a spirit's life is all about."
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[ Spoiler ]

Conjuring a sea spirit: 7,4,4,2,2,1 (Conjuring 4, +2 dice for sea spirits)
Drain Resistance (4M) 11,5,5,4,3,3,2 (7 Charisma)
No drain.

[kevyn668]

Dusty brushes off the liquor and shrugs. "Ain't the first time a chica dumped her drink on me." He smiles, takes the shot and wipes his mouth. "Thanks. That's the ticket," he adjusts his shirt to cover the pistol tucked in his waist band. "I guess it's Party Time. Wha's up wit' the cap'n?"

[Sandoval Smith]

"I think the captain is a little restive, and just needed to get his booty shaking. Or it's epilepsey, combined with a very odd case of Turret's. I'm hoping for the former, and not the ladder."

Just chill until I call for you she tells the spirit, putting it on standby. No drain that time. She felt proud enough of her accomplishment to pour her and Dusty another round. "Well, why don't we go in and join the party?"

[Tarantula]

Seeing Dusty start moving Charlie finally decides that maybe he should go up on deck too. He can always dive off the side if they need help underneath.

Charlie clambers over the railings, and stands against them, watching whats going to happen from Sven's outburst. He checked his belt to make sure his gyrojet pistol was there. Just in case.

[kevyn668]

Dusty takes the shot and nods in thanks again. "Seems like we caught 'em at the right time." He leans in close to Corrina, "Hey Doc, did ya happen to git a head count on the sec fors?"