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high_seas2014-10-09 11:57 pm
orderispeace) wrote in high_seas2014-10-09 11:57 pm
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Malevolent Mist on Spice Island
Who: Triton’s Mistress
Where: Spice Island
When: Oct. 10 - ??
What: As members of the crew touched by the mist grow more malicious they begin to cause turmoil on the ship turning a normal spice run chaotic.
Warnings: Possible fighting and language
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Closed to crew
The prow of the Mistress cut effortlessly through the salty water as the ship came to rest along side the dock. The uninhabited island was well known for its vast array of plant life, the bulk of which could be sold on the open market as spices or used to brighten up a weary sailor’s galley-cooked meals. Several large washtub sat on the dock just waiting for some one ambitious enough to fill them full of the island’s delicacies.
The trip to the island had been relatively calm with no major storms or hardships to slow their travel but now that they had docked odd things seemed to be happening all too frequently. Maybe the black mist the morning before had something to do with it?
[OOC: As usual feel free to start your own headers/threads! ]
Where: Spice Island
When: Oct. 10 - ??
What: As members of the crew touched by the mist grow more malicious they begin to cause turmoil on the ship turning a normal spice run chaotic.
Warnings: Possible fighting and language
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Closed to crew
The prow of the Mistress cut effortlessly through the salty water as the ship came to rest along side the dock. The uninhabited island was well known for its vast array of plant life, the bulk of which could be sold on the open market as spices or used to brighten up a weary sailor’s galley-cooked meals. Several large washtub sat on the dock just waiting for some one ambitious enough to fill them full of the island’s delicacies.
The trip to the island had been relatively calm with no major storms or hardships to slow their travel but now that they had docked odd things seemed to be happening all too frequently. Maybe the black mist the morning before had something to do with it?
[OOC: As usual feel free to start your own headers/threads! ]
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He stared, but not too long as he remembered where he was once he heard one of the overseers shouting, some ways off. Popping a few roasted nuts into his mouth before he made to look like he was busy, his mind was anything but at ease. Well, it had been that way already, but this was different. Someone was looking for them?
"H" ...it wasn't Haytham's writing, and even if it was, it wouldn't have made sense for the man to be asking that unless... Unless what?
No, it was the captain, it had to be! Lyrik allowed himself a little bit of hope. Lenalee believed someone would come to save them, and the captain had always been kind to them.
The young dragon stole a look around, his expression shifting into something a little less upset and a little more determined. He didn't know where the captain had gone, but if he was nearby, then maybe Harlock would know where to look for him. So he nodded, and after a quick look about, gave another nod and a meaningful glance in the direction he'd last seen at least two of the others.]