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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! ]
hahaha xD
Working his fingers beneath another rock, Lyrik lifted it and all but stumbled over to where it had to be placed. "...but why would he have said it at all..?" Hopefully he wouldn't be hit for taking a moment to catch his breath. He glanced at her as she neared him, blinking.
"...o-okay. But how..?"
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She had made sure the navy weren't around before actually choosing not to work. Now was the time for action and planning after thinking about it over and over. She couldn't be sure when they would come so they had to take action, which meant a few things had to be done first.
"Well.. we just need to check out the surroundings. We'd also need to find a way to get these off. Do you think you have seen anything that might be useful?"
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"...aside from these rocks? Not really. I don't suppose even being able to use earth dragon magic would help, with these on," he sighed as he looked at the manacles. Horrible things!
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"I wonder if there are keys to these..." She paused making sure she looked like she was working still until she was certain they were out of sight. Frowning slightly she was starting to think more and more that planning an escape was much harder than she first thought.
"Anyway, lets keep working and keeps an eye on things, okay?"
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"...they should have keys somewhere, I think..." He just wasn't sure where they'd be kept. Still, Lenalee's determination sparked his own. They...they could get out of here, possibly. He nodded at her suggestion. "M-mn..."
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She felt pretty happy about the work they had done so far and she was also glad they hadn't gotten whipped yet, but she knew that wouldn't last. Now that they were close to finish it meant the lashing might start soon.
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He fell silent again as he heard the heavy-booted footsteps of their guard approaching again. Hesitantly, Lyrik brushed a hand over Lenalee's, squeezing it briefly before he turned to their work once again.