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Penguin Spies
Who: The Penguin Crew
Where: On Corsair Isle, Outside of Corsair Isle, at sea, etc.
When: 4/24 - 4/27
Warnings: Nothing anticipated!
Style: Action, prose, etc.
Status: Open to crew!
Catch-all for the Penguin crew! Open threads below.
Brief summary: The crew left Isla Empieza as of the beginning of the week and arrived at Corsair Isle later on in the week. Threads can be at sea traveling to Corsair, on the island itself or on the ship waiting outside of the island.
Where: On Corsair Isle, Outside of Corsair Isle, at sea, etc.
When: 4/24 - 4/27
Warnings: Nothing anticipated!
Style: Action, prose, etc.
Status: Open to crew!
Catch-all for the Penguin crew! Open threads below.
Brief summary: The crew left Isla Empieza as of the beginning of the week and arrived at Corsair Isle later on in the week. Threads can be at sea traveling to Corsair, on the island itself or on the ship waiting outside of the island.
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[She watched him as he fussed with the book, her hands in her pockets and waiting. When he said they'd start with the sails she simply nodded.]
Alright. I'll do my best, sir. [she said it lightly, not military at all and not much on authority, bu so far this ship had been... pretty alright. She could respect these guys.] Lead the way.
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But, we won't be going far. [Coby started with the rope lines tied to the rails on metal fasteners. The rigging lead all the way up to the sails, where they were bound.]
This is where we unbind them for when we need to start sailing and catching the wind. Usually, we undo these--but, before we start...
You'll need to put tar on your hands. Otherwise, you'll slice open your hands with the rope.
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[as they came up to the rigging she rested her hands on her hips, tilting her head back so she could look up at the sails. She knew a little bit about sails. Just enough from a sail boat and that one mission, but when the mast removed, it was mostly survival in other ways. Still, she had a faintly good idea, for smaller ships.]
[A glance back to the pink haired one as he mentioned tar.] So they're that rough? [the ropes she means. Tar on her hands doesn't even bother her. She'd melt it off when done anyhow.] Or is the tar so I don't burn though the ropes?
[She might have given him a weak smirk at that last comment, knowing it wasn't the reason. She also knew she could control her fire that well, at least.]
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Would tar help? Well, we could try that later.
[TAR FIIIGHT]
Regardless, just gripping them when they're stationary isn't bad, but--if you grip them without lubrication during a storm, well-- [You lose all your skin. All of it.]
The tar barrel is right over here. [Coby popped it open with one hand, resting the lid right by the barrel. THE JOY OF SAILING.
Setting his book in this clothing, Coby went about the beautiful business of rubbing his palms and fingers with tar.]
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[And clearly he didn't get her dry humor. Hell, most people didn't. Dour people didn't make jokes or cracks huh. Alright, alright, being serious now.]
Going to have to toughen my hands up while here, huh. [she said as she came over to look over the barrel he was at. Smelled bad, like normal. Reaching in she took a bit like he had and went to it. It felt weird, but she could see the applications.]
When I was a little girl my grandmother used to talk about when she was little, about sneaking pieces of tar to chew on. [her nose wrinkled a bit as she smelled her hands while rubbing tar on them]
I still don't see why anyone would do that.
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[Coby finished globbing the stuff on his hands as he gestured to the ropes once more.]
Clenching your fists has the same effect. Regardless, it isn't healthy a habit, but it's an old fashioned cure for nervousness, even if it stains your teeth depending on how it's made. [Not an outlandish topic for Coby, for once. Chewing tar, tobacco, eating nails--it was just a part of those groups of things people did, because they liked doing them. Surgeon General warnings weren't a thing, yet.
He began to unravel the rope and with that, the sails were now in his grasp.]
I'm not going to have you try grabbing anything until the wind dies a little bit. We're just going to stop the boat for a few minutes.
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[She did look at him with a bit of a surprised look, a single brow raised as she watched him talk. It's not that she thought he was stupid or anything, but it wasn't often that she heard people knowledgeable of old things like that. In her line of (if you can call it that) work, she and the team tended to study old, old ways.]
[It was interesting to see someone as young as Coby to know things like that. That and he was smart about it. Weird.] You're a well of facts and knowledge, hmm?
[but she came over, reaching out to touch the ropes carefully, to get a feel of them. Her eyes trailed up the line that Coby help, watching where it lead, then back.]
Alright. I shouldn't be able to mess this up too badly. [more muttered to herself then anything, her pessimistic side showing ab it more]
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Ah. [He stepped to the side, letting Liz take a hole of the ropes. Just to help, he reached up a bit higher above where she was gripping to keep them a bit more steady.]
Even with tar, you can cut your hands if the ropes are lost. Typically, there are times you'll want to let go instead of letting your hands get torn up. If the winds are stronger than you or quicker than you can tie down the ropes, then you'll have to let them go.
Just remember: if the wind wants to steal the rope and you can't stop it--let it have the rope. You don't need the wind to steal your hands while it's at it.
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[Liz, all five foot one of her seemed small, but she could be mighty when she needed to be. Her talent however was the fire, and she was pretty good with books. Her hands on the rope she was watchful, looking up as his hands took a higher point. His warnings about the tar and ropes, and cutting her hands made her careful though.]
[It sounded a bit like a slippery noose could cut a head off instead of just disconnecting it. Her fingers flexed tighter around the ropes then] I’ll keep that in mind. So, sails down. Boat moves with the wind. Pull a few ropes to collapse the sail and the boat loses the wind, hmm? Factor in the power of the wind and sail itself. Don’t lose your hands.
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Otherwise, you've got it. Alright, so the winds are starting to die down--feel free to start untying them. The rigging post is going to start moving, but that's alright--it'll go with gravity, so let it. If it swings like a baseball bat, then the wind's starting to pick up--so, I'll get it in that case.
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[When he said to feel free to start untying them she frowned up, then down, looking, for a moment, determined while she started. It would be fine. She can't mess this up with him right there. And if she does he'll catch it before it becomes a problem, so... she started to do as instructed.]
You've done this all your life, haven't you? [she asked conversationally, as a bit of a distracted question.]
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Ahhh, that's good. [He was paying attention, though. He watched Liz undo the ropes, noticing that she was fairly invested in doing it right.]
Take your time. If you do something a hundred times, you can do it in your sleep the hundredth and first time. When you get used to it, you'll be able to tie a solid knot before the wind can even pick up.
So, roll it back up and fix the knot.
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You sounds like the Professor. Take your time. With practice comes strength, repetition brings skill. [she said it a little blandly, though not because she didn't like the sound of it, she just... didn't emote well at this point in time. She did know she didn't emote well, so she added shortly after.] Not that that is a bad thing. He was a great man.
[And with a breath, she couldn't help but ask at his last instruction, a little unsure.] Fix the knot? [and looked back up to the sails to see what she's done so far. It's kind of amazingly cool. HB would be jealous of her]
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But, yes--those are two good principles. Still, they're tough things to exercise. Patience is the most important, when you lack the skill for something.