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high_seas2013-09-23 10:30 pm
skeletonenigma) wrote in high_seas2013-09-23 10:30 pm
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All was quiet. Too quiet.
Who: Crew of the Larrikin Deuce!
Where: A ship being tossed around on a stormy ocean.
When: Sept. 21st
What: A group of people trying to survive a storm in a relatively small ship where only one of them really has any sailing-through-storm experience. What could possibly go wrong.
Warnings: None so far!
Style: Starting with prose, but changes are welcome.
Status: Closed to the crew.
The sea had been calm all morning, but Skulduggery wasn't entirely surprised to stand at the bow of the ship just past midday and see that the waves were noticeably choppy.
He'd noticed something different earlier that morning, too. The air around the ship was somehow heavier, the strong wind pushing them along all night slightly softer. Skulduggery knew then, but it was when the waves grew whitecaps that slapped against the underside of the boat that he turned and walked quickly over the deck. To anyone who'd been watching, it was the first time he'd moved in hours.
"There's a storm coming," he announced. "A bad one. It isn't natural, either."
Unnatural storms were the worst kind. Not that Skulduggery had ever been through an unnatural storm at sea before, but he would have been lying if he'd tried to claim that he wasn't almost looking forward to it. He almost always looked forward to things he couldn't predict - assuming that they weren't in the middle of a war.
[OOC: Feel free to respond to Skul - he's going to be pottering around battening down the hatches and getting the ship ready. Or put up your own top-level posts and tag around and go nuts!]
Where: A ship being tossed around on a stormy ocean.
When: Sept. 21st
What: A group of people trying to survive a storm in a relatively small ship where only one of them really has any sailing-through-storm experience. What could possibly go wrong.
Warnings: None so far!
Style: Starting with prose, but changes are welcome.
Status: Closed to the crew.
The sea had been calm all morning, but Skulduggery wasn't entirely surprised to stand at the bow of the ship just past midday and see that the waves were noticeably choppy.
He'd noticed something different earlier that morning, too. The air around the ship was somehow heavier, the strong wind pushing them along all night slightly softer. Skulduggery knew then, but it was when the waves grew whitecaps that slapped against the underside of the boat that he turned and walked quickly over the deck. To anyone who'd been watching, it was the first time he'd moved in hours.
"There's a storm coming," he announced. "A bad one. It isn't natural, either."
Unnatural storms were the worst kind. Not that Skulduggery had ever been through an unnatural storm at sea before, but he would have been lying if he'd tried to claim that he wasn't almost looking forward to it. He almost always looked forward to things he couldn't predict - assuming that they weren't in the middle of a war.
[OOC: Feel free to respond to Skul - he's going to be pottering around battening down the hatches and getting the ship ready. Or put up your own top-level posts and tag around and go nuts!]