just_a_minute: (Lower them glasses)
just_a_minute ([personal profile] just_a_minute) wrote in [community profile] high_seas2014-06-19 04:46 am

The best of times, the worst of times

Who: Anyone on the Triton's Mistress!
Where: Triton's Mistress
When: Backdated to June 10th through the 15th,16th?
What:  A combination log to include the following subjects:
             Welcoming a new crew member!!!
             A Casual Dinner Conversation
             The Tragedy of Eternal Bliss
             The copycat destruction of Deesuko Ballia
             And whatever else comes up~!
            
Warnings: Shouldn't be too bad towards the beginning. Language might become an issue in places XD. Pg-13!

When everyone had returned to their own ages, it had been expected by some that things would return to some semblance of normalcy. Unfortunately, there had been a slight hiccup in that plan but by roughly the 7th or 8th that too was put right. The stop at Himmelin had also afforded the crew an opportunity to break into a new line of trading that should fill their pockets with dubloons given enough time and the right connections.

With this stroke of good fortune.. surely more was to come........

[Feel free to make your own threads under the different sections or make a section of your own if you think of something you'd like to add that doesn't fit any of them. Just let us know what it is in the header and we're good to go!

HAVE FUN!]
questionablewit: (raised eyebrow)

[personal profile] questionablewit 2014-07-24 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawke eyed this new weapon critically, making comparisons between it and the one she still held. She was all too aware that she had a lot to learn about these, and that given how deadly they were, she'd better learn fast and well. "Dodging's not a problem," she said absently. She wore medium-light armor for that reason. To Hawke's mind, the best way not be injured was to not be there when the blow fell.

"Though even someone as fast as me is going to have some work to do to avoid a shot from that. Still, I'd rather practice being quick than start walking around in full plate mail. That stuff is hot. Not to mention so heavy that I'd probably break right through the deck and sink to the bottom of the sea."

All right, she wouldn't really, but it was an amusing mental image.

She offered Haytham's pistol back to him. "I'd like to practice, but I'm not sure the captain would take kindly to me putting holes in the side of his ship."