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« on: May 04, 2014, 05:36:44 pm »
--Over the Dust Coast--
Aboard the "Winter"
Lockheart: " How far are we from Dragon Town?"
*over the radio*
Phoenix: " About... erm.. maybe a 1 day voyage if we floor it, or we can spend 1 day getting to Cathedral and starting the Patrols there. Aaand that does save the risk of losing our Engines and 50% of our ships..."
Lockheart: " Well. I'm not a genius bu-"
Phoenix: " You got that right!"
Lockheart: " ...I'm no genius, but i say we start at Cathedral, what do you say Alexander?"
Alexander: I don't plan on losing all the time i put into arming these ships... Cathedral it is- *to a crewman aboard the "Crown's Justice"* oh, what?... Ah, thank you. *back to Lockheart and Phoenix* "Well, it seems like our long range radio is in range of Vyshtorg should we encounter trouble, but as we say, lets begin to plot course North towards Cathedral"
Lockheart: " Agreed. Report back to your radios at 10 hundred hours sharp for the Evening report"
Phoenix: "Whatever"
Alexander: " Aye Aye"
Lockheart Switches of his radio and Pulls his feet of his desk where they were resting. His chair falls forward.
The Captains cabin was lavishly decorated in Red carpet and walls with some Carved Wood Paneling. A Map Lay sprawled out upon the Captains desk along with a sextant and other navigating tools. Lockheart sighed, then got up from his chair and walked towards his drinks cabinet and grabbed a glass and a decanter of Whiskey. He took them out of his cabin to the main deck, where his crew were doing a multitude of things, from simple rigging maintenance to playing dice and cards with each-other. The Afternoon sun was still hot as the small fleet glided on over the endless dust below. He took the drinks up to the helm where his First mate Ryan Whitlock was stood at the helm, with Navigators Fadeshade and Ludvig Blucher Sat on the fence next to him. the three stood to attention.
Lockheart: " At ease gents. How fares the day?"
Ludvig: " Too quiet in my opinion."
Fadeshade leaned back against the mast at the rear of the "Winter".
Fadeshade: " Too Loud in mine.."
Ryan: "I'll give you a sensible opinion. Fine. Its just an average voyage, made even more mundane by the small talk of these two"
Ludvig gave Ryan a glare.
Ludvig: " Ha. That's all your getting, a singular Ha."
Fadeshade: " Still too much"
Lockheart: "Remind me again why i brought you all"
Ryan: " Because we are YOUR men, your true men, not bought with gold nor promises of land. Only loyalty and honor binds us-"
Fadeshade: " And a small hope at some land and gold."
Ryan: " Yes... Just a small hope"
Lockheart rolled his eyes.
Lockheart: " Anyway, i brought some Whiskey for you."
Fadeshade rose immediately and grabbed the whiskey and glasses and set them up on a table.
Fadeshade: " Anyone up for a bit of a competition?"
The men grinned and took places round the table, minutes turned to hours and the hours passed into the evening. The Whiskey bottle was empty. Along with others from Lockhearts cabinet.
Ludvig: " you know he wont like it"
Ryan: "precisely, go-on fade"
Fadeshade got up and took the bottle and walked over the the starboard side, stuck a finger out to measure the wind, then threw the bottle at "The Yeshan Dragon" It landed just by the helm. Faded shouting could be heard.
Phoenix: " YOU THINK THIS IS WISE, YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME YOU ARASHI SCUM, NEXT TIME WE DOCK I WILL SHOVE THESE SHARDS WHERE THE SUN DOSENT SHINE. WHY YOU..."
The rest was lost in the wind.
From below deck a bell started to ring.
Crewmember: " Captain! Captain!"
The crewman pounded up the steps.
Crewmember: " Sighting of a downed convoy sir!, Our Trade ships.... They lie on the floor.."
Lockheart was snapped out of his inebriated state and took the helm, and opened the radio. Although the first thing to greet him was Phoenix's Curses. He simply said " Were going down"
The 3 ships slowly descended towards the dusty floor... Lockheart and a small squad of men leaped down and started to walk towards the wreckage of the Ships.. Cargo lay strewn all over, crates smashed and their contents already becoming buried in the sands. The squad spent 2 hours searching the wrecks looking for survivors, and scavenging cargo. No survivors were found... No Corpses either only bloody spots on the ships. And the faintest of trails in the dust.
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