Rain continued pushing the Lady forward as if the ship was flying through the water, so was the Elven pilot's determination to make the finish line before the Wormwood or any other vessel.
Seeing the look of concentration on her face, Amen-set's eyes flick to the others beside her and study them intently, then she folds her hands over her chest and bows.
"As thy will, my Pilot-Major," she says with courtesy.
"For now I shall offer prayers that the Great Father continue to bless thy hand at the tiller and that He continue to fill our sails with the speed of the Four Winds," she adds respectfully.
She then glances aloft and notes the location of the sun, then gracefully kneels on the swaying deck, facing the sun, and bows low, pressing her hands on the wood, muttering softly for a few moments.
When she is done, she stands and slides her feet apart and folds her arm behind her back and then remains in a stiff-backed posture, as if she is on some sort of guard duty.
You manage to get free of the entanglements with the creatures and the ship lost very little speed due to Rain's grit and your quick reaction to the threat. Sailing forward with the wind you see the Wormwood about 200 yards off your starboard and about 100 yards back. The slight bit loss in speed from the attack has allowed them to stay close but you still are leading.
With a sudden burst of speed, the other ship begins to pull closer as you both approach Coaming Point, the finish of the race is in sight!!! Every muscle of every crew member and every rope and line are taught as a beating drum willing the Dread Lady forward with every ounce of strength. Sweat pours down Rain's face as a look of sheer focus and determination sets upon her.
Inch by inch you creep ahead, only to have the Wormwood edge back a bit. Nearing the gap between two large rocks that you must sail through, Rain pushes forward and slices the Dread Lady across the Wormwood, shutting the door on their chances as you skim through the other side.
You've done it!!! You've won the Free Captain's Regatta!!!!! The crew lets loose a raucous cheer. Fire lights up the sky as you see flames shoot from the deck of the Kraken, the Master of Gales letting the comptetitors and spectators, of which you can now see Coaming Point is filled with them, know that the race has been won. You see a majority cheering but also sizable pockets stare on with looks of disgust and anger.
The Kraken pulls up alongside you and the Master of Gales looks over and says in his booming voice, Congratulations to the Officers and Crew of the Dread Lady! Your official ceremony of victory will be held in two hours hence upon the beach of Coaming Point. He points to a large red and white striped tent that has been set up on the beach. A feast will be held in your honor and prizes awarded then. For now, rest as ye can. You've sailed extremely well and honorably. With that he nods and the Kraken pulls back around to watch the remaining ships finish.
Damn the Hells to themselves! Dhaavna shouts, by way of exuberant cheer.
Who has a spell of sending? I need to tell m'lady that the Lord of the Rock is the First Mate of the ship that won the Free Captains Regatta as the darkest of dark horses!
With the Master of Gales announcement, Dhaavan rushes to the bow, and makes a fist. using his mythic casting he conjures an illusionary image.
Before the bow of the the Dread Lady, facing the Kraken, there is an eruption of green fire that takes the shape of a 40x40ft giant squid. then with bursts of brimstone, several Erynies, black wings matching the Dread Lady's colors appear and raise their blades in salute, first to the green Kraken of fire, then to the ship Kraken and the Master of Gales himself.
Dhaavan too bows in respect to the druid with a flourish. and dismisses his illusion.
Congratulations to the Officers and Crew of the Dread Lady! Your official ceremony of victory will be held in two hours hence upon the beach of Coaming Point. He points to a large red and white striped tent that has been set up on the beach. A feast will be held in your honor and prizes awarded then. For now, rest as ye can. You've sailed extremely well and honorably. With that he nods and the Kraken pulls back around to watch the remaining ships finish.
Horatio seems pleased, but also almost shocked - as if he didn't truly realize that this would be possible to accomplish. But, having actually won the race, he nods his head with grim satisfaction and a slow, growing smile grows ever wider on his lips.
Soon he is turning and congratulating any and all of the crew as well as the officers.
Pulling a small, tattered journal from his satchel his eyes rove over one of the most recent headings as he examines the list of those who put heavy money against them and at long odds as a delighted light shines in his eyes.
Yet before he can rush to collect those earnings he pauses and then slides the journal back into his satchel and turns and motions to Amen-set.
"Come on, lass - business first in this case," he tells her with an almost doleful sigh.
Amen-set seems to be almost bursting with pride, though she does what she can to pass it off with her usual nonchalance, even so, she moves relatively quickly to Rain, her smile looking extremely radiant as she does so.
"But for thy skill at the helm, we should have surely perished - thou! Thy sailing as beyond words and I am thus ever pleased for the honor which thy have earned this day, senet," she says with an eager voice.
Then she pauses and bows low before Rain, offering her a complete show of respect for her excellent piloting skills.
Standing erect, but before she can continue to offer further praise, she hears Horatio...
"Come on, lass - business first in this case," he tells her with an almost doleful sigh.
Her eyes narrow as she suddenly remembers the folk that had been picked up and she wonders about their fate and well-being.
"Surely we must celebrate properly. I shall find thee, and then we shall make the heavens weep at our merriment," she adds with a smile and another quick bow, then turns and rushes to help Horatio with the folk below deck.
As they crossed the finish line before the Wormwood, Rain allowed herself to expel the breath she'd be holding during the last minute dash. She heard the cheers and she began to untie herself from the Wheel. She listed to the Master of Gales words and congratulations and bowed her head respectfully to the Master of Gales. Her eyes strayed a moment toward the Wormwood, wondering upon the mood of those aboard the ship, especially Harrigan, since they had come in second, even with all their magical dirty tricks.
Rain turned to Variel and quietly asked him to dismiss the Displacement spell he had placed on her not that long ago. She smiled at him and then at Jiro and the others around her. When Amen-set moved to her and bowed, passing along her praise, Rain smiled quietly. "Aye, we shall celebrate in earnest later this day, little sister. You did a fine job during the race, as did we all. Very well done to all!", she called out to officers and crew in praise. Then added quietly to Amen, "I am going to see to some more healing from Adular as those elementals were determined to take me down."
Waving the Besmaran priest to her side, "I am still in need of your healing, Adular, if you could provide me some now."
The priest nodded and called any injured crewmen closer, and, lifting his holy symbol, channelled twice, returning the pilot to full health.
"Ah, thank you. I am hale once more."
Rain dropped her bear animal focus, not requiring its benefit any further, and rotated her stiff shoulders, allowing her wings to unfurl/stretch. She always held faith they could win the regatta but their win was still astonishing after all they had endured over the course. Rain gave a few orders to the riggers. Turning to Variel and waiting until he had returned to normal size, Rain kissed her betrothed deeply on the lips, not concerned with who could see them.
Pulling away and still looking at him, she added, "Let us ensure all is well onboard, rest and then see to our feast on the beach at Coaming Point."
Rain moved to the mainmast and inspected the damaged mast/sails and the makeshift repairs Flynn had undertaken during the hurricane.
The girl you fished from the pond is sleeping soundly and seems to have improved. In technical terms she seems to have stabilized and is no longer in immediate danger.
Her crew have assimilated fairly well into your own and now are working wherever they can to help. Right now they seem to be helping the crew to straighten the berths and organize the section to allow for 5 more crew members to sleep and everyone has a bit more room. Apparently you have found pirate interior designers! ;-)
As the last of the elementals are dealt with, Rajah sheathes his sword and shield and watches with anticipation the last of the race. As the Dread Lady manages to just inch the Wormwood by a nose, "Fantastic! We won!" he exclaims as he shoots his fist in the air in victory. "Utterly a fantastic race! I must say it doesn't get much closer than that," he says. Grinning as he breathes a sigh of relief, it's not a few moments later a curious look forms. "A question if I may, Captain. What was it exactly that we won?" He then looks to Rain, "And I must congratulate you on a job well done... Rain? Was it? I believe that was name I heard you called. Please correct me if I'm mistaken. I am Rajah, by the way," he introduces himself, giving a slight bow.
"Aye, we shall celebrate in earnest later this day, little sister."
Amen-set beams at this comment.
”Aye, indeed! I am eager to begin the revels. I have walked the waves long and do not mind it overmuch, but today we slew our enemies – then we stood tall to shame those who dared oppose us, even as we let them live in long disgrace... Finally, by thy hand we have seen things that few men have lived to see and stood proud to laugh at those dangers ere the end!”
"You did a fine job during the race, as did we all. Very well done to all!", she called out to officers and crew in praise.
Amen-set’s eyes narrow as they range over the others and she opens her mouth to say something, but then she sees Horatio give her a glance and she stops and clears her throat and seems to reconsider.
”Thou speak truly, senet. All performed their duty with distinction and are deserving of honor – So Say We All…” she adds with a serious voice, then smiles at Rain.
"I am going to see to some more healing from Adular as those elementals were determined to take me down."
Amen-set looks abashed at this statement.
”Would that I had seen thy wound sooner, I would have already allayed any such difficulties. That thy were forced to go to another while I stood by… My apologies, senet,” she says, somewhat embarrassed that she could have done something but hadn’t.
"Let us ensure all is well onboard, rest and then see to our feast on the beach at Coaming Point."
Amen-set nods, but then her eyes wander to the beach.
”Hearken to me, oh my senet…” she says, then beckons Rain closer and speaks to her softly… ”Even in the best of circumstances strong drink erodes wise actions and few things stir the blood of men more than confronting those who humbled them… To mix drink and animosity together is a risky venture, I deem… If all of us are to indulge in such carousing, I say keep well near thee thy blade and watch closely thy food and drink… There is a Covenant of Blood between our folk and some others there; methinks it shall not be paid in full unless vengeance is the coin…” she adds as her eyes peer closely at the other ship captains, watching closely the men clustered near Harrigan.
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Even after the last elemental dissipated from the blows Variel landed he kept his cutlass out and ready should anyone or anything else try to harm his bride to be and pilot of the Lady. As the Lady and Wormwood raced for the end Variel glanced around both at his ship and the other for any signs of opening hostilities. He trusted his men not fire first but wasn't sure what would happen if Harrigan initiated the fight. Luckily it was a moot point as Rain edged the Wormwood at the last with out any conflict.
Releasing his own breath Variel caught Rain's eye as they both shared a look of triumph. Dismissing her protective spell Variel dismisses his own as well shrinking back to normal size. Hoisting Rain in his arms he drinks deep of her lips in celebration. Breathless he pulls away from her to turn and face the crew. Well done everyone. Well done indeed! 3 cheers for Rain! 3 cheers for the Lady and her crew!
Once the cheers are over Variel turns to the Master of Gales. We will honored to feast with you in 2 hours on the beech: Myself and all of the crew of the Lady.
Separating briefly from Rain he nods her wisdom as she goes to inspect eh ship. He himself turns to Rajah in answer. Besmara must have you in her sights. How else could you be swallowed by a serpent, spewed upon a ship in the middle of a regatta and be part of the crew that wins fame, fortune and more. We shall learn all of what we win at the fest I am sure but the 2 greatest prizes were a seat on the pirate council and lordship of their own island!
"Let us ensure all is well onboard, rest and then see to our feast on the beach at Coaming Point."
Horatio nods his head and then examines the officer that was pulled from the seas, observing that her men have already done well with the other crew.
The girl you fished from the pond is sleeping soundly and seems to have improved. In technical terms she seems to have stabilized and is no longer in immediate danger.
Coming up from below, he looks at the others.
”The lass we pulled out's alright… But she’ll need sleep. I had Piper make a tea for her to drink; she should drink it every four to six hours or so for the next few days. It will help with the swelling of the blood near her brain,” he says.
”Other than that, she looks alright, though. I’d wager she should be back on her feet in a few days…”
Her crew have assimilated fairly well into your own and now are working wherever they can to help. Right now they seem to be helping the crew to straighten the berths and organize the section to allow for 5 more crew members to sleep and everyone has a bit more room. Apparently you have found pirate interior designers! ;-)
"Fantastic! We won!" he exclaims as he shoots his fist in the air in victory. "Utterly a fantastic race! I must say it doesn't get much closer than that," he says.
Horatio turns a glance at Rajah’s enthusiasm and grins at him.
”It was pretty damn close – hell, to be honest, I didn’t even think we’d be able to come in first… But sure as hell – the Pilot-Major kicked some serious ass!” he says, his grin widening into a huge smile as he claps Rajah on his back.
"A question if I may, Captain. What was it exactly that we won?"
Horatio turns a glance at Variel, then he looks back at Rajah –
”I reckon that all depends,” he says with a somewhat laconic drawl.
”We got some good stuff, that’s for sure – but as for them that bet on the skill of the Pilot-Major…” he says, then pulls out a small ledger and thumbs through it with a slow, satisfied expression.
”I put down 11,000 gold pieces that we’d come in for the top five ships at three-to-one odds…” he says with a low, distracted voice – ”Let’s see, that puts me up to 33,000 gold pieces… Oh, and then I put down an another 11,000 gold pieces that we’d win at five-to-win odds… honestly didn’t think that would happen, but I figured between the two wagers I’d clear up 22,000… However, thanks to the Pilot-Major that swings up another 55,000 gold pieces and nets me out to 88,000 gold pieces… though I don't know what the others wagered,” he continues with an almost distracted voice then looks up at Rajah.
”Gods damn, it’s grand to be victorious…” he said with a huge smile.
We shall learn all of what we win at the fest I am sure but the 2 greatest prizes were a seat on the pirate council and lordship of their own island!
”Aye, indeed! The Captain-General's right on that count... We did get some kind of island and a seat on the Pirate Council, too… so, you know – we got that going for us…” he adds with an almost off-hand expression.
He then looks to Rain, "And I must congratulate you on a job well done... Rain? Was it? I believe that was name I heard you called. Please correct me if I'm mistaken. I am Rajah, by the way," he introduces himself, giving a slight bow.
Amen-set turns to study Rajah and her eyes narrow – it looks almost as if she would say – Hey! You call her Pilot-Major!”
Then she purses her lips as her eyes range over Rajah and her expression becomes thoughtful and she brushes a length of her long, platinum-colored hair back from her face.
”Assuredly we have saved thee from a dark Fate when we pulled thee from the sea… What, then, are thy plans now that we have made landfall? Will thee seek a new berth, or would thy find a place among us?” she asks, a somewhat eager tone in her voice, as she looks down and then glances at him from under her long lashes as Horatio turns and gives her a small frown at her posturing.
”I get no problem with Rajah sailing with us – but I reckon first he’ll have to let us know what he’d like to do before we can see what we think,” Horatio says to her somewhat pointedly.
Then he turns and looks at Rajah.
”So then, what are your plans?” he asks him with a somewhat jovial voice.
"Well...," he starts before pausing a moment and rubbing his chin in thought. Finally after a few moments, he shrugs. "I must confess, I've no plans. With my previous ship being destroyed by the sea beast - which just so happened to be the same one to swallow me - I'd gather you could say I'm... 'shipless', for the lack of a better term," he says, grinning. "So if you are in need, or want for that matter, of an extra hand, I'd be more than willing to accompany you. But if not, I shall thank you for not killing me and trouble you no longer, thereby bidding you the kindest of farewells," he says with a genuine smile, nodding.
"Well...," he starts before pausing a moment and rubbing his chin in thought. Finally after a few moments, he shrugs. "I must confess, I've no plans. With my previous ship being destroyed by the sea beast - which just so happened to be the same one to swallow me - I'd gather you could say I'm... 'shipless', for the lack of a better term," he says, grinning.
Horatio nods -
"Yeah, nothing quite like getting the ship kicked out of you..." he says slowly, then his eyes gleam and he continues.
"Plus, it sounds like even if the sea serpent didn't attack, it must have had you almost scared shipless..." he adds with a grin.
"Sorry, all this talk of sailing's made me feel like I got ship for brains right now... Oh! And also..." he says with a tone that suggest he's just getting warmed up when he notices Amen-set give him a hard stare as if she is not amused.
He clears his throat and looks at Rajah then continues.
"Yes, well, in any case... The thing is, and don't get me wrong; you were damn handy in the fight and I'd not mind having you with us, but I figured I should at least ask you first before making assumptions about what you're planning next, you know?"
"I'd be more than willing to accompany you. But if not, I shall thank you for not killing me and trouble you no longer, thereby bidding you the kindest of farewells," he says with a genuine smile, nodding.
Horatio glances at the others.
"To be honest, I think the padre's planning on leaving, now that we've finished the race - and we're likely to be a bit shorthanded on the healing department," he adds with a nod at Adular.
"I can't speak for the others, but I'd not mind having you join up," he says with a sincere voice.
"And for what it's worth, we got one of the best galleys in The Shackles on our ship... You'll eat well with us, that's for sure... And now that we've won this island it's likely we'll be able to get some good stuff going. Like as not they'll have some modest plantations, and I figure they'll probably also have decent manor house, or maybe even something a bit more fancy - so at least you'll have a place to hang your hat if you're not sailing," he adds with enthusiasm.
Horatio does seem genuinely pleased that Rajah will be sailing with them, even as he notes Amen-set's eyes light up at the prospect, though for now she says nothing but smiles in agreement.
Amen-set looks abashed at this statement.
”Would that I had seen thy wound sooner, I would have already allayed any such difficulties. That thy were forced to go to another while I stood by… My apologies, senet,” she says, somewhat embarrassed that she could have done something but hadn’t.
Rain looked at Amen and shook her head, "I do not hold you to blame. You were occupied with other, urgent matters, and the elementals' attack was unexpected. All is well now, Amen, do not fret."
”Hearken to me, oh my senet…” she says, then beckons Rain closer and speaks to her softly… ”Even in the best of circumstances strong drink erodes wise actions and few things stir the blood of men more than confronting those who humbled them…"
Drawn aside and listening to Amen, Rain reached out and touched the young woman's arm, before replying with equal discretion, "I will be mindful, little sister, and ready for anything. I will not overly drink - mayhap a cup of wine to toast with. I will make sure Variel is clear of mind as well."
He then looks to Rain, "And I must congratulate you on a job well done... Rain? Was it? I believe that was name I heard you called. Please correct me if I'm mistaken. I am Rajah, by the way," he introduces himself, giving a slight bow.
At his formal introduction and short bow, Rain inclined her head before responding, "Aye, I am Rain Taneththir, and well met, Rajah. We are grateful for your aid this day."
Horatio nods -
"Yeah, nothing quite like getting the ship kicked out of you..." he says slowly, then his eyes gleam and he continues.
"Plus, it sounds like even if the sea serpent didn't attack, it must have had you almost scared shipless..." he adds with a grin.
"Sorry, all this talk of sailing's made me feel like I got ship for brains right now... Oh! And also..." he says with a tone that suggest he's just getting warmed up when he notices Amen-set give him a hard stare as if she is not amused.
He clears his throat and looks at Rajah then continues.
"Yes, well, in any case... The thing is, and don't get me wrong; you were damn handy in the fight and I'd not mind having you with us, but I figured I should at least ask you first before making assumptions about what you're planning next, you know?"
Rajah raises an eyebrow at the crude(but cleverly covered up) wordplay of the bard. Catching the scowl from Amen-set, he can't help but smile at how quick Horatio works to move on. "Much appreciated," he nods.
Horatio glances at the others.
"To be honest, I think the padre's planning on leaving, now that we've finished the race - and we're likely to be a bit shorthanded on the healing department," he adds with a nod at Adular.
"I can't speak for the others, but I'd not mind having you join up," he says with a sincere voice.
"And for what it's worth, we got one of the best galleys in The Shackles on our ship... You'll eat well with us, that's for sure... And now that we've won this island it's likely we'll be able to get some good stuff going. Like as not they'll have some modest plantations, and I figure they'll probably also have decent manor house, or maybe even something a bit more fancy - so at least you'll have a place to hang your hat if you're not sailing," he adds with enthusiasm.
Nodding again, "I'll gladly lend my healing capabilities to this crew if you'll have me and I would love to try this galley you speak of. I daresay nothing beats a good meal. But even if the rest of you won't have me, this galley still has me intrigued and I must try their food," he says with a wry grin.
At his formal introduction and short bow, Rain inclined her head before responding, "Aye, I am Rain Taneththir, and well met, Rajah. We are grateful for your aid this day."
Shaking his head, "'Twas nothing, Milady; I only did what anyone would do in such circumstance," he says as if it's all in a day's work.
Hoisting Rain in his arms he drinks deep of her lips in celebration. Breathless he pulls away from her to turn and face the crew. Well done everyone. Well done indeed! 3 cheers for Rain! 3 cheers for the Lady and her crew!
Her cheeks flushed by sea, wind, combat and kiss, Rain beamed as Variel raised cheer for her piloting skill in the regatta. She joined in the cheer for the ship and her valiant crewmen. The gods had shown them favour this day. She pondered Amen's words anew and wondered if Harrigan and his crew would exact some payback for besting them. She was certain, without evidence, that Harrigan was behind the attacks on her as she stood at the helm. Still, best the Master of Gales sort out the treachery, if he had noted it from his vantage during the last portion of the race. Or had he noted more, along the length of it?
Shaking his head, "'Twas nothing, Milady; I only did what anyone would do in such circumstance," he says as if it's all in a day's work.
The newcomer showed modesty and she smiled softly at him and quietly added, "Not all would have. I appreciate loyalty and true effort. Welcome aboard the Lady, Rajah."
The newcomer showed modesty and she smiled softly at him and quietly added, "Not all would have. I appreciate loyalty and true effort. Welcome aboard the Lady, Rajah."
Hearing Rain's acceptance - coupled with Horatio's acceptance - seems more than enough confirmation for Amen-set.
"This is indeed a fine day!" she says with a loud and merry voice.
"Further, it is written - When something looms darkly, trust to the Great Father to provide new light... - and so it is! We have lost the talents of the other priest, but lo! While we have little time to lament this ill, suddenly from the seas itself comes another to stand forth and replace him."
"Who can doubt the will of the Great Father in such situations, eh?" she adds eagerly.
Then she moves to embrace Rajah warmly, almost as if such appointments are always received such friendly welcomes.
Horatio lifts an eyebrow at her enthusiasm, and she notes it and quickly releases Rajah, but still seems pleased at his formally now becoming part of the crew.
"Fear not about the food; for it is indeed wonderful to the taste. If thy would prefer, I can help thee get thy gear settled more comfortably aboard ship...Though there is always time for such duties, if thou should have other business first, of course," she says pausing to see what Rajah would do next.
Seijiro sits on an upturned bucket and watches the mutual congratulations while silently tying knots in a handy rope. He gives Rain a smile and a nod if she looks his way. When folks depart for the beach, he joins them, but he seems a bit on the quiet side... even for him.
The newcomer showed modesty and she smiled softly at him and quietly added, "Not all would have. I appreciate loyalty and true effort. Welcome aboard the Lady, Rajah."
Smiling, the warpriest gives a simple nod of thanks.
Hearing Rain's acceptance - coupled with Horatio's acceptance - seems more than enough confirmation for Amen-set.
"This is indeed a fine day!" she says with a loud and merry voice.
"Further, it is written - When something looms darkly, trust to the Great Father to provide new light... - and so it is! We have lost the talents of the other priest, but lo! While we have little time to lament this ill, suddenly from the seas itself comes another to stand forth and replace him."
"Who can doubt the will of the Great Father in such situations, eh?" she adds eagerly.
Then she moves to embrace Rajah warmly, almost as if such appointments are always received such friendly welcomes.
Horatio lifts an eyebrow at her enthusiasm, and she notes it and quickly releases Rajah, but still seems pleased at his formally now becoming part of the crew.
"Fear not about the food; for it is indeed wonderful to the taste. If thy would prefer, I can help thee get thy gear settled more comfortably aboard ship...Though there is always time for such duties, if thou should have other business first, of course," she says pausing to see what Rajah would do next.
Caught totally unprepared by the sudden embrace, Rajah finds himself at a loss on how to respond but can't but help smile at the fiery woman. With her offer of a place to store his gear, he stammers a moment as he's not really given it any thought. "Well, um, sure, I suppose. Knowing where I can keep quarters would do me well. And any business I have is whatever business you all have. I've never really had any 'business' to take care of no matter where I've been. I guess you could call me a 'Nomad of the Sea' - I just go where she takes me," he says with a grin, shrugging.
"Well, um, sure, I suppose. Knowing where I can keep quarters would do me well. And any business I have is whatever business you all have. I've never really had any 'business' to take care of no matter where I've been.
Her lip quirks in a wry smile.
”Fear not, priest – it is a certainty that if thy would continue to sail with us that thy shall assuredly find “business”… even if such business comes to seek thee,” she adds somewhat enigmatically.
”For now thou art known as a priest among us – is this what thy would name thyself, or is there another title which thy might claim?” she asks, curious to know more.
"I guess you could call me a 'Nomad of the Sea'...
Her eyes raise in surprise at this comment.
”Aye! Bi-la kaifa!,” she says with a grin.
”Come, then – let us wait while my Hatey-a' seeks to claim his earnings ashore even as I shall show thee a bunk where thy may store thy baggage,” she adds with a warm voice.
Having no idea what word she came up with, Rajah simply nods. "Very well! Let us be off. And, if it's not too much to ask, can I trouble you to show me all of her?" He asks with an outstretched arm toward the ship as he looks upon it a moment before turning back to Amen-set with a wide grin, trying to convince her with a nod of excitement.
Rain watched as Amen and Rajah walked off together and her eyes sought Variel's and she quietly said, "It seems as though Rajah has caught the eye of Amen." Then added, "There is some damage to the main mast and sail, but not enough to interfere with us sailing. Mayhap we can use magic to repair it before we set sail after the celebrations. I would rather it was whole/hale in case we run into some trouble."
Seijiro sits on an upturned bucket and watches the mutual congratulations while silently tying knots in a handy rope. He gives Rain a smile and a nod if she looks his way. When folks depart for the beach, he joins them, but he seems a bit on the quiet side... even for him.
Rain caught Jiro's eyes and smile and she smiled back. She called out to the kitsune, "Is all well, Jiro?"
Seijiro shrugs and gives Rain a little nod. "Well enough I guess... we won, that's a good thing. I'm just glad you're okay. Flynn did well keeping the ship in one piece and shooting the foes, Variel struck true more than once to devastating effect, Amen Set and the new fellow looked after your wounds quite well, I'm glad for that. I'm just glad it's over and done. I have a feeling Harrigan was behind that attack, perhaps not personally but someone in his coterie and at his behest. I think perhaps he's not done with us, he'll want his revenge. I would advise that all of us be cautious here on out." He looks over at Harrigan's ship with a little shudder. "I have a bad feeling about that man."
Rain nodded and responded quietly, "I believe as you do. It was no coincidence those invisible elementals struck and targeted me as I sailed toward the finish line. They meant do me particular harm so I could not continue steering the Lady. Too bad it did not work. Harrigan will me most annoyed. We'll all be on the lookout at the celebrations tonight. We best stay close together at the feast on Cooaming Point beach."
Then she looked at the kitsune and added, "You, too, struck the first elemental after I was markedly struck by both. Do not forget your own efforts. Thank you for looking out for me. I am glad you all came to my side to shield me as I steered, otherwise I may have been cut down."
"You are my friend, Rain, as well as pilot of the Lady.... I will always protect you or come to your defense, whatever you need." He flashes her a little smiles. He mutters something softly in Minkaian then shrugs and sighs.
"Very well! Let us be off. And, if it's not too much to ask, can I trouble you to show me all of her?"
Amen-set pauses, her eyes widening as if she had heard some sort of double entendre and she seems somewhat taken aback, but then lets her eyes rove slowly over Rajah as her look of surprise evolves into one of bemusement and interest.
”If in truth thy desire to see all – assuredly that can be arranged,” she says with a coy tone as her lip curls somewhat mischievously.
Horatio turns from his advance from the beach and fixes her with a stern, almost paternal glare.
”Alright, alright,” he says as he moves over to her shaking his head and turning an almost apologetic glance to Rajah.
”Sorry, all that crazy weather – I think she may have misunderstood you a bit,” he adds as he studies her with a small frown.
She looks at Horatio and seems to sulk a little, then she begins to speak to him rapidly in a low voice.
He retorts to her quickly and quietly and she sighs, then rolls her eyes, then seems to get angry, then shakes her head and shrugs a little, then seems to sulk.
Horatio folds his arms over his chest and clears his throat.
At that, she stiffens, then turns and bows formally to Horatio and looks at Rajah.
”A thousand pardons, goodly sir – it may be that I misunderstood thy intentions. For that I crave thy indulgence,” she says, her voice not sounding very contrite, despite what she had said.
”There are many hours before the revelries shall begin – let me then show you the ship which we shall sail on; including illumination on all things aboard; excepting only those particular havens reserved for the officers of our company,” she adds with a polite gesture at the ship, waiting for Rajah to lead the way.
She turns and gives Horatio a look which seems to almost say – “There, are you happy?” – yet Horatio does indeed seem somewhat relieved.
Horatio watches the young girl for a moment, then turns to Rajah.
”Anyhow, enjoy your tour… If you got any questions, I’m sure that Amen-set will happily answer them with great detail. I mean, hell, sometimes she’ll even answer things you didn’t even ask her about…” he says with a sigh, then shakes his head.
He turns to Variel.
”Oye, Captain-General – you laid some coin down on our wager, too. Being that our winning’s are a lot of loot to lug around, maybe we should go together and pick it up at the same time? That way we’re less likely to get jumped… Besides, I figure it’ll be good for the crew’s reputation if some of the local hoi palloi see that the captain of The Lady won coin on account of the trust he put in them who sail his ship,” he adds with a shrug.
He glances at Dhaavan.
"And you, My Lord - you also bet on the race, too... Are you interested in coming with us to pick up your earnings?" he asks.
'You all manage to pick up your winnings which is paid in a combination of gold and platinum pieces as well as some gems and jewelry that bring the total to your winnings. This takes some time and several more ships arrive during this time, eventually the time comes to make your way to the tent of the Master of Gales for the victory ceremony.
You are instructed to enter the tent last and wait outside as the other competitors and spectators enter and take their seats. A conch shell blows from within signaling you all to enter. Thunderous applause greets you from most of the gathered people. You have found out that the last bit of the race has been talked about a great deal and the courage you all showed to continue racing while under the assault of invisible creatures was inspiring.
The Master of Gales himself bangs his staff on the ground, a thunderous boom released as he does so, which instantly quiets the crowd.
"Captain Variel Nightstorm and Pilot Rain Taneththir, please approach." Assuming you do so he continues and says You and your crew are to be commended on an excellent race. You have weathered the Eye and the gods have found you worthy of the accolades I am about to bestow upon you all. The Dread Lady has officially won the Free Captain's Regatta!
He waits for a moment for a burst of cheering to subside before continuing, holding up a single brilliantly polished silver manacle. He beckons Variel to approach and says Captain Variel Nightstorm of the ship The Dread Lady. I hereby bestow upon you a seat upon the Pirate's Council of the Shackles. This broken manacle is a symbol of that honor and the duty that it entails. Do you swear to renounce all ties to other nations and entanglements, so that you may represent the welfare of the people of the Shackles to the best of your abilities?
Assuming the answer is in affirmative he clasps the broken manacle around Variel's wrist and lets the crowd cheer. He then says In addition, for winning the Regatta, you and your officers have won lordship over the Island of Empty Eyes in the northernmost territory of the Shackles. This is a great prize and one in which I suggest you explore at your earliest opportunity to begin to make use of its untapped potential.
Turning to Rain he says Rain Taneththir, for your incredible piloting skills I am also awarding you a purse of 400 pieces of platinum as the best pilot in the Regatta as voted upon by the assembled spectators. For now, let us feast and celebrate the finish of the regatta!
You all have not seen the Wormwood anywhere and suspect that the ship may have left. The rest of the night passes relatively uneventfully although you all are continuously congratulated and toasted to incessantly, leading to a very long and drunken night.
After a little while, the Master of Gales pulls you all aside to explain about the Island you have won. “It’s called the Island of Empty Eyes,” the Master of the Gales explains, “for the queer statues that leer over its shores. Uninhabited and fraught with danger, make no doubt, but naught that pirates of your capabilities can’t handle. You’ve landed a seat on the Pirate Council as well, but winning a race don’t make a sailor a captain, nor a freebooter a lord. You’ll need to show the Council you can tame the island and make it your own, if you want to claim your seat. The lords of the Council will come calling in three months to see if you’re worth the honor that’s been bestowed upon you, and they’ll expect to be feted as befits pirate lords of their stature. Provided you look like you know what you’re doing, they’ll take your oath of loyalty and grant you your seat on the Council. If not... well, you wouldn’t be the first winner of the Regatta who failed to live up to expectations.”
Amen-set pauses, her eyes widening as if she had heard some sort of double entendre and she seems somewhat taken aback, but then lets her eyes rove slowly over Rajah as her look of surprise evolves into one of bemusement and interest.”If in truth thy desire to see all – assuredly that can be arranged,” she says with a coy tone as her lip curls somewhat mischievously.
Rajah raises a questioning eyebrow, trying to figure out why she respond in such a way.
His attention moves over to Horatio as he nears.
Horatio turns from his advance from the beach and fixes her with a stern, almost paternal glare.
”Alright, alright,” he says as he moves over to her shaking his head and turning an almost apologetic glance to Rajah.
”Sorry, all that crazy weather – I think she may have misunderstood you a bit,” he adds as he studies her with a small frown.
Nodding, "Quite understandable. That tends to happen from time to time." I'm not sure I understand myself, honestly.
She looks at Horatio and seems to sulk a little, then she begins to speak to him rapidly in a low voice.
He retorts to her quickly and quietly and she sighs, then rolls her eyes, then seems to get angry, then shakes her head and shrugs a little, then seems to sulk.
Horatio folds his arms over his chest and clears his throat.
At that, she stiffens, then turns and bows formally to Horatio and looks at Rajah.
”A thousand pardons, goodly sir – it may be that I misunderstood thy intentions. For that I crave thy indulgence,” she says, her voice not sounding very contrite, despite what she had said.
Finding himself at a loss on how to respond, My intentions? "Yes, um, well, I implore you to think nothing of it," he kindly says, waving it off as no big deal.
”There are many hours before the revelries shall begin – let me then show you the ship which we shall sail on; including illumination on all things aboard; excepting only those particular havens reserved for the officers of our company,” she adds with a polite gesture at the ship, waiting for Rajah to lead the way.
As they walk, "Amen-set, if you do not mind me asking, how did come to be a part of this crew?"
After a little while, the Master of Gales pulls you all aside to explain about the Island you have won. “It’s called the Island of Empty Eyes,” the Master of the Gales explains, “for the queer statues that leer over its shores. Uninhabited and fraught with danger, make no doubt, but naught that pirates of your capabilities can’t handle. You’ve landed a seat on the Pirate Council as well, but winning a race don’t make a sailor a captain, nor a freebooter a lord. You’ll need to show the Council you can tame the island and make it your own, if you want to claim your seat. The lords of the Council will come calling in three months to see if you’re worth the honor that’s been bestowed upon you, and they’ll expect to be feted as befits pirate lords of their stature. Provided you look like you know what you’re doing, they’ll take your oath of loyalty and grant you your seat on the Council. If not... well, you wouldn’t be the first winner of the Regatta who failed to live up to expectations.”
"What ho! Never you fear, my good man! We shall very much tame this island and when we do, this good captain will have his seat among the council, mark my words!" he claims with absolute confidence, giving a firm nod and a slap on the back of Variel's shoulder.
Seijiro will collect his own winnings as well, though not invited to join the others who went out to collect, then meets the others at the Master of Gales' tent. He waits patiently until the conch sounds and enters with the others. When Variel and Rain are specifically mentioned for their superb actions, he cheers heartily for them, and encourages others to do the same...
After all the accolades have died down to some extent, he nods to Rajah. "Aye, we'll do this and do it right... give the free captains a welcome befitting their rank and station. We've hardly met by the way, my name is Seijiro and I'm Quartermaster officially on the Dread Lady, though in truth my services are rarely called for in that capacity. Nice to meet you finally."
Rajah raises a questioning eyebrow, trying to figure out why she respond in such a way.
His attention moves over to Horatio as he nears.
Horatio sighs and shakes his head as he moves near.
”Sorry, all that crazy weather – I think she may have misunderstood you a bit,” he adds as he studies her with a small frown.
Nodding, "Quite understandable. That tends to happen from time to time." I'm not sure I understand myself, honestly.
He leans in and speaks to Rajah -
"I think she fancies you, lad... Anyhow, don't worry, I told her to keep it professional here..." he says with a nod and a friendly pat on Rajah's shoulder.
”A thousand pardons, goodly sir – it may be that I misunderstood thy intentions. For that I crave thy indulgence,” she says, her voice not sounding very contrite, despite what she had said.
Horatio watches her make her comments and seems to be a bit more relaxed.
Finding himself at a loss on how to respond, My intentions? "Yes, um, well, I implore you to think nothing of it," he kindly says, waving it off as no big deal.
She turns and fixes Horatio with a somewhat withering look, but then turns back to Rajah.
"But of course," she says with an overly elaborate bow, then shows him the ship.
As they walk, "Amen-set, if you do not mind me asking, how did come to be a part of this crew?"
She pauses in her advance with him and turns a glance at the retreating Horatio and her expression changes. The recently seen immature expressions seem to be suddenly erased as she contemplates the answer with a very serious expression.
Then - having decided - she nods at Rajah and then shares her story with him.
"Slavers took me, and others, and by his hand my enemies were cut down; my chains were broken, and I was freed from bondage."
"He took seven heads that night; the other that aided him no longer sails with this crew... that one took four heads. As for myself and the others that were free... We slew the remainder between us."
"I deem the others he freed that night have no honor, for having achieved their releases, they fled to return to their homeland and their folk - or some other concern," she says with a somewhat contemptuous wave of her hand.
"As for myself? I have been freed; so I pledged myself to follow my hatey-a', for he is a goodly man and has no love for them who would be slavers. Indeed, he has saved others since I journeyed with him - even now there are many who serve on this vessel who are freed from chains by his hand."
"He is an honorable man and I am well pleased at my choice to follow him."
“It’s called the Island of Empty Eyes,” the Master of the Gales explains, “for the queer statues that leer over its shores. Uninhabited and fraught with danger, make no doubt, but naught that pirates of your capabilities can’t handle. You’ve landed a seat on the Pirate Council as well, but winning a race don’t make a sailor a captain, nor a freebooter a lord. You’ll need to show the Council you can tame the island and make it your own, if you want to claim your seat. The lords of the Council will come calling in three months to see if you’re worth the honor that’s been bestowed upon you, and they’ll expect to be feted as befits pirate lords of their stature. Provided you look like you know what you’re doing, they’ll take your oath of loyalty and grant you your seat on the Council. If not... well, you wouldn’t be the first winner of the Regatta who failed to live up to expectations.”
Horatio scratches his chin thoughtfully and stares at the Master of Gales with flat eyes.
It’s clear he has multiple things he wants to say; not in the least is his confusion as to how “winning” an island means that they merely were given the right to go to a dangerous location, kill the threats and claim the treasure on the corpses of said threats…
Wait - no castle, no fortresses, not even a bleeding manor house or even any poxing plantations?
He sighs and tries to think of this in a more positive light.
Come on lad, get over it - besides; clearing out the chaff in an island might be a bit more fun than simply sitting around in some white suit drinking sweet tea or some mint julep on the porch...
He grins privately at that idea, but then his mind tacks to another thought.
Specifically, why Variel wasn’t already sitting on the seat on the Council, especially given that was the promised prize of the race…
Still, he seems to put that aside for now.
”Thank you kindly for the praise and rewards,” he says politely as he touches his hand to his forelock.
Now he broaches a subject that is clearly on his mind, especially as The Wormwood – and her crew and captain, are clearly absent.
”Begging your pardon, sir…” he says slowly but politely ”but for now I have a question about one of the members of the race we just handled, including the particulars of how the victory was supposed to be achieved.”
"Specifically the captain of The Wormwood," he adds.
Seijiro will collect his own winnings as well, though not invited to join the others who went out to collect.
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After getting the 16k in gold gems and other monetary prizes Variel immediately heads over tot he crew. Pulling out a purse of 1000gp Variel divides it up amonst the crew. Do not let it ever be said that Captain Nightstorm refused to pay off his bets. You have earned this this day. Enjoy it all and the rest that is to follow.
Variel goes to join the other officers on the way to the tent for the celebration. Offering his arm to escort Rain Variel smiles ear to ear. Arriving at the tent Variel waits patiently with the others till the conch shell blows. Striding up to the Master of Gales when called Variel is surprised to find himself balking at the the words that the MAster of Gales says. Will I renounce all ties to other nations and other entanglements? Does this mean I need to give up on Shanxia and never find out about my past? Perhaps I can do both as long as I put the Shackels first. Yet even if I put my past second will that be enough? I have already been the target of assassinations and other plots. We will have to see what the future holds I guess. No man can predict the future.
Keeping his eyes on the Master of Gales but his hand in Rain's Variel nods his head slowly in accordance to what is asked of him. I have known no home other than the Shackels. Therefore it would be my honor to accept this position and do what is in my power to protect that which I call home.
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However, Variel continues on, the Shackles is composed of individual islands with their own people. Just as each of them follow their own path in life so too must I follow my own path. Where this path takes me I know not but I assure you all that what I do will be for the betterment of the Shackles and her people. Variel accepts the manacle then hoping his words did not work against him.
Variel steps back then as Rain steps forward to receive her honoring.
The feast and celebration that follows was a blur as Variel went about speaking to any and all that offered him congratulations. As often he could though he deferred the praise to his officers and crew.
At the end when the Master of Gales approached them again Variel paid close attention. Aye, we will take your words and wisdom to heart. This island will be tamed as needed however what else can you tell us of this island? Specifically are there any outposts, buildings or other structures known on the island?
Rain whispered something back to Jiro, upon noting his words in Minkaian.
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Turning to Rain he says Rain Taneththir, for your incredible piloting skills I am also awarding you a purse of 400 pieces of platinum as the best pilot in the Regatta as voted upon by the assembled spectators. For now, let us feast and celebrate the finish of the regatta!
Being called forth, to stand before the Master of Gales with her betrothed by her side, hand in hand, was an honour indeed and Rain wished her grandfather could have been present to witness their win and the ceremony. He would have been so proud of her. She could hear Jiro's loud cheers of encouragement and nodded in the kitsune's direction.
She collected the purse and marvelled at the sum contained within. She bowed before the Master of Gales and turned and smiled at the general assembly of pirates, tipping her tricorne in recognition. Rain looked to Variel and quietly congratulated him on his prospective seat on the Pirate Council, "A fine honour, Captain. Well deserved." She kept the praise proper and formal because they stood before the assembly. Later, in private, she would show him more openly.
When they were pulled aside to discuss their ownership of the Island of Empty Eyes, Rain listened carefully, and pondered what she heard of the place. They were to tame the island, then make it functional for the Council's visit in three months hence? Not a small order since they had a wedding to undertake in a month and a half. They would have to do their best before and after the wedding to ensure they tame the island and make it liveable. She cringed inwardly when Flynn asked the Master of Gales about the Wormwood and how victory in the regatta is achieved. She hoped the man would not be angered by such a question since they had no hard proof that Harrigan was behind all the attacks on them (or the other ship which sunk) over the course of the race. She silently hoped that Flynn would not accuse Harrigan and the Wormwood at this time.
At the end when the Master of Gales approached them again Variel paid close attention. Aye, we will take your words and wisdom to heart. This island will be tamed as needed however what else can you tell us of this island? Specifically are there any outposts, buildings or other structures known on the island?
Horatio glances at Variel for a moment and then tries to remember what he himself might know about the island.
Taking 10 On Knowledge Skills regarding the Island of the Empty Eyes
Arcana: 18
Dungeoneering: 18
Engineering: 25
Geography: 22
History: 18
Local: 20
Nature: 18
Nobility: 18
Religion: 18
Meanwhile, he’s content to share what he recalls about the island later with the others, but for now he is waiting for the response to his earlier comment.
It probably wouldn't help to continue asking questions about Harrigan's actions if the others didn't offer supporting opinions, so for now he'd say nothing more, though he was curious to know what the man will say.
After all, if the Master of Gales was in charge of making sure that the various ships didn’t use magic to attack each other during the race and this same Master of Gales didn’t realize what Harrigan had done, then logic suggested that the man was not very good at his job.
Either that, or he was allied with Harrigan… and Horatio believed that this was a point worth knowing.
Still, there was no need to press the issue - in the game of politics is wasn't wise to piss people off.
For now he was curious to know how the man might react, or what he might say about what was said already.
He leans in and speaks to Rajah -
"I think she fancies you, lad... Anyhow, don't worry, I told her to keep it professional here..." he says with a nod and a friendly pat on Rajah's shoulder.
Rajah's eyes go wide and he smiles - because he's really not sure what else to do when such information is given - as a bit of panic sets in. Giving a nervous nod, "Right oh, then. That is, um, good... good... you know, good and all that," he responds, completely flummoxed. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. I did not see this one coming. Fancies?! Truly? Surely he jests. What is it I've done to warrant such? Nothing that I know of. I fear the good sailor must be mistaken. Yes, quite mistaken. He looks over at her a moment, seeming to notice her for the first time. Well she is quite lovely. Quickly shaking his head to regain his wits, he pulls himself back together and focuses.
She pauses in her advance with him and turns a glance at the retreating Horatio and her expression changes. The recently seen immature expressions seem to be suddenly erased as she contemplates the answer with a very serious expression.
Then - having decided - she nods at Rajah and then shares her story with him.
"Slavers took me, and others, and by his hand my enemies were cut down; my chains were broken, and I was freed from bondage."
"He took seven heads that night; the other that aided him no longer sails with this crew... that one took four heads. As for myself and the others that were free... We slew the remainder between us."
"I deem the others he freed that night have no honor, for having achieved their releases, they fled to return to their homeland and their folk - or some other concern," she says with a somewhat contemptuous wave of her hand.
"As for myself? I have been freed; so I pledged myself to follow my hatey-a', for he is a goodly man and has no love for them who would be slavers. Indeed, he has saved others since I journeyed with him - even now there are many who serve on this vessel who are freed from chains by his hand."
"He is an honorable man and I am well pleased at my choice to follow him."
"Fascinating. And with your fine compliment of the good Horatio - and knowing what I know of the rest of the crew - it would appear I could not have been expelled from the severed half of a large serpent onto a better ship," he says, grinning wryly. "Well, we should return back. I'm sure the awards will be handed out shortly. Shall we, Milady?" he offers an arm for her to take if desired as they return to the others.
"Fascinating. And with your fine compliment of the good Horatio - and knowing what I know of the rest of the crew - it would appear I could not have been expelled from the severed half of a large serpent onto a better ship," he says, grinning wryly. "Well, we should return back. I'm sure the awards will be handed out shortly. Shall we, Milady?" he offers an arm for her to take if desired as they return to the others.
She glances at his arm with a bit of a confused expression.
Then, recalling that she had seen lords behave this way with ladies she seems a bit surprised, but almost shyly pleased.
She reaches her young, brown hand to his arm - but before taking it properly, she places it on Rajah's bicep and grips firmly, as if testing the quality of his strength. Her hand releases and then tenses briefly around his forearm, and she smiles and nods her head slowly, as if the touch confirmed a suspicion.
"Thy arms are formed well, and thy muscles align better to the wont of a corsair rather than some mere brawler," she says thoughtfully.
She turns her turquoise eyes on him and studies him for a moment.
"I am glad that thy sail with us now, Hau-nebu. Thou art a skilled fighter and thy countenance is pleasing besides," she adds with a matter of fact voice.
Then she circles his arm with her own properly, her free hand pausing to brush a stray lock of her platinum hair from her face as she walks forward with him to the others with a small smile on her lips.
Seijiro sighs... yet another person on board who ignores his presence... he hangs back with Rain and Variel.
The Master of Gales raises an eyebrow when Horatio mentions the race and the Wormwood but says nothing as no question was actually asked. It appears the Master of Gales is not one to beat around the bush and if you wish to ask him something, need to do so straight out.
Looking at the others he says I'm sure you will do the Shackles, and yourselves, proud. Good luck to you in your endeavors and I shall see you three months hence.