But you are the captain. If you want to hunt seals, then I will hunt seals with you.
Nodding Odenkrik continues: "Good, then hunting it is. And topping off our water of course." Turning away from you he orders: "Reinar take us to the harbour on Seal Isle." obeying the order the Frosthammer turns starboard and closes in on the island. Once anchored up in the natural harbour Odenkirk sends some of his men off to find the water. He orders two smaller boats into the water and asks: "One for yourself?"
Yes, I shall hunt. Who shall come with me?
"I am with you Captain Stanislav. As always."
Vank nods and grabs his javelins "Might as well, getting my feet on solid land is a good enough excuse for me, the hunting is a bonus."
Nadine huffs and looks cross. She rolls her eyes. "If we must, though I really do not see the need for this...excursion."
Its the captain's boat, so its his rules m'lady. Shall you accompany me? I suspect you will find it exciting.
Ignoring Nadine's remark Odenkrik grins and challenges Stanislav: "Care for a little wager? 5gp to the captain who lands most seals?"
Stanislav laughs and agrees. Done! He scouts the horizon for seal signs and, once his team aboard begins to row.
Nadine shakes her head in disbelief, but follows Stanislav to the small boat. "I do not enjoy being wet, Captain. But if I can help get this over with sooner, I shall."
Vank grins "Think of it as getting your feet on solid ground, we might get a little wet on the way but I'm looking forward to the ground staying where its meant to be."
Once a shore.
"Over this way captain I smell something foul." Vank says pointing over a ridge of rocks.
"Nor I, Lady Nadine, but the meat from these seals may prove quite amenable. And their hides must be valuable, eh, Captain Odenkirk? "
Looking over his shoulder a puzzled expression flashes over Odenkirk's face. "What?" he asks a little impatience can be heard in his voice. The man is clearly eager to get into the smaller boats and begin hunting. He smiles at Robert's question "Aye lad, they fetch a fine price."
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"Let go lads," Odenkirk instructs his boat crew and they set out for the hunt. They move fast and slams the oars through the water, alas this scares more seals away than the speeds provides and when the day is up the captain has no seals to show for his efforts. All ready when his boat approach the shore you can see his foul mood.
Stanislav is more successful and while a more measured approach is taken three seals lie dead in the bottom of the craft when the hunt of the day is over. And while everyone did their best Robert managed to scare the fourth away just before you returned to the shore.
"See? I helped!"
"So now we have more trophies. Tell me, do you eat seal?" Nadine shivers at the thought.
Luck was with me today Captain Odenkrik. I am sure I could not beet you every day and know you are the more experienced hunter. It appears that while you owe me 5 gold, we both win, as I will make a gift of these seals to you and I am sure their skins are worth much more than 5 gold. Stanislav regards the man with a smile.
Vank grins at Stanislav. Cunning man that one, we'll get them back later anyway, would I have thought of that?
"You can eat seal if you want to fat and slow like they were. I won't be eating any, fish are better." Vank says to Nadine
"Oh yes, a nice filet seared over a wood fire. That sounds far better."
"Seal meat sounds good to me. I've had just about ebough fish for now."
At the mention of the wager Odenkirk's displeasure grows but it all vanishes when Stanislav offers him the gift of the seals. "You yourself are a great hunter," he says and presents 5 gold "Your winnings." He continues: "A rematch tomorrow?"
Nadine rolls her eyes and huffs. "If you're going again, I'll stay on the ship."
"Do you need a hand with disciplining your crew, because surely if they have not got the required water today then they have been lazy." Vank offers with a toothy grin.
"As entertaining as this was, I agree with Lady Nadine and Master Vank. Out business north presses us, and another day's delay may prove all too costly."
diplomacy
Sensing the captain will hunt regardless of our words Stanislav pushes to lock in only 1 additional day of delay. These others are not hunters like you and I. he states. They do not understand the beauty of the hunt or the value of the seals we take. I say we finish our hunt tomorrow and propose we double the bet of the most kills to 10 gold.
Odenkirk ignores Nadine's little scene but voices his disagreement to Vank's improper remark: "Keep your hands to yourself, my crew is my business." His dismay is ill soothed by Robert's word and only once Stanislav speaks does he lighten up. "They truly know little, another days hunt would do us good and you are on.
Stanislav was planning to allow the captain to win but does not need to throw the hunt as this day he is bested. He graciously hands over the original 5 gold and 5 more, along with all the seals he manages, if any. Well done my captain. You are truly a master of the hunt.
Vank will assist and won't hold back once started.
Stanislav begins making the ship ready to continue the voyage north.
"Very smoothly handled, Captain. That was a very nice move there with the seals and wagers. Color me impressed."
Stanislav nods, shooting Robert a rare smile. Its slightly disturbing.
While Stanislav and Vank's combined efforts manage to land them a single seal, Odenkirk lands two and he is fairly contempt with himself. "A fine catch," he intones and agrees to leave in the morning. With the sun you set sail and continue your journey north, not a quarter of a day later one of the sailor calls out. Someone is approaching you rather fast in a couple of smaller canoes. Once a little closer they appear to be Yutak a northern primitive tribe.
"Are they likely to aggressive or just looking to trade?" Vank asks the captain as he watches them approach, when they get within 200 feet he'll cast BLESS on everyone.
"Wonderful, another delay. Shall we simply kill them? It might be faster." Nadine crosses her arms in frustration.
"I doubt they are in need of killing. Anyways, they're in canoes. Very flammablen delicate craft. Let's chat ad
and see if not everyone out here wants our blood."
The fighter, weapon at hand, watches these new men close. Let us see what they want. Perhaps they have news of our path ahead.
Once the canoes comes with in calling distance a voice is raised: "Chief White Tusk wishes to trade." And if no violent actions taken the larger of the canoe aligns itself with your railing. "You will trade with us yes, no?" an older man dresses in hides asks.
Nadine rolls her eyes at the party as they opt for seeing what this trader wants. "Very well, Robert. See what they want." She turns toward the canoes to see this Chief.
"We are willing to trade. What do you offer and what do you desire."
Robert keeps his eyes off his knife and club, and tries to keep all the native warriors in eye line at the same time.
"You can offer him the fish person's stuff, maybe he wants the pearls from his holy symbol."
Yes. We will trade. We have fresh seal meat as well as goods from the south. What do you offer? Stanislav looks over their weapons, hoping they might have a nice spear or harpoon.
While the older man does not seem pleased with your willingness to trade he dutifully translate and a younger man properly their leader smiles and replies in their native tongue. With a face even more sour the translation comes: "Chief White Tusk is pleased with you, he offers the ivory of the sea in exchange for spearheads of metal."
"I believe we have some spears available to trade. What do you consider a fair trade?"
Nadine considers the man. "Ivory of the sea? What is this, pearls?"
"And why do you want metal?"
Stanislav introduces their boat's captain to Chief White Tusk through the translator, making a big deal about how great a captain the man is and then, with the captain's leave will invite the trading party aboard. We have a few fine spear heads that we might be persuaded to trade. But as you know the spearheads of the south are wondrous things and we cannot part with many.
"Do you have spearheads that aren't part of our cargo? Because I gave my word to protect our cargo and won't allow you to trade it away."