Reaching up once more to steady himself, Volreg attempts to fire at the remaining crab.
Flinching slightly, after the shot, Volreg shouts, "Sorry about that!"
Sulayman's gladius plunges through the giant crab's shell! SKREEEE!!!
Altin's arrow sinks in at a vulnerable spot between the great crab's legs! HIIIISSSSSS!!!
Volreg's blast of lightning arcs wildly over the heads of his companions and the giant crab!
His attention drawn to the skirmish mid deck by Volreg’s stray electricity blast, Captain Cabral spies the young adventurers hacking a pair of monster crabs apart at the starboard rail...
In Portuguese: Hahaha! Look, everybody! Our passengers are cooking lunch! Hehehe! Hey, Wulfgar, easy with that big sword! Don’t chop up her railing, please!
Seeing the others in danger lord McGibel flies down and lands on the beats carapace and slaps its eye stork. Then with his tiny boots he proceeds to run around its back. As it trying to get it to attack him.
"Come on ya best pick on someond not yoir own size"
The giant crab snaps furiously at the little sprite jumping up and down on its shell... ... SNAP!! SNAP!! But Lord Perpireen darts hither and thither, nimbly evading the crab's pincers!
OOH-OOH-AH-AH!!! ROUND TRES!! EEEEK!!!
GIOVANNA!
VOLREG!
WULFGAR!
ALTIN!
SULAYMAN!
MWIKALI!
GIANT CRABS!
LORD PERPIREEN!
EEEEEEEEK!!! DING! DING!
Altin fully expects the crab to be finished before he can draw, nock, and loose another arrow, but he reaches for it just in case...
THUNK!! The giant crab is pinned to the starboard rail by Altin's well-aimed arrow! It writhes feebly for a moment, clacking its pincers in futile protest...
Bom trabalho, pescadores! We shall eat well today! Hahaha!
The afternoon passes without incident, as one of Cabral's crewmen sets a controlled fire over which to roast or boil the plentiful white crab flesh...
The second day of 1437 sinks into the green swells of the Atlantic Ocean, the sun like a copper coin dipping into the aquamarine horizon...
Altin walks over to the crab, pulling his three arrows out of its flesh, quickly checking if any can be salvaged. He gives Wulfgar a wink. "Don't you dare tell anyone that I never shoot that well!" he whispers.
Altin walks over to the crab, pulling his three arrows out of its flesh, quickly checking if any can be salvaged. He gives Wulfgar a wink. "Don't you dare tell anyone that I never shoot that well!" he whispers.
Lord McGibel jumps off the crab once it's dead and sits with the others.
"Well I have never seen crab that big before. I am happy to see your all good in a fight."
When eve comes he makes for a space on the second deck that is level. Pulling off his cloak he opens once more the realm to his Small fey home.
"So what tails do you know of the things in the world."
Going to bed with a full belly.
In the morning he is up early and high overhead in the crows nest. Looking out as the sun comes up. H
A red dawn rises in the east on the 3rd day of January, in the Year of Our Lord, 1437...
The crew and passengers of the Sereia are well fed on crab and cod, and spirits are high as the day progresses...
The sea is calm on the third of January, and steady winds fill the sail, speeding the Sereia on her way to Africa...
As far as the eye can see, there is naught but endless green waves under a blue sky...
Lord McGibel, talks to everyone about to everything, he wants to know about eveyones life and deeds.
[ooc]Before the feast Mwikali heals Vonna[/oob]
"My the Spirits of Africa, knit your wounds for you have much yet to do for them"Mwikali whispers moving her hands intricately before she places them on her companion before she finishes and turns to the others standing in just her cloak.
"Remind me to memorize some battle magic for when we get to Port. Until then I must converse with the Spirits and teach Kiku some of the spells I bought." She says looking at the others
As they are sitting that night Lord McGibel brings from his tinny house a last all tall bottle as himself.
"Now who would like to try something new. I got this from a Monk a met in the city. He says its new, not fortified wine but something called Desilled wine. He told me all about how it was made, once I paid. hold up your mugs and I will give you all a sip or two. Be careful it's very powerful"
He offers up the bottle of early brandy for all to try.
"When I get back to Irland, I am going to tell my King all about it and how it's made. I think he will like it"
Night falls on the third of January, and the Sereia sails on through the night, under the skilled hands of Captain Cabral and his crew...
Dawn breaks on the fourth of January...
Sulayman grabs one of the crab legs and cracks the shell with the blunt handle of his gladius. He then picks out the meat with a small knife at his belt. Asked about tales, Sulayman says, "I can't say I have too many tales, but I have one that might catch some interest. I spent some time in Rome, as a pit fighter. Well, one night I was assigned to fight someone named Ulvar the Crusher. Now I'd heard names like this plenty before, so I figured it couln't be too bad. I was dead wrong. This...thing was nine feet tall, at least. Seemed like some half-giant monstrosity. It had a club at least as long as I was. The fight was tough, almost got smashed a few times. I managed to get around the back and get him in the leg. It was downhill from there for him." That evening, when offered, he tries the wine and smiles widely. He says to Lord Perpireen, "Given your taste in alcohol, I'd say we'll make fast friends little man." As night falls, Sulayman finds a spare hammock and strings it up abovedecks, wanting to sleep under the stars. He spends that next day playing cards with whoever wants to.
Lord Perpireen: Altin gladly takes a swing of the fiery brandy, and gasps a little. "Well, that warms the soul!" he exclaims. "By the way, I think your tactic of drawing our enemies attention is a good one. Just be careful though, if a creature manages a lucky blow you could be in trouble."
Thank you for your healing, Mwikali...that beast's claws hurt. I must remember to not do that again...Vanna says as she laughs off her wound.
Stumbling out from his quarters, hair messy from sleep, bags under his eyes, the shirtless Volreg stretches while feeling the cool breeze on his skin. Heading to a nearby barrel and grabbing the giant ladle, takes a few drinks before pouring some of the water over his head and clicking back his hair. Squinting in the morning sun, he looks at the flat sea waters and breathes deep before heading towards the central mast to watch and lead from the sailors, trying to keep from thinking as to the "magic" Mwikali had used. 'That wasn't natural, but seemed quite beneficial. Maybe I can ask her if I have the ability to learn whatever she did.
Is in the crews nest keeping a look out
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At around four hours past noon, as the sun is slowly sinking westward, a winged shadow crosses the deck... Circling some hundred feet above the Sereia is an albatross...
It spies a suitable target--Lord Perpireen, in the crow's nest--and excretes a payload over the little sprite!
Lord Perpireen is splattered by a glob of white-and-green albatross droppings!
In Portuguese: HEEHEEEE!!! BULL'S EYE!!! I AM THE BEST BOMBARDIER!!
"Well its made by heating wine and then cooling the vapor that comes from it. How you do this, well that's why it cost me gold to find out"
Lord McGibel is having a nice nap, sleeping off the drink when
he's up in a moment but blinded. But not for long a predestination later and the poop is popped off. Looking around to see who the culprit was his spots the Albatross some hundred feet above the Sereia.
"O really, you think that's funny da ya! Well me wee birdy chum, There are thouse the poop and those that scoop. And you me-lado are going to get scooped!"
He jumps off the crows nest and down to the deck, where he finds a small cannonball. Standing next to it he calls out to the albatross...
"HOW ABOUT YOU TRY THAT AGAIN YA OVERGROWN CHINKIN!! OR IS THAT ALL YA HAVE IN YA!!"
And readies and action.
What is the talking Birl?
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Altin watches the sprite and the albatross's spat with bemusement, his mouth agape...
The albatross wheels around in the sky for another round...
It soars overhead with a determined look of concentration on its face, tongue lolling out to one side...
...to no avail!
AW, RATS! LET ME GO EAT SOME MORE SARDINES, AND I SHALL RETURN, LITTLE FLYING-MAN!
The albatross flaps away to the west, and dives after a school of sardines...
Watching the small Lord and the large bird's antics, Volreg begins to laugh at the sight. "Show him who is the better, Lord McGibel!" Rushing to the cabin that Mwikali is using, the man knocks before talking loudly. "There seems to be a spat between McGabel and some sort of large bird that is humorous to watch. It may provide a bit of entertainment on this voyage."
Thinks about going over to the dumb bird and repaying in kind, but only for a moment.
he smiles at Volreg.
"I repay in kind, but I'm a Lord of the Fey, however..."
He looks around until he finds a swill bucket. Then flying over and much to the surprise of the crew grabs the rope handful and takes off with it under him. Flying to where the albatross ingrossed in eating he heffs the bucket up and spills the swill in its direction from above.
That night's ablution from a number of the crew spill down on the awakened Albatros as it feeds.
"Now how do you like it, ya fathered Hooligan!!"
After the crabs Mwikali goes back to her room to finish teaching 5 spells to Kiku.
"That is humorous. I am almost done I shall dress and come to the deck and stretch" She says finishing up her spell training with Kiku, throwing on her Green DressWith Kiku resting on her shoulder as she rapes over a simple cloak and smiles.
"Lead the way Volreg"
"Quick, I don't know how long it'll keep going." Escorting the woman to the deck, he points to the two flying creatures while laughing. "He's grabbed a bucket now!"
"My word! I am glad I came up top!" She said chuckling as she watched and Kiku too tittered as it watched the other two fly by.
" Thank you for escorting me Volreg. I must say the dressmakers of Europe must like women to trip over these excessively long skirts. May need to hem these." She said pulling up the dress to show her bare feet.
Startled by the sudden shower of spit bucket contents, the albatross shakes violently, squawking loudly!
HEEEYYY, MAAANNN!! C’mon! AHH!! Is that...is that rum, or piss!?... Was it rum?...*SNIFF!*... That’s f@$&ing piss!
"I do agree that a shorter dress would suit you better. The color looks nice on you as well." Hearing the albatross cursing, Volreg chuckles while raising an arm in a wave. "I don't know what you did McGibel, but it sounds like it worked" Turning towards the stairs to down below, Volreg cracks his neck "That was fun, but I think I might want a shirt in case another incident happens."
The evening passes uneventfully, and night falls on the fourth of January...
Daybreak of the fifth......brings calm seas and favorable winds...
The sun slowly falls westward, dipping at last like a glowing red eye peering over a veil of aquamarine...
The night sky is like a vast spiderweb hung with fairy jewels twinkling and glittering... The constellations seem to dance with the swaying of the Sereia over the waves...
At around three o'clock in the morning, strange, hypnotic lights can be seen flickering in the green depths of the ocean...
"HAHAHAHA!! Now that will teach you to pick on sleeping fey ya foul-mouthed fowl!!"
And with that, he spins around in the air and moves like a bullet back to the ship, landing next to the others.
"It's never a good idea to upset one of the wee folk."
As the day passes he sits under cover not wanting to get pooped on again. When night comes he is still awake into the Small hours. He seems to be writing in a tiny journal.
When the lights come he zips around the ship waking the others and crew.
Well, that was comical...we must see that more often. This trip will seem much shorter if so....Vanna muses as she watches the display of comic relief. She goes about her duty sipping a mug of crab bisque thrown together by the galley master.
Vanna sees the commotion caused by the lights.
She grabs her bow and holds ut reafy to use.
I am no sea expert...but that might be a bad sign...
Altin looks up blearily from where he's playing dice with a couple of sailors and joins Vanna at the rail. "I can't imagine that being anything but trouble," he mutters, hands on his bow. He turns to the sailors. "Martinho, Camilo, have you ever seen anything like this?" Altin turns back to the eerie lights. " I wonder if an arrow can hurt them..."