GM Jeho |
"Well then...2 pounds gold, each is usually what we charge for passengers, 4 if they do no work. The captain should be back here this evening for the final say. We have a man who watches the plank, just tell him I sent you to see the captain when you return."
He'll nod, then return to what he was doing.
GM Jeho |
When you go to see the captain, you will see a man at the top of the gangplank, trimming his nails with a knife. When you approach, he will challenge your presence, when you tell him the first mates name and why you're there, he will nod and wave you onboard.
This vessel, to give you an idea, is a three masted, 120 gun boat. It is 65 meters in length, 16 meters wide.
He leads you accross the massive deck to the rear of the boat, then down under and nto the captains quarters. He knocks, and a voice from inside acknowledges him, and he opens the door. Inside is the fisr mate, and the captain. Smaller than his first mate by about 6 inches, he is no less an impressive sight. "Ahh, we've been expectin you sir. I am Captain Johss Gurvant. I understand you wish to book passage on the Celestra?"
GM Jeho |
"Well, the voyage will take 5 to 6 months, weather permitting. This includes two stops, one in Glharond (eleven nation, you would know this) and one in Thressian (you have no clue). We have business to do there, and the stops can take up to 3 or 4 days per. If you pay the standard rate you will be expected to work daily as part of the crew. You will be assigned a shift, and you will be shown the ropes, so to speak, then you will be expected to pull your weight. If you pay the other rate, you will be expected to stay out of everyone else's way. Either rate, I'll expect you to be respectful at all times, or you could pay top dollar for a swim. Are these terms acceptable?"
Bergar Hammerhand |
I'll nod, "Good day then." and depart, heading back to the inn to tell Cabados that things are arranged. Then I'm going to do some shopping, I want to get a good strongbox with a quality lock for the rest of my money, and I want to get some dried fruits and things so I have snacks, as well as some reading material, especially anything I can find on the place I'm going to. Plus if Cabados has any needs I'll take care of those if they're reasonable.
GM Jeho |
Okie dokie...
THe day of departure will arrive, and you are let on board. You are each shown to cabins in the aft section of the ship. They are about 10 x 10 rooms, with bins in stead of shelves and a hammock rolled up on the wall. There is a small writing desk that folds down from the wall, with a folding chair attached to the wall beside it. It smells of well tended oak and sea salt, but you get accustomed to it quickly.
After you're settled in, you will hear a knock, then Cabados opens the door a crack, "You presentable?"
GM Jeho |
"They put me next door to you. This ship is huge! I hope we get a tour..." He has clearly never been on a ship before and is excited, and bables on for a minute or so about it's coolness when another knock comes. Assuming you answer, a deckhand is standing there. "Captain would like you to join him for meals. Breakfast is in an hour." He bows and leaves.
Bergar Hammerhand |
I'll nod and patiently listen to him babble, I'm not as impressed as he is but the size of the ship isn't lost on me.
"As a word of caution, we don't know the captain or crew anymore than they know us, be on your guard as much as reasonably possible."
I'll spend time with cabados until breakfast and then join the captain, I assume that Cabados is coming also.
GM Jeho |
He will, in human form. He doesn't know how they'd react to him, being from outside Voldrune.
The mood on the boat is one of serious business, everyone is focused on their tasks.
Breakfast with the captain is pleseant, but short. He will eat quickly and excuse himself, apologizing for his lack of hospitality, but he has charts to consult, and he will see them at mid day meal.
The fare is eggs and bacon.
Nothing much happens and lunch rolls around.
Again the captain eats quickly, and departs again, apologizing.
You have cucumbers and bread for lunch.
As dinner gets closer, the crew is a bit more relaxed and the shifts start. Dinner with the captain is spicy fish and potatoes.
"So, what takes you both to Ghaeleas?"
Bergar Hammerhand |
"My children were stolen from me and sold into slavery, I am following them to get them back."
If he shows interest and wants details I'll tell him about the attack and that I followed the trail to Voldrune and it lead me to Ghaelaes. I won't tell him about Zon of course, and I'll say nothing more of Cabados' story other than that he's a true friend who's helping me.
Bergar Hammerhand |
It does put my mind at ease to hear him say that, and I'll also second Cabados' response.
Generally I stay off the deck, I'll likely watch for the time of day when I'll be the least in the way and come on deck to stretch and do some isometric exercises to keep in shape but other than that I'm studying my books looking for any piece of knowledge that might give me an advantage in Ghealeas.
Bergar Hammerhand |
No problem fully understandable. Since it's months of rinse/wash/repeat I figure I'll tell you my daily routine, which is what I did. Cabados is very welcome to join me, his company is appreciated.
If anyone offers to do any training to show me techniques for fighting aboard ship I'll take them gladly, but I won't go looking for it because I'm trying to minimize my interference.
I'll also continue to have meals with the captain as long as he welcomes my presence.
GM Jeho |
The first leg of the trip will be pretty uneventful. You'll see an island appear on the horizon, and as you get closer, two elegant looking clippers will pull alongside the ship, boarding her.
The captain will bring everyone on deck, saying to you "Don't worry this is common."
You'll see 2 figures dimension door from the boat onto the Celestra. They are around 6'2, very lithe. They are wearing full cloaks, hood down, and wearing some kind of plate helmet with a flowing green plume. You see glowing eyes in the helm, and the unmistakable sweeping points of elven ears. The way their cloaks lay, it looks as if they hover rather than walk. One will go look over the people gathered, and one will go converse with the captain.
The one looking over the folks on deck will stop and study each person in line. When "it' gets to you, their eyes narrow, and you hear a feminine chuckle. She then turns to look upon Cabados, and shows no alarm, but says quietly to him in Elven "What manner of creature are you, and are you an enemy of the Elven people?"
He replies...reluctantly it seems "I am a sentient being created by the god of magic, Gyler Silverleaf, and I am not an enemy of the Elven people." At the mention of Gyler, she looks him over again, then gives him an appeciative nod. She "floats" back and give a nod to the other one there, and ports back to the boat. The other one says "Thank you Captain. You may put in at Ghlrond Bay, for the alloted two day period. You may come ashore and be welcome. If you have any questions seek out one of us. Any disrespect towards the denizens here will not be tolerated." A hand appears from the folds of the cloak and he gives a salute to the captain, then he ports off as well.
When they're gone, the captain visibly relaxes. "That never gets easy..."
They look like THIS
GM Jeho |
Cabados will take the shore leave, happy to be on dry land.
He'll come back and regale you with tales of Elven culture, architecture, etc.
The deckhands will be busy offloading and loading most of that time, save the last night they are there. They go out to enjoy the town, and one of them comes back wrapped in a leaf, brought up on deck by one of the wardens. He converses with the captain briefly, and departs. The next morning the crew is somber as they leave with the moring tide.
GM Jeho |
Probably a good idea, you'll hear stories about the dead sailor, that all he did was call a barmaid a "pointy-eared tart" and a warden appeared to take him out of there, when the sailor refused, he was be-headed. Cabadois didn't see it, but he has the look of a man who is thinking 'that could have been me'.