The Skysail Treasure Co.

Sephara was fixing her hair, pushing it away from eyes and behind her ears, when he arrived at the bridge. She took one look and disbelief spread across her face.

"Gabe... have you been crying?"

"No. Me... crying... why would I... no..." He had been.

A tornado of lightning and debris and erupted aboard his baby. Horror swept through his body as he watched from the bow as a nice big hole was blasted in the middle of the Dawn. Thankfully it was a body blow, nothing fatal. Kaltor had had to grab his arm and pull him away from the dead Shaman as he'd kept stabbing him over and over, "Why would you do this?!? You're monsters!" he cried through sobs, "Bloody agents of destruction!"

"Gabe, we're fine. I think," she shot slumped over pilot and exhausted mage a look of confirmation, and they both nodded thankfully.

All things considered, the landing could have been worse. "You two," he pointed towards Cyradis and Archamae, "You two... are lovely creatures." Before they could even object, Gabe planted a kiss on each of their cheeks, then regrouped at the back railing.

"So... where are we," he heard his first mate ask and she joined him on the rail look over the beach and towards the interior of the island they'd landed on. The beach reminded him of fireplace filled with ash and charred wood. Beyond was a thick jungle in every direction. And rising above everything was a volcano, towering like a giant sentry to keep an eye on everything around it.

"That's a damn good question Seph. But first things first," he turned back to face his ship. The tide was trying to swallow it, as if it knew the Dawn was dying and had no fight left. His girl was down but not out. Bodies of friend and foe still covered the deck. Pieces of the ship had been flung everywhere, like the limbs of a person. Between the giant hole, missing armaments, cut lines, and smoking turbines... there was a lot of work to be done. "We need to push the ship farther up the beach, make sure the tide doesn't try anything funny."

"Next," he looked over the faces of the dead. Men he'd served with for some time, others new, but all had fallen under his command, and for that he owed them a debt, "I want a count of the dead and wounded," he turned to Sephara, "And I want their names and anything we know about them." She could see a glint in his eyes, she felt the same. Gabe always took care of any loved ones left behind, she'd admired him for that.

He cast his head into the sky and saw the sun had started its descent, "And I want it done before sundown. At dusk, we say farewell to our friends," he took a moment to compose himself, "Everyone gets a rest tonight. They've earned it. Tomorrow, we'll figure out the rest. See to it."

"Aye Gabe." She placed her hand gently on his shoulder and let it slip off as light as a yard of silk.

"You," he said to Archamae, "Help me get those bastards off my ship." Whatever else, the sharks wouldn't be hungry tonight.

OOC: Feel free to skip the night posts unless you really want to. In the morning, Gabe dole's out the assignments and sends to groups to explore the island. Cyra, Arch, and Kaltor head north up the coast and find a pirate/smugglers hideout, and Arlen, Aram, and Seph head inland and find a native tribe. Xavier, Gabe, Meg (the employer whom I need to post for), and Jade stay aboard. We'll be questioning Wintrow (Zed check your inbox) and as for Kaias, you'll have to intro him Quin. Oh, also, no need for the navigator. Your guy will just be a marine/sailor (thanks for the changes, post when ready)

Ic:Feeling the last Orc shaman fall and the bloodlust ebbing away he knew the Orcs were dead as shamans were always the last to fall in battle or they ran away abandoning their charges. he started to feel very weary and wasted as always happened to orcs after bloodlust. he fell asleep. Oblivious to the ship falling. He slept deeply and didnot even feel the ships impact with the sand.

OOC: just a little post untill he is Questioned

JADE

Jade watched Sephara's back as she left. All she could do know was to hope that they would not be too angry at her for holding Jasper a secret to them. She had learned that some people just didn't accept ghosts and that was why many places had been only temporary homes. How could she blame them though? Having an invisible man around was perhaps not something you could easily accept.

<What will be will be, sis. Nothing you can do about it now> Jasper said with a shrug. Ever since he had passed some of his needs seemed to have been subdued or removed. He seldom worried about anything, except for when her safety was in jeopardy. His voice though, had a calming effect on her, combined with the professional string inside of her as more men were carried down to her. Some worse then others. There was a time for worrying about yourself, and there was a time for not doing so.

Soon all worries about her and Jasper were gone, replaced with worries about the patients in front of her. She worked quickly, yelling out orders at Jasper who for once kept silence and sharp. Perhaps he too understood the seriousness in it all. She estimated that with luck all of them would live, burns and gashes that would heal. In time. That was until the deck-hand from earlier, the young boy with a wounded leg, came back. This time he couldn't walk but was carried by two. He had a large gash on his back and was screaming in panic and pain. She quickly cut away his shirt and told Jasper to bring her something to press against the wound to stop the bleeding. She worked relentlessly but regardless of what she did the wound was too big and he had already lost too much blood. Refusing to give up however she kept yelling orders at Jasper. At first he listened and obeyed, but after a while, when only the two were left in the sick-bay, he stopped. She could feel a light hand being placed on her shoulder, tears filling her eyes which she quickly dried away with her arm.

"Stop it. Get me that vial over there! The blue, not the green!" She yelled out, while her hands were still working. His hand, however, stayed on her shoulder.

"Enough sis." Jasper said, outloud this time for everyone nearby to hear. If anyone had looked now they would see a transparent version of Jasper standing behind his sister. To her he was still the same, solid as ever.

"Enough. You have done what you can. Let the poor boy go now," Jasper continued.

"It's okay," he continued, and she could feel him move as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She allowed her hands to drop. "You are going to be fine. Just follow the light and you'll be alright."

Turning her head back looking at Jasper she realised that he wasn't talking to her anymore. Looking down at the boy in front of her, his eyes were dead, staring out into nothing. The hair began to rise on her arms as she felt something move next to her. It wasn't like Jasper. It was something different, something cold, but she could feel it nontheless. Something cold swept beside her brushing her skin gently and then everything seemed to become normal again. The yelling from upside came back and so did the warmth around them.

“Prepare for an emergency landing! We’re going down!”


JASPER

Jasper reacted quickly, wasting no time to feel or think anything about the boy. It was the first time that he had sent someone off to the other side like this. It was not very often Jade had lost her patients, and now, a few years after his death he was more in tune with his new state. No time to ponder on this now though, as Jade's safety was the only thing that mattered.

"Hold on!" he said as he pulled her even closer in his embrace while he moved them to the door opening, grabbing the wall from both sides as his body turned fully solid.


OOC: Just explaining some, I'm thinking that to Jade Jasper is always "solid" and when he touches her she can always feel it no matter in what state his body is in. To others he have 3 stages, or so... something like this.
- invisible and unhearable by anyone but Jade. <only Jade can hear this>.
- semi visible, transparent and audible to others. if he wants to make himself seen and heard, but without needing too much energy.
- solid, just as anyone else, except he can't really die :) Takes a lot of energy of himself and of Jade.
overall can move smaller objects, like telekinesis.

Geco - if you have any objections let me know.

When the airship had tilted forward into a sort of nosedive, Aram had been thrown towards the railing, the only thing that had seperated the cook from a freefall into the waters below. Wrapping his arms around the railing and bracing his feet against the mirror mounts, Aram readied himself for impact.

The jolt of the ship against the sand slammed Aram against the railing, snaping a few posts and leaving the cook half hanging over the ships edge above the water. With what little strength he had left in him, Aram pulled himself back onto the deck and laid there unmoving. Breathing hard, Aram check himself over and was a little surprised at the lack of blood. A few scrapes, a lot of bruises, but otherwise things could have gone a lot worse.

Pulling himself into a sitting position, Aram gazed around the deck at the damage done to the Requiem and gave a mental shudder. Gabe was not going to be happy. The damage was extensive, though hopefully not beyond repair.

Finally managing to rise to his feet, if unsteady at first, Aram made his way to the back of the ship to where Gabe and Seph were leaning against the rail looking out at the surrounding area. He heard Gabe mention a count of the dead and quickly volunteered his help in that respect. Turning to leave, Aram stopped long enough to attempt to console Gabe a little. "Don't worry Gabe. We'll get her back in shape. I promise..." Heading back to where the bodies were, Aram wondered what he had just committed himself too...

It was a hard landing, he was pretty sure, but there would be survivors. Pieces of debris were still raining into the jungle, but he was oblivious to all but the largest, that had lodged itself firmly in the ground beneath what was once his only means of escape from this island, a large raft that was now nothing but a smoldering pile of wood and vines. Kaias could only stare in disbelief, his jaw hanging open as flames began to lick at the single log that was still in-tact after the impact. Another piece landing next to his foot brought him out of his daze, and his eyes gazed through the treeline in the direction of the crash.

Muttering under his breath, he began to make his way through the foliage, his mood softening somewhat as he spots more debris and even body parts strewn throughout the jungle. "Maybe it was worse than it sounded," he says quietly, finally coming upon the wreckage. The survivors were rushing about, fighting against flames and the tide as they attempted to save what they could of the ship in the dwindling sunlight. "So they're probably not going to give me a ride either," he mutters, retreating back into the forest. He'd give them a proper greeting in the morning, after he made sure his camp wasn't in the same shape as his raft.

ooc: wow this thread jumped at speed, took one day off from reading it and it jumped two pages.

IC:
Bleddyn had fired an arrow or two, he had no idea if he had hit anything in the heat of the battle, and when some orcs got on deck he had drawn his rapier, he had been sure he had killed one.

The feeling of his blade peircing flesh, albeit to save his life had not left him. Bleddyn had also been shaken by the landing, but surprisingly in the comotion he had nothing to show but scratches. The morning after the 'landing' he had woken after a fitfull nights sleep, watching himself stabbing the Orc over and over again.

Leaving his cabin, he noted everyone seemed to have a a job to be doing. Bleddyn watched the people organising themselves, being ignored by all. Bleddyn assumed he would need to prove himself, he also wondered when the captain, or the fierce-looking first mate would come and have a conversation about his actions as a stow away.

Bent over a table of sketches and reports Meg continued to study the various papers with the help of an enchanted crystal. She heard the thumps, the shouts and screams, but none of it mattered to her. What did matter was the inability of whoever was handling the controls to keep the sky-blasted ship straight. Annoyed, she simply extended one foot and used it as a brace against the cabin wall. A sudden lurch upwards made her table slide towards her, causing her copies to go every which way.

"I thought the whole point of airships was that it was less turbulent. If I wanted to experience waves, I would have strapped myself to a skiff," she spat as she threw the table back against the wall.

Just as she had put everything back in its proper place there was what sounded like a tiny explosion. Her stomach lifted into her chest, and her papers flew off the table once more as she got the distinct sensation they were, with no great restraint, going down now.

"Maybe try hiring a competent crew next time Gabe," she managed to laugh at the inconvenience. Snaking her vision across the mess of folded and crumpled papers she thought maybe the world was giving her a sign it wanted her to fail. That wasn't entirely correct. Someone had figured her travel arrangements, and someone who tried to stop her, perhaps succeeded.

As the ship continued its fall she waited for the big boom... it was the easiest way to tell if she'd still be employed tomorrow.

......

She felt warm. Warmer than she'd been the past couple of nights. Squinting to saw the source of the heat was none other than the sun itself which was slowly covering her bed. A new decoration leftover from the Orc attack.

Out in the hallway Sephara was standing in front of a door with a stern look on her face. Meg couldn't believe the beautiful woman had never had a lover, plenty must of tried, but boy was she missing out. Gabe's firstmate was guarding the cabin where they'd put the Orc. Some people's sense of justice had that distinct fatal taste after all.

It was early, but it looked like she was one of the last to wake. Most had gone to bed early last night, weary from battle, death, and burying their friends. There was a lot to do today.

She tracked down Gabe easy enough and waited until he'd finished assigning duties. There'd seemed to be a couple different teams getting together to explore the island. It was a good idea considering they didn't know how long they'd be here for. I'm the upside she was sure she'd get to taste some exotic fruits she'd never had before.

"Captain," she addressed him.

"Huh, oh, morning Meg," he sounded defeated, wounded at the very least.

"Tough day yesterday huh?"

"Well it sure as hell wasn't easy," the Captain didn't seem to have his humour-shield up today. He caught her gaze with one eye, "My apologies for not checking on you, but there was a bunch of Orc raiders that needed to be dealt with. I thought you'd be safest in your bunk."

"You thought correctly," she smiled sympathetically - the man had taken enough of a beating. "So, plans for today?"

"Lots to do. It would seem we've crashed on the eastern half of the island," he pointed in two separate directions, "Some of the crew thought they saw buildings up the coast. I'm sending Cyradis, Archamae, and Kaltor to check it out. Aram, Arlen, and Sephara will go inland. Look for food, wood, and a fresh water source. The rest of us will start repairs."

"And the Orc who came aboard yesterday during the fight?" she questioned innocently.

Gabe eyed her suspiciously for a moment, but must have decided against mustering any kind of resistance, and instead simply asked, "What's your interest?"

"Call it professional curiosity," she grinned, but her answer didn't seem to be enough, "I'd like to find if they were attacking us specifically, or a ship they saw. There's a lot at stake after all."

After a moment the brown-haired Captain grunted in concurrence. Today, the wrinkles on his face somehow seemed that much more prominent. "Well, I'll let you know when we-"

"Now," she cut him off. When it came to information, she'd never been a patient woman. It seemed to take Gabe awhile to respond. She waited for an angry rebuttal. A rebuking for 'challenging the Captain', or even for him to strike her. That last option was a long shot given what she knew about the man, but you didn't always know exactly how someone would react when pushed.

"I don't really feel like waiting either," he chuckled, and a smile crossed his face for the first time that morning.

"Wonderful," she replied, "I'll wait for you outside the cabin." She crossed to the starboard stairs, he boots making loud audible taps that echoed off into the jungle. "Oh," she said sticking her arm out without turning, "And he wasn't on the ship originally when I came aboard."

Three. Two. One.

"Oh come on!" she heard him cry and unleash a strain of profanity that would have re-virginized a whore. "Someone grab him and bring him down now! Jade! Prisoner's cabin now!" Apparently she wasn't the only one with little patience.

Together with Jade and the stowaway they burst into the makeshift jail. The Orc still lied tied up and seemed to have already woken up. Gabe pushed the strange man down on the bed beside the Orc.

"You," he said pointing at their pointy-eared guest, "Start talking."

OOC: SoHee, Gabe just wants Jade in case he needs to drug the prisoners with a truth serum. Jade wouldn't have it, but it's a tactic he's willing to try if necessary. Placebo effect ^_^ We'll see how Zed and Quin rp it.

Zed and Quin --> you guys are posting in the present tense. Please make sure all posts are in the past tense.

Mike, was wondering if you were still going to join us. A good pace means a good thread usually, so I'll take it as a compliment ^_^

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Jade was exhausted by the time she crawled into bed. After the, more than a little, rough landing she had felt drowsiness fall over her like a heavy brick of stone. The day's event was not the only reason. She knew by looking at Jasper and the way he interacted with his surrounding that he had changed into his physical form. She had objected loudly at this, seeing that her work had only just begun. Energy had been pulled out from her, and yet she needed to see to the wounded on top. The wounded and the dead. He had argued some with her saying he had only done it for her. Yet again she felt that she couldn't stay angry with him. He, her brother, had always been looking out for her when she needed and never had she been required to ask. He was sitting, or soaring, just above the edge of her bed by the time her eyes closed.

The next day when Jade woke up it was with a slight headache. After quickly getting dressed in a simple dark-blue dress, reaching the top of her knees, she pulled on a pair of light brown leather boots.

"I'm just gonna head down to the kitchen first and see if I can get ahold of some lemon or apples," she told Jasper who was lying stretched out on the bed. He quickly sat up, looking at her.

<Got a headache?> he asked as she busied herself with braiding her hair.

"It's not that bad, but yeah," she replied.

After a quick detour to the kitchen, finding both apples and salt, she went up on deck, followed by Jasper. Everyone already seemed busy and about, and feeling a little bit in the way she went off to one side eating the apple, of which she had already removed the upper rind and sprinkled some salt on. With any luck her headache would subside after a while. Jasper was hovering nearby, while watching the destruction of the ship from yesterday.

She was not able to stay idle for long though.

"Jade!" It was the captain that told her to follow down to the orc's cabin.

"Coming!" she replied and made a quick detour by the infirmary to pick up her black bag. Her medical kit where the ground essential could be found. She caught up with them just as Gabe threw the other newcomer on the bed, not sure what to really expect. Jasper, having followed them down directly, was hovering not far from Gabe, grinning broadly.

Cyradis was barely concious when she hit her mattress. Commanding billions of particles of glass-sand was dreadfully taxing. She was glad she did it, though, as the Dawn would have likly ended up a quarter mile inland had she not, and they'd be searching the jungle or forest or whatever was out there for enough scraps to make the Dawn seaworthy, forget airbourne. So it was that the young Kellan was asleep long before most, and she woke the following morning feeling a bit guilty about that.

Dismissing the utter wreck her cabin was in with a dejected sigh, she changed into a clean woolen robe and made for the deck about a half hour after the sun broke the horizon. Some of the crew was up already, gathering broken bits of the ship from the bay and beach. The tide was pushing what fell off after the crash towards the island, and some of it may even be useful yet. The scavengers had set up a temporary walkway to the beach on the starboard side and Cyradis used it to reach the sand below. Once on the ground, she crossed to the port side where the tunderbird had blasted the ship. The charred hole from its attack was not as bad as she expected. Apparantly the damage was more mechanical. The blackened portside turbine was evidence of that.

Looking towards the treeline, Cyradis spotted the volcano, lording over the skyline. This entire island was the result of that thing errupting, over and over across the century until finally breaking the surface. For thier sake, she hoped it was feeling pleasant. Judging from the amount of obsidian in the sand, and the distinct, sparsely vegitated trail leading away from the coastline, they were directly in the path of a lava floe. She could imagine a stream of lava flowing off the vlocano's face and turning the entire bay into a one big steam cloud. At least she'd have plenty of obsidian.

Back on deck, most of the crew was now up and about. Cyradis wondered if Aram would be cooking anything, but a trip to the galley reaveled only various fruits and cheeses and some bread - the first things that would go bad if thier visit to this island became extended. Cyradis helped herself to a cut of bread and noticed she wasn't alone in the room.. Archamae was off to one side silently eating some strange food Cyradis had never seen before. She sat next to the pilot after filling a stoneware cup with water.

"Nice flying yesterday. I didn't know the Dawn could turn that quickly." Cyradis took a couple bites and a drink from her cup, "Any idea what the plan is for today? I haven't seen Gabe around.."

OOC: Geco - check your email with details on the ship. Let me know if you get confused in the various pictures. It is actually QUITE spacious. two below-deck levels, split keel design for landing, needing only two landing arms. Really though, they're just to make sure it doesn't rock back and forth on land. Cabins actually take up two levels and two rows, one per keel. There is a bulk hold for cargo, and a level below that for other goods. It is accessible by the kitchen, and also through the bulk cargo level by ladder (when the large hatch isn't blocked a ratchet mechanism can open it for the cranes on docks to lower supplies like water and stuff). As far as I can tell, it's sea-worthy. the turbines are actually detachable, if required. For maintenance or whatever.

The lowest level in the aft is two engines, one for each set of turbines (front and back). Gabe is just below the bridge, and Sephara just under Gabe. Sephara is on level with top deck while Gabe is one level up. The bridge also has navigation tables. Bridge is glass enclosed for 360º.

Turbines in front for steerage. Three sails. One spanning between the V mast, two on other side of the ship. What I DID neglect to put in there are the bowcasters. No worries, they can be added.

If anyone wants to see it, let me know. I'm not going to post imageshack links unless Geco wants to use it.

Sorry Arch, I'm just not sold on the balloon. :\ Never really liked it, even in FinalFantasy. Just throwing another option out there. (Soo much surface area, inability to see up for a proper bearing with a sextant - very crucial - and also also with all that surface area, crosswinds and such could batter the ship and twist the lines in a bad storm to the point of utter wreck)



IC:

The strange floating feeling of a ship going down as fast as a rock with a paper sail fairly intoxicated Arlen while he lie under his bunk. After hitting his head in the crash, and promptly experiencing blackness for a period of time, he drug himself out of the small cave of his bunk and groggily made his way top deck. In short order, Arlen saw the bitter harvest of violence. He was never a fan of it, but from time to time saw that it was the only resort. Though a temporary solution, good rarely sprang from it, if ever.

Arlen had heard talk of a settlement inland and of a sheltered bay with a port of some kind by a few rattled shipmen. Arlen, with little reservation immediately went to speak with Gabriel on the matter and it took little convincing to let Arlen grab a fellow deck hand for a jaunt into the wild. An hour later, though they found no water, he had brought a few samples of fruit he'd encountered before and knew to be safe to eat. They would be hydrating enough if not over-eaten. Arlen had, though, seen some recent sign of life. There were no large animals on the island, mostly birds, so it had been human. As such though, that meant fruit and fish were the diet prescribed by nature.

Having reported these things to Gabe just as the sun had set and the moon gleamed a bright white, he called it a day and went off the clock.

The next morning brought its aches. A short battle, a long couple of sore days following. Thankfully not so bad this time. The rush of a fight and a crash do some pretty interesting things to a body. The ship was a little worse for wear than he was though. It would take at least a week to make her seaworthy enough to slowly tug to the bay. Probably another week of round-the-clock work to get her flyable. Thats if the parts were readily available.

Trodding into the galley after a short discussion with Gabriel, and getting his Captain's orders to go inland to the settlement, Arlen decided to get a bite to tide him over before entering the dense flora. Additionally, he'd ask the engineer about things he needed. Perhaps they could find rubber plants or other things out there he just had to keep an eye open. At the least, he'd look for resin-thick plants to clot the hemorrhage of the sea-water into the ship wherever there was a leak. Pine trees could make pitch and tar and they seemed to be most places. Additionally, hardwoods would be a prime.

"Wise man, that Gabriel Solomon, deciding to get on friendly terms with the natives of the place," Arlen said to the two ladies in the mess, eating some Julantula, a red spiky fruit. "Careful with that, by the way. It can be a harsh laxative if you eat too much, heh. Otherwise, it's quite tasty!" Grabbing an orange-like fruit with a very thin skin, he produced a small knife from a drawer and started slicing it up. It wanted to be eaten and tossed away. Must have been a fruit someone brought with them, and eaten by humans on the island. No animals were large enough, probably, to otherwise sustain it's method of growth here.


Arlen plopped the first slice into his mouth and savored the sweet juices. It had been a while since he'd had the pleasure of a new fruit. Must have come from a nearby larger landmass. A couple hundred miles away perhaps. "So where do you two hail from? Hmm?" Arlen asked, then pointed to Cyradis, "I know you're a Kellen, but one never knows if that's where you call home."

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Ooc:have I been posting in present tense? If so I didn't realise sorry will try not to from now on. And sorry for taking soooo long to reply had internet troubles.

@jolly rensha can you send me those airship designs so I have a better idea what the ship looks like?will pm you my email

Ic: Wintrow heard footsteps outside his door and tried to sit up but this was difficult because he was tied up. The door opened to admit two men and two women. One man was thrown in a corner by the other the man in the corner had the look of some minor nobleman. The other man he assumed was the captain or the mate, because he had seen him giving orders as he landed arrived. the strange woman holding a medical case must have been a doctor or nurse at least. The other woman had little oddites about her and he couldn't tell what position she held if any. "Thank you for your hospitality" he said sarcasticly "my name is Wintrow Mesprit I guess your wondering why I am here. The answer is simple about five days ago now a stranger came into my village and paid the chief to send a raiding party to destroy the Dawn Requiem. I did a little eavesdropping that day and over heard the word Shandalaar. l decided to try to join the party that had been sent to destroy your ship I had planned on helping you out from the air but things didn't quite go to plan especially the part where I became a prisoner. Does that answer your question? Do you have anymore?." He sat on the bed and waited for one of them to answer and also introduce themselves, smiling all the while like the foolish orc he was trying to be.

OOC: We're going to be going with Ren's designs. Feel free to post them up and give us the links. I think it's a very cool concept, and different from what I've typically seen, and I too never really liked the zeppelin design.

Zed, it was something minor I saw. Although, I'm going to sound liked a broken record, but please pay more attention to grammar and editing. Your last post was like your first.

Also, for both you and Quin, since you are new, I'd ask to try to put a bit more effort into your posts. 1 or 2 quick paragraphs will get the job done, but what I'd personally like to see is more effort on the story aspect. Creating atmosphere, writing vivid description, developing characters, etc.

IC:

Gabriel merely curled his tongue at the Orc's sarcasm. Was this idiot trying to get himself killed. His friends had just killed a bunch of his, so it didn't seem like the best tactic. Then again, he figured he'd be a bit testy too if he'd been bound and locked up for over twelve hours, so he let it slide.

Wintrow's, as he'd named himself, explanation was quick and to the point, and it brought several thoughts to mind. Not the least of which was the mention of Shandalaar. Why would someone pay to have their ship attacked? Was there competition trying to beat him to the mythic city? Why even tell the Orcs the name at all? They had no need to know what the ship was doing, only that their mission was to kill or delay the Dawn.

Twirling his rings around his fingers and casting quick glances in Meg's direction Gabe was feeling more confused and angry than before. One arm he folded across his chest and he rested his other elbow against it, chewing on his forefinger in thought.

"Well, it was actually a rather piss poor answer Wintrow, but at least you tried," he felt no need to be amiable at this point. "Why would you want to join our crew in the first place? Orc's tend to keep the company of other Orcs. They don't play well with others. So you'll have to forgive me for being suspicious, but it seems rather convenient that your brood finds us in the middle of the sea and that I have a stowaway aboard my ship. Is this all part of your plan? If you were supposed to destroy my ship maybe your party took precautions and had a backup plan? I'm not saying your kind are overly intelligent, but why not send a supposed traitor into our midst? Gain our trust, play loyal crew member, then sabotage from the inside? In case the raid failed, just as it did? Hmm?" he accused Wintrow, but he was only going to get a denial anyway.

"You'll have to do much better if you want me to let you out of those bindings I'm afraid," he said shaking his head. "And you," this time he addressed the man, "What's your story? I suppose you came to give us all a million gold crowns and make us rich beyond our wildest dreams eh?"

Ic:Wintrow watched the man who must be the captain grow angrier on every word that he said. The captain then turned his back on Wintrow and addressed the nobleman who turned out to be a stowaway. Why would a noble be a stowaway? Wintrow glared at the captain he would have swore he should be boring holes into the man's back. That sort of thing happen all the time he was so sick of people turning their back on him.

First his father before he was born then almost every orc in his tribe, and now the captain of the ship he had escaped to would he ever feel loved or at least accepted by anyone. If he kept thinking of it he would only grow more angry and irrational so he concentrated on another subject. He wondered how badly the ship was damaged and if it would take long. Which brought him to how badly he wanted to help feeling partially responible for the damage even if it was caused by his dead "Friends". Which then brought him back to being stuffed into this cabin then ignored by the captain.

Ooc: lol the irony that's almost exactly how I feel at the moment with what geco said and not being able to talk to him.