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The Maritime Effect;
roleplay between Mordecai and ArcticJunky.
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mar·i·time
[ˈmerəˌtīm]
ADJECTIVE:
(adj) connected with the sea, especially in relation to seafaring commercial or military activity: the navigation of the ocean.
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An unprecedented idea of ocean exploration was always something that the French have been known for. In the time that the Portuguese and Spanish had become the self-proclaimed masters of oceanic commerce, and ever sense the fabled fool Christopher Columbus had stumbled upon the Americas a time ago in 1492, it was safe to say that the entire globe had its hungry eyes and waving sails set on new land- and the promises that it seemed to sing out. The unknown riches of foreign land left many European monarchs wide-eyed and lusting for the gold that they believed to be out there. The nation of France was undoubtedly no different. As if its rival, England, was making much of a stumbling yet obvious step, the French republic was admittedly still crawling among the admittedly more advanced nations when it came to sea travel. The Portuguese, (along with the ideal Spanish explorer Columbus' findings,) had already pushed out a broad assortment of naval ships full of skilled sailors on a feverish search for gold, riches, fertile land, and other valuable findings. It was the Gold Rush of the 16th century.
Now, the current spectre of the European nation of France; and the plaguing burden bestowed upon King Henry XIV- a pressing matter of whether or not to send an aloof team of sailors out into the ocean blue as a following to the rest of its European brethren. Franco migration would possibly become a good thing to the populated France, and no one could deny the need and desire of the nation now that the Spaniards were now holding riches in their hands. The new world was ripe for the taking, and yet, was it worth it to pull forth the challenge?
It did come to be so, one somewhat brisk autumn morning as the townspeople of Paris swarmed around the harbour of their town. The air itself was electric with activity, despite the dull and otherwise diminishing clouds up above which migrated in packs across the sky like herds of buffalo. The grey itself was swollen with the prospect of rain, however, this minor drawback could not deter France from its excitement. They were to discover land- and perhaps, bring back tales and unfathomable riches that would come to be the uplifting factor of the country. France was gaining power like a swelling totalitarian empire, and it seemed that was the only intention the country happened to bestow. There was danger to the exploration of his sailors, oh, yes, however, Louis XIV was whole-heartedly confident with the abilities of the men he was to dispatch on the large naval ship that was known as the Frigate, who stood tall and proud in the rolling briny blue waters of the Atlantic as the people of the Franco republic stood grinning and talking as their sailors began to climb aboard their ship.
Charlemagne de la Francoeur couldn't help but swell with pride as he overlooked the crowd of eager French from the ramp that led to the boat deck of the Frigate- who would become his ship in just a few moments time. At the age of twenty-nine, he was the pronounced leader of the large sailing ship- a sailor who could, at least, to his mindset rival the ability of the famous James Alday himself. This was albeit his excitement thinking for him as he looked down at the people below him; having to combat the desire to bask in the excitement as if it were the first hints of warm sunshine after a long winter. There were thirty men on the large ship, and all of them were under his command. It was a position that had belonged to his own father, however, now, it was his; bestowed upon him by the King himself. Charlemagne would be the first to steer her over the Seven Seas- the Frigate was a new ship- as new as the French happened to be during this age. She was equipped with trained men, and weaponry that would leave a naval combatant envious. France was a world power- and it was not going down without a fight. Charlemagne would definitely try to ensure that.
His crew hauled their trunks and belongings jauntily behind them, and Charlemagne could hardly hold back the bubble of pride that threatened to burst in the middle of his chest. The bustling activity going on below them was due to them- the sailors and men of France who intended whole-heartedly on sailing and braving the Seven Seas- it was almost incredibly unfathomable. Now, Charlemagne was almost unable to look away from either the horizon, or the people whom he would be trading for it. This wasn't the first ship being sent out with high hopes- and it wouldn't be the last, but he wanted to make sure that the Frigate would bring home with her stories of success.
The Maritime Effect;
roleplay between Mordecai and ArcticJunky.
___
mar·i·time
[ˈmerəˌtīm]
ADJECTIVE:
(adj) connected with the sea, especially in relation to seafaring commercial or military activity: the navigation of the ocean.
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An unprecedented idea of ocean exploration was always something that the French have been known for. In the time that the Portuguese and Spanish had become the self-proclaimed masters of oceanic commerce, and ever sense the fabled fool Christopher Columbus had stumbled upon the Americas a time ago in 1492, it was safe to say that the entire globe had its hungry eyes and waving sails set on new land- and the promises that it seemed to sing out. The unknown riches of foreign land left many European monarchs wide-eyed and lusting for the gold that they believed to be out there. The nation of France was undoubtedly no different. As if its rival, England, was making much of a stumbling yet obvious step, the French republic was admittedly still crawling among the admittedly more advanced nations when it came to sea travel. The Portuguese, (along with the ideal Spanish explorer Columbus' findings,) had already pushed out a broad assortment of naval ships full of skilled sailors on a feverish search for gold, riches, fertile land, and other valuable findings. It was the Gold Rush of the 16th century.
Now, the current spectre of the European nation of France; and the plaguing burden bestowed upon King Henry XIV- a pressing matter of whether or not to send an aloof team of sailors out into the ocean blue as a following to the rest of its European brethren. Franco migration would possibly become a good thing to the populated France, and no one could deny the need and desire of the nation now that the Spaniards were now holding riches in their hands. The new world was ripe for the taking, and yet, was it worth it to pull forth the challenge?
It did come to be so, one somewhat brisk autumn morning as the townspeople of Paris swarmed around the harbour of their town. The air itself was electric with activity, despite the dull and otherwise diminishing clouds up above which migrated in packs across the sky like herds of buffalo. The grey itself was swollen with the prospect of rain, however, this minor drawback could not deter France from its excitement. They were to discover land- and perhaps, bring back tales and unfathomable riches that would come to be the uplifting factor of the country. France was gaining power like a swelling totalitarian empire, and it seemed that was the only intention the country happened to bestow. There was danger to the exploration of his sailors, oh, yes, however, Louis XIV was whole-heartedly confident with the abilities of the men he was to dispatch on the large naval ship that was known as the Frigate, who stood tall and proud in the rolling briny blue waters of the Atlantic as the people of the Franco republic stood grinning and talking as their sailors began to climb aboard their ship.
Charlemagne de la Francoeur couldn't help but swell with pride as he overlooked the crowd of eager French from the ramp that led to the boat deck of the Frigate- who would become his ship in just a few moments time. At the age of twenty-nine, he was the pronounced leader of the large sailing ship- a sailor who could, at least, to his mindset rival the ability of the famous James Alday himself. This was albeit his excitement thinking for him as he looked down at the people below him; having to combat the desire to bask in the excitement as if it were the first hints of warm sunshine after a long winter. There were thirty men on the large ship, and all of them were under his command. It was a position that had belonged to his own father, however, now, it was his; bestowed upon him by the King himself. Charlemagne would be the first to steer her over the Seven Seas- the Frigate was a new ship- as new as the French happened to be during this age. She was equipped with trained men, and weaponry that would leave a naval combatant envious. France was a world power- and it was not going down without a fight. Charlemagne would definitely try to ensure that.
His crew hauled their trunks and belongings jauntily behind them, and Charlemagne could hardly hold back the bubble of pride that threatened to burst in the middle of his chest. The bustling activity going on below them was due to them- the sailors and men of France who intended whole-heartedly on sailing and braving the Seven Seas- it was almost incredibly unfathomable. Now, Charlemagne was almost unable to look away from either the horizon, or the people whom he would be trading for it. This wasn't the first ship being sent out with high hopes- and it wouldn't be the last, but he wanted to make sure that the Frigate would bring home with her stories of success.
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