Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
The wind blows with a particular gusto from it's usual nor'westerly direction this morning.
You'd barely gotten out of bed back in Nassau when you received your orders for the day. Your First Mate, Josh Browne, a tall, slender man of age thirty, carried word from your boss, Rackham about a group of British gunboats which have been seen in the area. It's been decided that you'll be accompanying Anthony Bauer and James Morgan's ships to search for and defeat this group. Apparently they've intervened in several of the Republic's recent affairs on the seas in the region.
Anthony Bauer is a fine man, about your age, who has only recently gained captain of his ship -- he told a grandiose tale of being imprisoned aboard his own ship when it was a Royal Sloop-of-War. However, he led a prison break and then a mutiny against the captain of the ship, and took it for himself and the Republic. Upon his arrival, he was granted a position under Rackham alongside yourself. Bauer captains the ship Grenouillie, French for frog.
James Morgan, on the other hand, is quite a miserable bastard. He is an experienced swashbuckler -- during the war he did not sail for any country, like most of the captains did as privateers, he has been a pirate since the 1680s - back then the Pirate Round was all the craze, ambitious criminals would sail along the coast of Africa, besieging the trade routes of the Muslims. His experience has gained him status as the right-hand man of Jack Rackham, and as captain of the largest and most well-fitted ship in Rackham's small fleet besides his own, the Marie Alena. Bauer captains the ship Grenouillie, French for frog.
You're now at the helm of your ship. On your right is your First Mate, Browne, on your left is your Quartermaster, Alex Gratt. Your helmsman is seated nearby, waiting to take over for you if need be.
"I don't see the need to hunt a few pesky boats. Surely our ships can blow them out of the water with ease, should they cause a fuss," Gratt says whimsically.
"They're quick. They appear right as our crews begin to board the prizes, and before we can prepare defense, they're on them. We've lost one ship, and nearly two more 'cos of them now," Browne retorts.
You half-listen to the conversation as you steer, drifting in the wake left by the Marie Alena.
The hatch to below deck, positioned in front of and below you in the middle of the top deck, pops open. Up comes the bald head of your ship cook, Rich. "Breakfasts' ready!" he calls.
The crew looks to you for permission to go and eat up. Usually how it goes, is you and your officers and half the crew go and eat, while the helmsman and the other half keep the ship sailing at mostly full efficiency, and then when the first wave is done the second wave goes and eats. To ensure nobody lallygags, each wave is permitted ten minutes to dine.
You'd barely gotten out of bed back in Nassau when you received your orders for the day. Your First Mate, Josh Browne, a tall, slender man of age thirty, carried word from your boss, Rackham about a group of British gunboats which have been seen in the area. It's been decided that you'll be accompanying Anthony Bauer and James Morgan's ships to search for and defeat this group. Apparently they've intervened in several of the Republic's recent affairs on the seas in the region.
Anthony Bauer is a fine man, about your age, who has only recently gained captain of his ship -- he told a grandiose tale of being imprisoned aboard his own ship when it was a Royal Sloop-of-War. However, he led a prison break and then a mutiny against the captain of the ship, and took it for himself and the Republic. Upon his arrival, he was granted a position under Rackham alongside yourself. Bauer captains the ship Grenouillie, French for frog.
James Morgan, on the other hand, is quite a miserable bastard. He is an experienced swashbuckler -- during the war he did not sail for any country, like most of the captains did as privateers, he has been a pirate since the 1680s - back then the Pirate Round was all the craze, ambitious criminals would sail along the coast of Africa, besieging the trade routes of the Muslims. His experience has gained him status as the right-hand man of Jack Rackham, and as captain of the largest and most well-fitted ship in Rackham's small fleet besides his own, the Marie Alena. Bauer captains the ship Grenouillie, French for frog.
You're now at the helm of your ship. On your right is your First Mate, Browne, on your left is your Quartermaster, Alex Gratt. Your helmsman is seated nearby, waiting to take over for you if need be.
"I don't see the need to hunt a few pesky boats. Surely our ships can blow them out of the water with ease, should they cause a fuss," Gratt says whimsically.
"They're quick. They appear right as our crews begin to board the prizes, and before we can prepare defense, they're on them. We've lost one ship, and nearly two more 'cos of them now," Browne retorts.
You half-listen to the conversation as you steer, drifting in the wake left by the Marie Alena.
The hatch to below deck, positioned in front of and below you in the middle of the top deck, pops open. Up comes the bald head of your ship cook, Rich. "Breakfasts' ready!" he calls.
The crew looks to you for permission to go and eat up. Usually how it goes, is you and your officers and half the crew go and eat, while the helmsman and the other half keep the ship sailing at mostly full efficiency, and then when the first wave is done the second wave goes and eats. To ensure nobody lallygags, each wave is permitted ten minutes to dine.