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Odette Joubert
 Posted: Oct 23 2014, 11:31 PM
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Date: The 16-th of February 1720
Place:Aboard the Twilight Shark, in the open seas



This is so boring!” Odie exclaimed after having been sitting for about ten minutes with a motionless fishing rod waiting for a fish to bite. The weatherworn tricorn on her head concealed her long hair and she sighed while using a sleeve to wipe a drop of sweat from her brow without moving the headwear. She sighed again as she watched the rod in her hands and how incredibly still it was. Fishing was not amongst her seafaring hobbies and she had already begun focusing on other things on the ship. She observed how the helmsman was standing with a concentrated look on his face while turning the wheel every now and then. She observed the riggers who far up in the masts were moving around like they were born there.

Removing one hand from the fishing rod, Odie grabbed her little purse which rested in her belt. It was far from full and only little coins lay inside. Odie picked them out one by one and then located her boots that stood on the deck next to her. She had removed them to bare the warmth of midday. Moving them a bit further away she began to toss the coins towards the boots and attempted to make them land inside the boots. It wasn’t a hard challenge at all given the tiny distance that boots were from her and even this little activity soon managed to bore her.

Finally she stood up and placed the rod in a little crease in the railing to keep it in place. “Isn’t there something better to on this ship? Like fighting pirates or something?” She asked naively as she began walking around on her bare feet and checking if anyone were even listening to her. Just then a tug in the fishing rod sent it out of the crease and into the water. Odie rushed to the railing and looked at the water. There was no sign of the rod and she let out a disgruntled sigh. “Merde!

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Declan Macrae
 Posted: Oct 27 2014, 11:25 PM
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It was warm enough that he forwent the usual coat and stood in his shirt sleeves and vest on the deck. In hand he carried a book and watched with a sharp eye as the young Olivier fidgeted, complained and eventually had the typical outburst of a lad his age might. Granted, Declan knew what it felt like to be completely without any sort of mental or physical challenge and what havoc boredom could wreck. Tucking his hands behind his back, book gripped between them he hedged toward the lad.

"There are I am sure any number of tasks tha' captain or quarter master could see ye do ifin' ye yearn tae be helpful. Could ye tell though, what ye've decided tae use as bait. 'Tis not as if there are would be a lack o'fish here, but are ye sure yer up tae snuff ifin' ye do catch something large?" He'd seen sharks in these waters, not to mention any number of larger fish, squid and the occasional mermaid. Given the child's slight figure he worried that perhaps if he did get something on the line he might not end up in the open ocean.



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Odette Joubert
 Posted: Nov 19 2014, 07:32 PM
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With her fishing rod gone and no chance of getting it back without jumping into the water, Odie had no idea what else to do with her time. Surely Fintan would never let her jump into the sea and certainly not if he knew that the whole business of swimming had never really been her strength. Not that she really was interested enough in saving the fishing rod to really want to chase it off the ship. But her thoughts were also suddenly taken away from the rod when a sailor spoke to her and Odie turned to face him and looked at him in surprise for a moment while she tried to figure out what he was saying.
This proved to be quite a task in itself as the man spoke a very strange English and Odie who weren’t exactly fluent in the language yet had some trouble with almost everything but a few words. Captain, Quartermaster, fish and bait. Odie tried to piece together the words in her head to see if she could guess what the meaning of it all would be. “It was not the Captain who told me to fish…” She then answered figuring that it had to be what she had been asked.

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Declan Macrae
 Posted: Jan 1 2015, 09:52 PM
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"Sae ye decided tae fish on yer own then?" It wasn't unlike a young boy to now and then desire to try his hand at the sport of the fisherman. And it wasn't as if Declan himself hadn't done so when he was much younger. There could be nothing like remaining on the water front, legs dangling and nothing but the whole of the day spread out before you in order to think deep thoughts or plan the next escapade of adventure.

Declan admired the young Oddie for his spirit, but he was still curious.

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 Posted: Jan 22 2015, 12:41 PM
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It was an awkward situation, in a way. Jack found himself again the master gunner of the privateer ship, albeit temporarily, while Nathanial remained the gunner’s mate, position he had aboard his Navy ship too. He had been considered too young and inexperienced for the tasks of a master gunner, and Jack’s experience was deemed necessary, while Nathanial was the one meant to help him where the physical tasks might be too daunting for the injured leg.

But this didn’t mean the ship didn’t need also its meals ready; and, like it or not, Jack was now in the ship roster as the cook. Yes, now that he ran gun drills a few of the younger sailors, besides Imp and Olivier, came to help him with dinner preparations as well. Not to mention Daigh, his compatriot, always enjoying the opportunity to speak their mother tongue.

And given that the time to start cooking dinner was approaching, he got out of the cabin where he had planned how much ammunition would be used at the next gun drill in order not to waste more than needed, looking for the boys to help him in the galley.

His eyes fell on Olivier, who was talking to one of the Scots, a fish rod in his hand.

”If you have caught anything,” he told the boy, ”bring your prey to be added to the stew! And come to the galley, your help is needed!”

To the Scot, he said something else:

”After we get dinner on the stove, there will be another drill.”

Patience might be a virtue, but idle hands were something else that everybody was aware of.

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