Ships’ Logs: Beyond Museica, Part 13
Sail on! And on! And on!
Continued from Part 12.
Date: November 28, 2008
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Saturday, 27 April 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Sail on! And on! And on!
Continued from Part 12.
Date: November 28, 2008
Categories: RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
13th thread! Woohoo! *parties*
Awesome!
Well, TMFA and Red-Tailed HAWK are gone, so we can’t use the Black-Footed Ferret or the Seahawk, and the Zommer Vaycayshun was shot by the bunnifier in space…Cheesy, do you think you could fly up and see if there’s anything left of it?
Aye! *Waves peg leg around*
Ah, now that that’s over with, we can get down to business.
The Seahawk’s still around. The crew abandoned it, that’s all. And with no crew, I didn’t feel the need to struggle to find time to post here!
IBCF, please come back to the Seahawk. It’s not the same without you, especially with such a small crew. I don’t think you can focus on two ships at once, and you’ve done so much with the Seahawk, I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop with the CC IBCF and come back full-time to the Seahawk. Please.
Unless everyone has multiple copies of themselves, it isn’t really fair. And if they did, it would be pretty confusing!
So what’s up? Things got pretty wild on the last thread.
Captain HAWK ?=}
4- Well, CC IBCF just helped save the world. You should give him some credit.
But he recently disappeared, so now I’ll be able to focus my energies on the Seahawk…
I believe we’re currently on Bunny Island…where will we sail next?
Bleep. Bleepers Bloopen Bleepery Bleep!
(nothing is left of the Zommer, only the cabbage guns survived)
Bleepery Bloop Bleepen.
(We really do need a new ship)
bleep bleep bloop bleep BLEEP!
(and I think that the rest of the crew has been lost!)
Bleepen bloop bleepery bleep bleepery bleep bleepy bloop!
(I think the onslaught of the blast would have flung them toward Pie Isle)
Bleepery bloop bleepery bleep! Bloopen bleep bleep bleep bloopen.
(Fist things first! We must find a new ship!)
I would like to join, please. If someone could tell me what positions are available on which ships, it would be most appreciated. If a new ship is needed, I believe you have an eager captain on your hands.
5-Great! Do you have any ideas of where you want to go, or do you want me to decide?
6-Find? Why, I’ll build one, dear Cheesy! What do we want in a ship? (I assume you mean a space ship, correct?)
7-On the Seahawk, pretty much anything but Captain and Head of the Air Department are open, so you name it! Whatever other position you want is yours. Anyone else looking for a spot on a ship?
Is Kokonilly still around? She was with the Seahawk, but I don’t know if she still wants her position or not.
Captain HAWK ?=}
8)
Bleep? Bleepery bloop bloop bleepen!
(really? That would be incredibly helpful!)
Bloop bleepen bleep bleep bleep BlEEP bloopy.
(Yes, a space ship, preferably one with 5KF boosters and star scape)
Bleep Bleepen Bleepery bloop bleep…….
(Perhaps it could also be made seaworthy as well? That’s always helpful for landings and land travel…..)
BLEEP!
(eep!)
Bloop bleepy bleep bleepen?!
(where did that smilie come from?)
8-Thank you, Captain. I shall volunteer for ship’s cook/map keeper on the Seahawk posthaste. *Adjusts tricorner hat* *Grabs spyglass* I’ll pack my cooking gear and cartography equipment. Has anyone seen my ice cream maker?
*jumps up and down in anticipation*
Which ship has room for me ?
Good qualities:
Walking encyclopedia, speaks 4 languages, is a natural sailor, hardly ever gets seasick, dosen’t mind cramped quarters or long voyages.
Bad qualities:
Is a know-it-almost-all, has a strange sense of humor, rebellious and likes to sing.
12-Red-tailed HAWK has sent out a general invitation to join the Seahawk . We have a Captain, a Head of Air Department and a Cook/Map Keeper (me). I believe you can be anything else that you desire, if you would like to join us. I would be most happy to have you on the Seahawk .
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk.
Clang. Clang. The pots and pans tied to the outside of my pack hit against each other, adding to the din of the docks. Vendors hawked their wares. Seagulls cawed and begged for scraps. Sailors shouted directions and greetings to each other.
I breathed in the salty air and walked to a man selling spices of all colors of the rainbow. “Begging your pardon, sir, but could you tell me what pier the Seahawk is docked at?”
He looked at me with surprise. “What’s a lass like you doing looking for that ship?”
I sighed. I didn’t feel like explaining again . “My business is my own, sir.”
“Pier fifteen. You do know it is an explorer ship, not a passenger ship, don’t you?”
I ignored the question, thanked him, and walked to pier fifteen.
There she was. What a beauty! Trim lines; fluttering sails; polished decks; her name painted in curving, bold letters. I whistled.
I walked up the gangplank, ready to meet my shipmates. There was a tall fellow who could only be Captain Hawk. I saluted. “Cerulean Pyros, reporting for duty.” I glanced around, suddenly aware of several things.
1) I was the only girl on the ship.
2) I was the youngest on the ship.
3) With my heavy pack filled to the brim with odds and ends, a peacock’s feather in my hat, shark’s teeth around my neck, dragons embroidered on my coat and over-eager expression, it was quite obvious that I was a tad eccentric.
It was going to be an interesting voyage.
(P.S. Is it all right that I headed this as Cook’s Account? I thought it needed some introduction, but it’s more like a journal than a ship’s log. I won’t do it again if I broke a rule.)
With the captains permission, I’ll sign aboard as 1st officer and supercargo…
First officers log:
Finally I’ll be able to leave this island ! I have no trouble locating the Seahawk, as I’ve been stuck here so long that I could walk the streets blindfolded. I feel a little out of place in my sun-bleached first-officer uniform which is quite worse for wear after three years of duty. In my seabag are all my worldly possessions: Seashells, souvenirs, a change of clothes and a few books. I feel a warm SSW breeze on my cheek and smile: I have a good feeling about this voyage, and I am seldom wrong.
13) Now you aren’t alone !
Bleep bleepery bloop bleep bloop bleepen bleepy bloop bleep.
(I’m also sending out a call for any new interested adventures, for my captain, who appears to be shipwrecked…..)
I’m here!
What happen to the Black-footed ferret?
Come back guys!
Welcome aboard, Cerulean Pyros!
16- CC IBCF is on Pie Island…
I’ll join! What do you need?
8- Well, we could sail south and visit the Flavor Continent, or sail west back to Muserland and Museica, or maybe sail east towards Navenk, Iknurowlis, and Dornavenk. Whatever suits you.
16- TMFA! We need you on the Pie Island thread…
18- We’re sailors, exploring the Muse World and the planets beyond. Would you like to join the Black-Footed Ferret or the Seahawk?
Here’s a map.
http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/rglasley/00%20MuseBlog%20Maps/August08MuseWorld.jpg
19- I’ll join the Seahawk. What positions are there? Can I join as one of the minor crew members?
YAY! A new one! I wish to maintain my position!
*arises from the cobwebs*
I’m on Pie Isle!
RtH 9-Great! I’ll get to work.
11-Welcome aboard!
12-The Seahawk would gladly have you aboard!
13-You can head your logs/accounts however you wish!
14-Welcome aboard, as well!
19-I shall soon announce our next destination! Thank you for your recommendations, kind sir! I’ll certainly look into them.
20-Sure, whatever suits you!
21-Welcome back, Kokonilly!
I’ll make a list of Seahawk people!
Crew of the Seahawk
Captain: Red-tailed HAWK
First Mate: bookgirl_me
Head of the Air Department: IBCF
Ship’s Doctor: Kokonilly
Ship’s cook/cartographer: Cerulean Pyros
Boatswain (Bo’sun): Midnight Fiddler
Common Sailor: RoseQuartz/LadyG
We’d welcome anyone else looking for a ship!!!
Captain HAWK ?=}
23) Bleepy Bleepers!
(Many Thanks!)
Bleep bloop bloop bloopers!
(It looks fantastic so far!)
So how does this work?
RtH 24-Thanks!
25-Volunteer to join a ship, like the Seahawk, choose a position that’s open, and start on the voyage with us! It’s fun!
25) Oh, you can join a ship, any ship. Each ship is charged with the mission to explore all of Museaica and, of course, to watch out for pierates and evilus s along the way!
What ships are there?
Black-footed ferret (Mine, on Pie isle right now)
Zommer Vachysion (In ruins, on board the BFF)
Seahawk (Zemtee ship, Rt-H)
29_Well, Where are the HPBs? Do you know?
30- every where!
I’m available as a ships doctor or a cook, but not a navigator. I cannot read maps well and would land the ship on the island of horrible monsters or something.
32) Come on board the seahawk ! I’ll read the maps for you !
We’ll need a doctor when we leave civilization behind !
Captain Hawk: Lets go !!!!!!
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Hey, Hawk! Let’s go!
33- Sounds good! I’m there.
33 – Wait! I’m already the doctor!
Then we can have one veterinarian and one people doctor !
Besides, what if one of you gets sick ?!? I can also teach sunrunner cartography if he/she wants.
Bleep Bleepery BLoop Bloopen blop Bleep.
(thannks so much RtH! The ship is going nicely!)
Bloop bleepy bleep blepp bleepery bleepen?
(What should I calll it though?)
38- How about the Zommer Vacayshun II?
I am a good astronomer…also cartographr.
We could have a duty roster on board:
Everyone switches jobs once a week.
If there are to many people, then one person gets to be the L.L.L (lazy laughing lubber) whose job it is to do absolutely nothing.
Look, I might set sail from Pie isle in the next few days.
38-The ship is almost finished. Are you captain, Cheesy? What are your plans with the ship? Oh, and I’ll post a detailed description of the ship later. I’ll also think about a name for it…
IMPORTANT SEAHAWK ANNOUNCEMENT
We set sail this evening from HPB Land. We’ll head South to visit the flavor continent, and then we might head East. Wherever the adventure takes us!
Captain HAWK ?=}
Sorry. Evidently, I haven’t posted since MF was here!
43~ You might want to remove my name from yours, since we’re no longer Kokonvening.
Aye, aye Sir. I’ll report as regularly to this thread as I can.
Ah, that just rendered part of my last post obsolete. Never mind.
SHIP’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
43- South it is, then! *seahawk sets sail*
Please post here often; I can never remember to check threads and am only reminded by the ‘Recent Comments’ bar. Thanks!
Ships log of the Seahawk:
First officers record,
There’s a strong N wind and we’re making 15 knots. At this speed, we should be in flavorland in three days. The stars are out and the moon is almost full. It a perfect sail- to perfect. We are, after all, still near Bunny Island, which, from time to time, feels like it needs to justify its name. Everyone on board can sense the tense atmosphere. Even the sea is quiet- I haven’t seen a fish since we left bunny island. It’s the calm before the storm-at least the wind is still speeding us out of here. I polish my musket and wait…
43) Bleep bleep! Bloop bleepery bleepen bloop bleep!
(No, no! I’m just taking charge until I can rescue Captain kiwimuncher and the rest of the crew from beibg stranded on Pie Isle.)
BLoop! BlEEp bloopen. BLeeperY bleepen!
(OK! That sounds good! I can’t wait till its done!)
37- I would love to learn cartography! Sorry, Kokonilly. I didn’t mean to take your job.
*Sets sail again*
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
We set sail today. Captain says we are headed for the flavor continent. I’m getting to see other lands at last!
I should go…I need to make dinner.
Tonight’s menu is:
Choice of Crab Bisque or Tomato Soup
A variety of Pizzas (Lots of different toppings to choose from.)
Garlic Bread
Lime Ice Cream (I plan to work citrus into our meals whenever possible, to guard against scurvy.)
We have fewer than ten people, so it’s easier than I expected to please everyone. It also means I have more time for my other duties as cartographer.
Oh, no! That darn parrot is trying to steal the crab meat again…
(Could someone refresh my memory on what the Boatswain does, please?)
((Sorry I haven’t been here… Instead of my having a ship’s log, can I just keep a journal?))
*sails*
*goes to Rt-H*
54-Sure! That’s sort of what I’m doing.
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
I am studying a very detailed map of the Flavor continent as I write this. I hope it lives up to its name and provides some interesting spices and foods.
Today we shall have:
Caprese Salad (tomatoes and mozzarella cheese with basil and olive oil.)
Spaghetti with Broccoli
Orange Wedges
Chocolate Cupcakes
I found a black cat in the hold this morning. I’ll likely be allowed to keep it, as it will catch any rodents. I’m going to call it Molasses, seeing as I found it on top of a barrel of such. I don’t know if Molasses is a he or she yet, but either way, it’s a very pretty cat.
I must learn to climb the rigging. It looks like such fun. It should be handy too, in case I need to rescue anything from a naughty bird, like yesterday.
I shall stop now, and get some ingredients from the hold.
*Sails*
BLEEP!
(AWESOME!)
Bleepery bleepen bloop bloopen bleep!
(The ship is wonderful!)
Bloop bleepen bleepery bleep bloopery?
(What is she called RtH?)
Bleep bEEp bloop bleepen!
(Tis time to set sail for Pie Isle!)
*flees into the rigging to avoid the attention of the over-involved cook*
“I feel like a Turkey”
55-Yes, TMFA? Can I help you?
Captain’s Log
The Seahawk is sailing smoothly toward the Flavor Continent.
Cerulean Pyros is cooking elegant meals. Yesterday I had Tomato soup, a large vegetable pizza, garlic bread, and a dish of special lime ice cream. Today I had a caprese salad, spaghetti with broccoli, orange wedges, and a chocolate cupcake. All very delicious, indeed.
Cerulean Pyros also found a very pretty cat in with the molasses (not in the barrel, but on top of it, you understand).
The voyage is going well.
Captain HAWK ?=}
*waits for SOMETHING to happen*
*is going to die from eating to much*
Did I really see a flash of pink on the horizon or was that just me…
Bleepery bloop Bleepen Bleepery bloopery BLoOpeN.
(I have set sail in the Tintinnabulating Tahr for Pie Isle)
Cheesy! You’re a lifesaver! I long to explore the sea once more! I do like this ship a lot! Thankyou RtH! It’s positively wonderful!
sails
60-Thank you, Captain! I am glad the meals are being enjoyed.
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
We are making good headway and have kept on course.
I finally caught that rascal of a parrot about an hour ago. I have not decided what to do with it yet, but I’m considering the matter. Perhaps I shall train it to carry messages. *Ponders*
I am keeping tonight’s dinner a bit more simple. I don’t want to use up supplies too quickly and yesterday’s took longer than I would have liked.
We are having:
Sun-dried tomato bread
Stuffed mushrooms
Stir-fry with vegetables and optional shrimp
Pomegranate ice cream a la mode
Did I hear cannon fire? This can’t be good…
53~ A boatswain (pronounced “bo’sun” and sometimes spelled that way) is a member of the crew who is not an officer but oversees the crew and makes sure that they are properly doing their duties. They have to be very skilled and knowledgeable sailors to be able to supervise the rest of the crew and make sure that all is going smoothly. Hope that makes it a little clearer……
~~~~~~~~~~~
Log of the Seahawk
I am doing well on board, the meals are excellent and the crew seems to be a willing bunch. Technical detail is not always observed, however, and there seems to be some confusion at times. Despite this, I am confident that if we should run into trouble the crew will work together and bring us and our ship to safety.
I am comfortable and happy.
Sailing goes well and without incident or cause for alarm, but there is a tension in the air, and I am startled from my writing by the sounds of cannon fire.
I make my way to the deck to see what the matter is.
65) Log:
I have rescued the parrot from the cook, who left it in the kitchen with the cat… I’ve baptized it “Larry”. Ever since it heard the menu, it’s been chanting “stuffed mushrooms” over and over again. the only other thing it can say is “Shut up, you daft featherball !”, an exclamation I uttered after it ignored hours of patient lessons. Now I shouts that phrase every time it sees the cat… Somehow I almost wish something would happen. At least the food is good.
66-Thank you! I had been trying to remember ever since I saw that you were the boatswain.
67- *Gasp*! I was certain I left it -er, Larry, as you have named him- in the map room! He must have escaped somehow. Yikes! An escape-artist parrot! You may train him if you really want to, but be careful, he bites.
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
The following is the beginning of my description of what happened last night.
When I heard the cannons, I grabbed my sword and raced on deck. I spotted the boatswain coming up behind me. We ran to the railing, where I snatched my spyglass off of my belt and brought it to my eye. I stared in horror and handed it to Midnight Fiddler so that she could look.
I tried to deny to myself what I had seen. However, the truth was that we were being fired upon by a ship with hot pink sails . The Hot Pink Bunnies had found us.
68) Too late ! Well, at least we have a lot of doctors on board…
Log:
I’ve just seen the doctor to get my thumb bandaged. it seems that my new friend Larry is in desperate need of some etiquette lessons. As soon as my thumb was temporarily bandaged, I rushed on deck. A HPS was bearing down on us, close hauled and on collision course. Their vessel was smaller and lighter, so a fight was inevitable. Thankfully we had a better firing range. The captain ordered us to run out the guns and stand ready. The first volley went awry, however, since the HPBs turned away in the nick of time. Their captain was an excellent sailor, but we had captain hawk on board. we managed to fire a second volley, and two shots struck the ship near the waterline. The HPBs retreated, but stayed on parallel course. We could neither escape nor attack them. “We can outsail them any day”, said the captain grimly,” but they aren’t HPBs for nothing. This is just a short respite.” Everyone is on deck or on the gunndeck, preparing for the inevitable second meeting. And the HPBs certainly had several tricks up their metaphorical sleeves…
*Sails*
*Can’t find any land*
*Sails*
*SAILS*
71) I would check your compass if I were you. If you keep sailing in circles we’ll have a whirlpool !
69- “Oh, shoot. They must be trying to get back at us for foiling their satellite-bunnifier plan.”
*hatch on HPB ship opens* *large weapon emerges*
“Hey! Watch out! They have a bunnifier!”
*looks at maps*
*wonder if anything is happening anywhere*
Can we leave out the HPBs this time? I think they’d be a lot more interesting (and convincing) if we gave them a little break for a while.
I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t leave without me!
Captain HAWK ?=}
The Tintinnabulating Tahr is making could time! It’s good to be out in the wide world once more! Of course, the only thiing dampening my spirits is the point that we’re still in charted waters. It’s only a matter of time though until we pass off of the maps!
A shout from the lookout post alerts me to land ahead. That’s good! We could use some supplies! My cooking materials are getting low and we are in desperate need of amo for our cabbage guns!
I turn the ship several degrees west in order to reach the island. I quick glance at the maps tells me that we are setting into port at GAPA island.
Hello wonderful GAPAs! Just getting supplies…… How are you? Do you have any ideas of the current surrounding waters that should be noted before we proceed?
*Sails*
*Whirlpool gathers*
*is sent to other universe*
Uh-oh.
78-What’s your ship? The Tintinnabulating Tahr?
62/63- Wait, it’s a sailing vessel? Oh dear, I was building it all along thinking it was a replacement for the lost Zommer. Ah well! *Waves wing and turns ship into sailing ship* There we are!
Ah, I understand the crew can’t stand to sail endlessly with no adventure. I’d go completely out of my mind if there weren’t something of interest besides what Cerulean Pyros was cooking up (not that the food is not excellent, for it truly is, but we’d all be a bit on the chubby side if that’s all we bothered about…we surely must fit in SOMETHING else, I know!)
What if we switch out the HPBs for Pi-rates? Not Pierates, not Pirates, but PI-rates, enemies of ours (who we’ve long left out of the story) who seek to transform everything to numbers. They think turning everything but themselves to individual codes would be a ducky idea, but I sure don’t! And, they’re wreaking havoc on the way. It wouldn’t be totally unheard-of for them to attack us on our way.
What do you think?
My presence may be patchy until Sunday afternoon, but I think I’ll be able to get on before then.
Captain HAWK ?=}
79) Not Pi-rats ! I was cruising on a boat called Ï€ squared last summer and everyone called us the pi-rats. What about the “ranos” (stands for rational numbers, a mathematical concept I’ve never understood). They could have the same goal (e.t.c…).
Waves sadly goodbye to the s
Oh dear. Pi-rats? Those sound dangerous! We’d better head away from regularly traveled waters! Au revoir GAPA island! Now that we’re well stocked, we can head out into the waves!
We now officially have no idea where we are! I suppose that was our goal after all……. Hey! Cheesy! Would you please check our bearings? Oh! Hey! Wait! Would you look at that! It’s a bird! Isn’t it beautiful! Quite lovely!
(the bird is a light pink color, with blue around it’s eyes. it has a long, flowing white tail and a wickedly curved beak)
With a startling cry, the bird takes flight. Hey! It’s headed somewhere nearby! It’ll lead us to land! Let out the sails to their full potential! We’ve got a bird to catch!
*Is back*
*sails*
Sorry about that.
80-Do you really miss the bunnies? Do you need them in the story?
We pause as we await the final decision of the captain and crew regarding who the enemies are. We know someone’s caught us on our way to the flavor continent, now we must decide who!
Hello, crew?
Captain HAWK ?=}
*yawns* Oh, hullo. I never thought to check this thread until now. Sorry about that.
84 – So, someone’s caught us… I like the pi-rates idea.
DOCTOR’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
Day 1: Several new crewmates joined us. We now have a cartographer and a few common sailors, among other positions.
Day 2: Nothing.
Day 3: Cerulean Pyros – a new cook – found a cat. Brought it to me to check for worms. None found, but it seems to have had too many molasses recently. Prescribed no molasses for a long while.
Day 4 – Day 6: Nothing.
Day 7: Someone found a parrot. My we seem to have a lot of animals here. Nothing wrong with the parrot, except it bites.
Day 8: bookgirl_me is bitten by Larry, the parrot. Apparently she found him after he escaped from the map room. Patched her thumb up.
Day 9 – Day 11: Nothing. I got a paper cut from reading too much, but nothing that can’t be fixed with a Band-Aid.
85) A cat eating molasses? Hmmmmm. I have had frustrating circumstances with molasses. The term “Slow as Molasses” can never be truly understood until you have a jar of molasses that is almost empty and you’re trying to get the last dribble out. And it moves so SLOWLY that you’re standing there for 30 minutes waiting for it to slide down the side of the jar, howling and moaning during the whole process. Well, anyways……..
LAND HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! A grey shape can be seen on the horizon! The bird has led us to it! I wonder what could possibly await us there? What awesome discoveries are there to be found?
84) No problem. As long as we don’t call them pi-rats.
Does anyone else like the Ranos ?
They can be attacking…
Ranos? What are Ranos?
88) A different name for the pi-rats, since I :mrgreen the name pi-rats. They’re named after rational numbers, something I’ve never understood (why are some numbers rational and some not? It has something to do with decimals, I think)…
I thought we could just switch the HPBs for them, so that they can be attacking with a sail full of those weird numbers.
Rational #s can be stated clearly. Irrational #s are like PI, in the sense that they go on forever and ever in no particular pattern. So, in other words, the # can’t be clearly written. It has to be written in other forms, like √3.
*Sails*
*wonders why nothings happening. that other universe was boring.*
*Wonders what happened to the seahawk.*
91-We were sailing to the flavor continent, when we were rudely interrupted by some mob trying to attack us. But we can’t decide who we want to be attacking us. Oh, and sorry an entire universe was boring. That must have been a serious letdown.
I can’t find a definition of Ranos. If they have something to do with rational numbers, maybe we shouldn’t imply our enemies are the logical ones. I am willing to have HPBs in the story if they have a purpose, and aren’t just bunnies for the sake of bunnies. Maybe they’d be trying to bunnify the universe and this is a start of their plot. I’d be content with that.
What do you think? Do we have many crew members awake at the moment?
Captain HAWK ?=}
92 – I’m awake, Captain!
*munch* *munch* *munch*
I bet yall are wondering what we’re munching! Or not, but I’ll tell you anyway.
Our supposed island is not what it immediately appeared to be. In fact, it is a giant mound (giant enough to be island size) of pickles. That’s right! It’s utterly bizarre! But cool to! And pickles keep, so I guess you can think of what we’re going to be eating for the next month or so, out here on the rolling waves. It’s amazing how many pickles there are, and even more amazing is the amount of wildlife attracted to this ridiculously giant pile. That colorful bird we spotted is one of many and other strange creatures are lumbering about. They’re green, stubby, deer like creatures. We hear other animals but can’t see them. The area is covered with stubby, cucumber-like trees.
94 – *gasp* I thought you were munching KIWIS, kiwimuncher! It’s quite a shock to hear of you munching on pickles.
92- You do remember, the HPBs launched their rocket from a mountain on the flavor continent. And they did just try to bunnify Muse world with their satellite, but TMFA, kiwimuncher, and my carbon copy stopped their plan…so yeah, they would basically be acting as enemies looking for revenge. Even though we technically had nothing to do with it…
Anyhow, on with the story!
Ahoy there!
“Ahoy. What do you want?”
You will not set foot on the flavor continent. Turn back now.
“And if we don’t…?”
Our ship carries two dozen explosive homing pie torpedoes. We’ll scuttle you in a second.
“Okay…give us a moment to confer amongst ourselves. I’ll be right back with an answer.” *rushes into cabin*
I´m here !
Ranos would be the same as pi-rats, just a different name
*Uses Teleport to get to the seahawk.*
I’m Ready to help!
So, have the attackers been identified as HPBs? I’ll continue assuming that for now.
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
I write this in a hurry, sitting on a bench as the captain and crew argue about the best course of action.
A few moments ago, I had a curiosity, so I brashly stuck my head out the door.
“Excuse me, Mr. Terrifying Hot Pink Bunny, sir. Could I ask you something?”
“What? Who are you? Are you a personage of any importance?”
“Well, I’m the cartographer and cook. I was wond…”
“Silence! So, you are their Keeper of Maps and One who Feeds the Crew?”
“Yes. As I was sayi…”
“Marvelous. How would you like to join our crew? We need someone who can cook more than hardtack and boiled carrots.”
“Sure! Why don’t we want them to go to the flavor continent?”
“You are not of rank to know that! Now go cook some food.”
“Actually, I lied. I don’t want to join your crew. Au revoir! ”
I slammed the door. I didn’t get the information I wanted, but now I have a good story to tell. I think I scared the crew members who were listening when I said I would join the Bunnies, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do that might make them tell me.
I think we are reaching an agreement on what to do…
94) Ah! *licks lips* What delicious pickles! I suppose that it would be accurate to name with land “Pickle Isle”. *labels chart* Cheesy can……. *turns toward Cheesy* Cheesy? CHEESY? Where is Cheesy? *looks around worriedly*
I hear a whimper and look up to see CHeesy hiding up in a tree. What are you ding up there, friend? Cheesy glances behind me and I turn………..
to see a rather large mob of cucumbers staring at me, yes, STARING at me. They don’t look happy.
“Hello um…… sirs.” I say nervously. “Fine day isn’t it? Let me introduce myself….”
Not waiting for me to explain, the lead cucumber splutters in some unknown language and the whole mob surges forward. EEK! RUN! *runs down the slope with Cheesy closely behind me*
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
Heheh… *chuckles*
I jot down a few important notes for my crew, and hurry to my cabin. I gather up a good knife, a saw, a drill, some thin (but strong) rope, and a package of Kokopelli’s famous popping pastry pieces. I quickly hand the note off to bookgirl_me: “Keep ‘er as steady as you can for a moment” I requested, and then abruptly jumped overboard.
The note reads:
I shall return shortly. I am going to the bunny ship, where I will attempt to damage the hull, and potentially interfere with their operations during the impending battle.
Please do launch pies at their ship, just not on the starboard side, where I'll be working. Fire volleys of doughnut holes, whatever works. I'll return to the ship before it's over. And maybe I'll have sunk their ship before there even is a battle! :D
((98-Awesome! What would you like to do?))
Captain HAWK ?=}
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
101- Righto, sir.
Fire!
*barrages*
We’ve been engaged. Fire!
*explosive cherry pies fly towards seahawk*
*loud combustions as pastries collide in the air*
I sprint frantically down several large sand dunes. I head straight to the little jellyboat on the shore. The Tinntinnabulting Tahr can be seen anchored father from land. I glance behind me…… OOCH! That was a mistake! The pickles are gaining! Cheesy leaps into the jellyboat ahead of me and I push off, jumping in behind him. I just hope the currents don’t push us back! *braces self*
1st officers Log:
I hang onto the wheel, carrying out my orders. Since it’s impossible to attack on the starboard side, I try to doge more volleys, to avoid catching the ship in mid-turn and possibly injuring the captain. Despite my best efforts we are hit twice; once amidships on the gundeck, the other aft and lower, possibly below the waterline. I send somebody (TMFA, do you want to go ? Or CP ?) down to plug the hole and continue the mad dance. IBCF is having trouble firing volleys due to the manuvers, but en can get some good shots in on the port side. It’s almost a standoff: neither ship has badly damaged the other and the first mistake will be fatal. I turn the steering wheel so that we are sailing on a close reach, hard over to starboard. Hopefully the captain is alright…
We make it over the first arch of the waves, barely dodging the leading pickle. We quickly leave the island and the pickles behind as we reach the Tinntinnabulting Tahr and head away. The sea is fairly calm and we extend the sails to catch any stray breeze. Suddenly, a familiar smells reaches my nostrils. I turn and see…… MEEP! A hoard of small,, green boats heading toward us. It’s a fleet of pickles! Jeepers, this is bad news! Get out the oars! *runs to the storage rooms*
*patchs holes*
*gets oars*
Doctor’s Log of the Seahawk.
A battle! I dashed out onto the deck clutching my first-aid kit. There’s nothing to do for the moment except try to stay safe, because the doctor can’t get killed. You will always need a doctor. So, I’m going to sit and watch from behind this barrel. I hope none of the bunnies find me – [some splotches of water]
Guess where your precious doctor is?
*rows with all might* *gasp of breath*
These pickles are relentless! And the lack of wind isn’t helping!
I signal to Cheesy and he leaps up from the oars, in which I take over with increased vigor as much as I am able. Cheesy runs to the pie guns and pulls out our main cannon. Hope those pickles like butter cream! We’ve plumb ran out of chocolate!
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
I take in a tremendous breath before diving just under the water’s shimmering surface. I immediately start drilling holes in the hull of the bunny ship, on the starboard side. I am drilling them at regular intervals somewhat far apart, forming a ring. I whisper to myself, “I think this just might work!” I then stuff one of Kokopelli’s popping pastry pieces in each hole. I hurl myself upon the deck of the bunny ship and rush to the mast. “I don’t think I’ve been spotted yet, but I can’t count on luck. I’m already testing it.” I drill four holes near the base of the mast on the side opposite that of the Seahawk, and stuff each with a popping pastry piece. I sense a leering lagomorph behind me. “Get away from there, or be bunnified, bird!”
I quickly climb the rigging (not on the ratlines, mind you! ) and get as high up as possible. I hear tremendous explosions, coming from the hull and the base of the mast. Dust fills the air. I sense the ship sinking, and the mast moving downward toward the deck of the Seahawk at a disturbingly rapid pace. “TIMBER!!!!”
Captain HAWK ?=}
AHHHHH!
Suddenly our ship shoots forward. The sails billow out and I turn to see the pickles shouting in anger and shaking their small green fists at us. Hah! They’ll never catch up now! We did it! High five!
The Tinnabulating Tahr is sailing along at a quick pace. Unfortunately, we are finding nothing. No land. No signs. NOTHING! Alas! I hope we run into something soon! Our stores of pickles are going to get low soon!
1st officers log:
Hearing the captain shout, I turn the boat on it’s heel as the Rano ship hits the water with a resounding smack.This causes a big wave, which washes over our deck and deposes Captain Hawk next to me. I steer away from the sinking ship, they turn back around to resume our original course. Larry, the coward, has been hiding below deck for the entire battle. Now he came back and tried to eat my ear. I when I dislodged him from my shoulder, he mimicked me excellently: “Shut up, you stupid bird !”, then haughtily retired to the rigging. I’m going to need to teach him polite phrases, which is hard considering that he likes shouts best.
The next day:
Larry has been confined to my cabin for sneaking up on people and shouting: “Attack ! Attack ! All hands !”. I threatened to make parrot pie out of him, even though I can’t cook. He was unable to escape the cabin and wreaked it instead. I told him not to take his temper out on the innocent cabin, a phrase that he likes. He’s been pleading innocent for the cabin in the rigging for several hours now, and I can still hear snatches carried by the wind. If this goes on, I’ll have to muzzle him…
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
Ah, I’m glad that struggle ended well. It was rather intense at times! Good work, everyone! Onward we go!
Hopefully Larry will settle in. I whisper in his ear, “I won’t cause any trouble now!” Maybe that will help.
Captain HAWK ?=}
The ocean is empty. Literally. Nothing at all, whatsoever. At least the wind has abated, if it had, we’d be sunk.
“Hey Cheesy! Do you see anything up there?” *looks up at the crows nest*
He bleeps back rather sadly. Poopers. Nothin!
I check our course once more, adjust the sailds, call Cheesy to scrub the deck, and run down to our stores to rummage up some grub. We have…… pickles, a little hard tack, pickles, a dash of flour, pickles, and more pickles. Hmmmmmmm. That doesn’t leave us with many choices does it? I suppose we could delve into our storage of cabbages. But those might come in handy later if we run into any trouble. Pickles it is then! *reaches for jar*
((Please remember that I got into a bit of trouble. ))
With a huge crash, a jar of pickles topples off of the shelf and shatters over the floor. I grab the walls of the kitchen to keep myself steady as the floor of the Tinntinnabulting Tahr shudders violently. What’s going on?! I stumble out the door, being careful to avoid splintered glass and see Cheesy motioning frantically toward an quickly approaching vessel. Where did THAT come from?! It must be pierates! Ready the cabbage guns!
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
After the battle ended, my mind turned to more practical things–like dinner. I went to the hold to fetch some parsley, only to discover that the floor was covered in water, reaching above my ankles in some places.
Kokonilly was crouching amidst several barrels of cocoa powder and crates of oranges. She was desperately trying to plug a hole with marshmallows while holding her first-aid kit above the water. She smiled a little upon sighting me and asked if I could help her move a crate off of her foot. (Who knew broccoli could be so heavy!) Once that was done, we managed to plug the hole more securely with a cork, taken from a nearby, empty jug.
Now, Kokonilly is with me, making the filling for tonight’s pie.
We are having:
Potato soup with leeks in it.
Salad with nuts and dried fruits in it.
Pumpkin bread.
Key lime pie. (For eating not throwing!)
The galley smells wonderful…
((With meals like that, every sailor in port must want to join your crew!))
((118 – I refer you to my post. Please let that HTML work!))
((118, 119- Yum, I’d join!))
IBCF’S LOG OF THE SEAHAWK
114- “Onward to the Flavor Continent, then?”
118- *smells delicious things in galley* *dashes from deck to dinner table at whirlwind speed*
119 (Robert Coontz) – Thank you, Mr. Coontz! What would you have for dinner on board your own imaginary sailing ship?
120 (Kokonilly) – Did I misunderstand? I’m sorry. I made my best guess based on what you said. “Splotches of water” made me think that maybe you were some where that had sprung a leak. The mention of hiding behind a barrel made me think you were someplace used for storage, so I immediately thought of the hold. Could you give us a hint as to what kind of trouble you wanted to get into?
121 (KaiYves)- Well, you’re perfectly welcome to join! Would you like to?
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
The weather is a bit rough today. I discovered the hard way that I needed to keep the cookery tied down, or I’d get hit again. I went to Kokonilly’s office, so she could take a look at the lump on my head, but she wasn’t there. Come to think of it, I didn’t see her yesterday either. Where is she?
Land Ho! another island chain. yeah.
((123 – Haha. Perhaps I was too subtle. I was taken by the bunnies… there… just to spice things up. ))
Our cabbage guns tear into the enemy pierate ship. Yeah! It’s working! the pierates are squealing and running around like crazy to avoid the deadly cabbages. Amazing what a few vegetable can do!
THUMP!
What’ that? OMG! There’s another ship! The pierates created a diversion only to do a pincer movement around the other side of our ship! *runs across deck* *readies pies* I hope these hold out! We’ve been so low on supplies lately that pie filling is scarce!
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
Cerulean Pyros has made another delicious meal! Thank you very much!
KaiYves: We’d be happy to have you aboard!
Kokonilly appears to have been taken by the bunnies, if I understand correctly. If that’s true, then… She must be at the bottom of the sea with the ship!!! *Dashes back on deck*
I don’t think we should proceed until Kokonilly’s exact location is determined, and determined to be on board, not at the ocean floor… We’ll have to call a rescue mission if indeed she is with the sunken bunny ship.
Captain HAWK ?=}
125 (Kokonilly)- *Gasp!* That’s horrific! Don’t worry, we’ll save you!
127 (Captain HAWK)- Thank you! You are very welcome.
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
These past few hours (though they seem like years) have been grave and tense. Kokonilly is missing. If we have correctly interpreted the clues we have found, she was taken by the Bunnies. Seeing as we sank the ship the Bunnies were on, there isn’t a single hand on board who is not dreading the possibility that Kokonilly went down with the ship.
All work has ceased and all efforts are put to finding her. Everyone is on deck, scanning the water with spyglasses. The captain is considering sending some of us to dive down and search the wreck.
Wait! Something–or someone– is floating on a piece of wreckage! Could it be? Can’t quite tell… I hope she’s all right, wherever she is…
((Kokonilly, if you could tell us where you are or where you’d like to be found, that would be appreciated.))
((128 – Okay, sure. Hm… how about I was on the sinking ship? ))
Take that pierates!
Where did all these pierates come from? They’re pretty well stocked, meaning that they have some sort of access to goods nearby. That means LAND! That’s exactly what we need! *fends off pierate trying to board* ARG! *sees Cheesy pointing the cabbage guns* Yeah! *pierates scream and scatter* THose pierates got more then they bargained for! *watches pierates begin a hasty retreat*
Those pierates are gonna be back sooner or later! We’ve gotta get more supplies! *runs to wheel* Come on CHeesy! There’s land nearby!
We find the island a few hours later. Lurking around the coastline, we finally find a harbor and lower the anchor. Quietly, we crawl down from the ship and scope out the landscape. If you could ever all any place a typical tropical island, it would be this one. Totally jungle. TOTALLY. Talk about watching out for bizarre bugs and snakes. Each one a naturalist’s dream come true. Cheesy bleeps to me and follow him up to a clearing where…… EEKERS! It’s a deserted camp! With supplies and everything! It looks like the pierates haven’t returned yet from their cabbage escapade. *creeps into the camp*
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
At long last, relief!
Nigh an hour past, Kokonilly was spotted on a piece of driftwood. In truth, it was a miracle we even saw her, for the only light came from the moon and our lanterns.
A lifeboat was immediately lowered to bring her up. A great tension hung in the air as she was brought up, soaking wet and scarcely aware of her surroundings. We hastily wrapped her in several blankets and brought her into the kitchen, where it was warmest.
I re-heated some soup on the stove, knowing well she’d need something to bring warmth to her frozen bones. When she regained consciousness, she sipped the soup slowly and said quietly, “Thanks. That’s the first food I’ve had in days that wasn’t hardtack or boiled carrots. At least I was told they were carrots. They were really just flavorless orange mush.”
I reflected upon all the wonderful things that can be made from carrots. What a pity the Bunny chef decided to boil them!
Captain Hawk cleared his throat. “How did you get away from the Hot Pink Bunnies?”
Kokonilly shrugged. “I didn’t. They kept me locked up– I suspect they wanted to ransom me. The ship sank before they could do that, though, and I was in a lifeboat until a huge wave destroyed that, too. Then I don’t remember much except being rescued.”
“Are you all right now?” I asked.
“More or less. But you, Cerulean, have a lump on your head the size of a walnut. What did you do? Get hit on the head with a saucepan?”
I winced. “Er…yes.”
She looked from me to the carefully tied down cookware and hid a smile. Then she announced she was going to her cabin to sleep.
I am extremely glad she is safe and among us once more.
Now the midnight hour draws near and I must get some sleep myself…
1st officers log:
Larry has been chanting: “Hit on the head with the saucepan, hit on the head with a saucepan !” all day long. Well, at least he isn’t shouting attack anymore. Either I’m going deaf or I’ve finally adjusted to him. Kokonilly is slightly pale but fine, though Cerulean has been hit over the head (hence Larry’s chanting). The food is still excellent, though. There’s no sign of our enemies and the weather is beautiful. By my calculations, we’ll be at the flavor continent tomorrow. I’m going to act as a lookout in the crows nest, taking my work with me- Larry has pocked several holes in the right shoulder by trying to sit on it (I forbade him to do it, not wishing to look like a pirate) and I want to look my best when we get back to shore. He’s circling around, the mast, showing of his speed. As soon as I come up though, he`ll come and perch on the railing, asking for his share of whatever I’ve brought to compensate for missing teatime. I´d better go now…
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
At last, Kokonilly is back aboard, safely! It’s quite a relief. Now we can sail onward, and indeed we should be coming upon the flavor continent shortly. Depending upon how tired we are, we could rest a while in port, or just get some supplies and head back out to sea.
Cerulean now sports a nasty gash on the side of the head, a very unfortunate and surely terribly painful wound. Hopefully it will heal well and soon, but for now I feel I should offer to help around the kitchen somehow. Maybe I’ll ask if I can be of any use…
Captain HAWK ?=}
((109~ No, use the ratlines with your feet, just hold the shrouds with your hands. ))
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk, (Boatswain)
Our doctor is back with us, and we are all so relieved that Larry doesn’t even seem to be so annoying anymore, and even funny at times. Cerulean is keeping his spirits up, although his head must still be sore.
Meanwhile, we are making preparations to sail to the Flavor Continent. I’m excited, for I’ve never been there before and I always look forward to new ports.
The ship is in good condition, the crew has been diligent in making the needed repairs and upkeep. The ship is quiet now, the only sounds to be heard are the soft lapping of waves and creaking of wooden beams overhead. My lanthorn offers little light, so I will stop writing now and try to write more later.
As tomorrow is Sunday perhaps we’ll play some music and have a dance on the deck, perhaps I’ll be able to convince HAWK to join me in providing some lively tunes?
135-((Indeed, I’m starting to finally get used to climbing properly! I’ll do my best not to get killed while aboard my own ship ))
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
We are preparing to have a celebration aboard tomorrow, involving music and dancing, to celebrate our success in the recent battle and simply because we always enjoy music and dancing! The honorable Boatswain Midnight Fiddler has invited me to assist in providing the music, and I’d be delighted!
Captain HAWK ?=}
((136~ By all means, please try not to get killed anytime, not just when you’re on board, Sir. ))
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk, (Boatswain)
Well, it’s settled, tomorrow shall see dancing and music for the crew and our own captain will help provide the music.
I brush off my short, sky blue jacket*, readying myself for tomorrow.
It’s 15 minutes to 7 bells, so I decide to retire for my hammock, carefully blowing out my lanthorn so as to eliminate the danger of fire to the ship. As I drift off to sleep I smile to myself as I hear the sounds of an orderly ship making it’s way towards an exciting port and think of the excitement tomorrow should bring.
((*I see the uniform on board as a sky blue jacket (or dress coat for the officers) with yellow trim and pale yellow neckerchiefs. The shirts are light blue checked. White trousers/breeches/slops/petticoat breeches over fitted breeches and bare feet or pale orange stockings and black shoes with buckles. Of course, that’s just me imagining a fantasy-ish uniform reminiscent of Naval outfits. Correct me if I’m wrong.))
((137) I’m not sure about the checked shirts, but otherwise I love it !))
1st officers log:
Larry has decided to help me with finding all the pieces of my uniform, scattered on his various escapades. it’s more or less in good condition, except my neckerchief, which is beyond repair. I replace it with my hat. Then I have an idea. Larry (who is mostly blue) could wear it. By singing loudly enough, I pacify him so that I can tie it on him with very little collateral damage. My mess jacket looks like it’s been attacked by killer moths or hung on the practice dummy of a firing range. I hope the crew likes irish music, because Larry has been singing “The leaving of Liverpool”, my choice while wrestling him, for two hours straight and shows no sign of fatigue. At least he can expand his repertoire tomorrow. I’ll go to sleep now, while Larry goes through his phrases again. He is determined to return any greeting or noise during the party. We shall see…
134: Thank you for your concern, but it’s not a gash, it’s just a lump. A large lump, but not a very bad one. Yes, you may help in the kitchen. I’ll be needing help making food for the shindig mentioned in post 136.
135: The sentence “Cerulean is keeping his spirits up, although his head must still be sore” is very thoughtful, but I feel I must tell you that I’m a girl. Was there anything in particular that made you think I was a boy?
Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
Captain Hawk has declared a celebration! Tomorrow there shall be music, dancing and merrymaking on the deck. This calls for some special food, I think. The menu is not yet complete, but it shall include:
Chocolate Tarts.
Mini Quiches of various sorts.
Cookies (Key lime, chocolate chip, pumpkin and others).
Pretzels.
Fruit.
Cheese Cubes.
Veggie platter.
A few other tidbits that I’ve not yet thought of.
The captain has offered to help me in the kitchen while my head is healing. His assistance will be greatly appreciated while making all this.
Molasses has been enjoying sitting on the deck, watching the flying fish that seem quite common in these waters. The fish jump higher than any other sea creature I’ve ever seen, sometimes jumping all the way over the ship. It’s quite amazing.
We are almost to the Flavor Continent! I’m so excited!
Doctor’s Log of the Seahawk
Oh, goodness. At last, I seem to be safe aboard the Seahawk. Larry’s considerably less annoying (yay!), but Cerulean was injured slightly.
I am off carrots for a very long time.
((139~ Sorry, I wasn’t entirely sure, but opted for male, I don’t know why but that’s what your name sounds like to me. Of course, people have thought Midnight Fiddler does too. I’ll store away that information though, sorry!))
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk, Boatswain
Today was glorious fun. We all turned out on the decks and played and danced for several hours. We started with “Have A Pie”, of course, and then Larry sang “The Leaving of Liverpool” much to the merriment of all on board, at last the pest is making some use of his talent.
Cyrulean made loads of wonderful delicacies and we all greatly enjoyed them. She is an excellent cook, I couldn’t decide on a favorite treat!
((I drew some pictures today, Red-tailed HAWK in his uniform, and myself in mine. I’m going to try and draw the rest of the crew in the next few days. I might get them sent in, but don’t hold your breath.))
*Bangs into seahawk with BFF*
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
((Is the party over? Sometimes Muse adventure time is slightly (or significantly) warped to accommodate everybody who comes on at different times, so I’m just checking. We can move on with the story if you like…))
((141-Wow, I’d like to see those drawings!))
The food is delicious, the music is wonderful, and the dance is going well! Everything seems to be a success!
Soon we will be upon the flavor continent. Perhaps we can stock up on any food Cerulean needs and anything else anyone else wants before sailing on to the East. I’ve been recording the main events and plotting our journey on a map for future reference.
Captain HAWK ?=}
((143~ I’ll try to get them to you sometime. I still have to make a list of the rest of the crew so I know who to draw.))
((Announcement I am drawing (although not very well) what I imagine the crew of the Seahawk to look like. If you wish me to make one that slightly resembles you, please let me know, along with details (just girl/boy/hair(color and length, approximate)/station on crew/preferences–nothing fancy, I’m not very good at drawing so there’s not a lot of detail). Otherwise I’ll just draw you how I imagine you to look. Be forewarned that it may take me awhile, I’m a first class procrastinator.))
Could I get a summery? I REALLY don’t want to read through thirteen pages of not-the-shortest posts. *cowers at thought* *twitch twitch* *twitchtwitchtwitch*
Finally I am back! For a short time anyway!
And now! We had just entered the pierates camp! And they have food! And it’s NOT pickles! fAbulous! *eats food* And look! Fresh pie guns! Am yall thinking what I’m thinking? *hears creak* *turns around* *sees pierates surrounding the camp* EEKERS! Quick! To the pie guns!
142: I don’t understand. Could you explain, please?
144: Actually, I’d like to know what you think I look like, but if you would prefer to work from a description, I can give you one.
145: Sure! First of all, you don’t need to know everything that has happened in those thirteen threads. All you really need to know to get started is on this thread. After you’ve read it through, if you want to join, just pick a ship and an unoccupied position and join!
147~ I was going to use the general description that you posted on your first log (I don’t know the post # and I’m too lazy to look it up), but since I’d planned on drawing a sort of common uniform I don’t know. I think I’ll just go with your description and drop the formal uniform idea, since the general feeling on the ships here isn’t very formal. The clothes will have a common theme, but not super formal. If you want to give a description you can, it’s entirely up to you, No doubt my drawings will still be influenced by what I imagine. Like I said though, they’re going to be generic, not much detail I can really draw since I’m not very good.
*groan* Oh no. Oh no oh no. OK. So, as you can imagine, our small group was hopelessly taken by surprise by the pierates and we were clobbered. And now we’re prisoners. Yep. THat’s right. We’re just a-sitting here tied to this pole over here while the pierates eat delicious smelling food and play horseshoes. No lie. HORSESHOES! At least they don’t know about the Tinntinnabulating Tahr. That would be really bad. Not that it’s not already bad. I turn to Cheesy, saying, “There’s got to be some way to get out here! Don’t loose……” I pause at Cheesy’s hopeless expression. “…….hope.” Cheesy doesn’t look reassured. Alas.
Ship’s log of the Black-footed Ferret:
I have landed at the port of Truffle in chocolate. I am waiting for the pierates to come so I may pay them to release the crew of the Seahawk.
So, the pierates finally went to sleep after playing horseshoes for an annoyingly long amount of times.
The fires are dying down slowly and I look around for some way to break free. But I see none. Cracker Jack! THere must be SOME way!
Suddenly, a hand falls over my mouth, silencing my scream. I look up to see a thin, little man in exotic dress. His eyes are painted exaggeratingly and odd tatoos are laced up his arms.
“Gala yo batawanga kigab furkin!” he whispers quietly. I would have said “what?” but his hand was still on my mouth.
He shakes his head like I’ll a idiot, since he can tell I dont’ understand and cuts my bonds with a knife that he pulled from some belt he has hanging at his side. One glance tells me that another native is doing the same for CHeesy. Well, this is convenient. The man motions for me to follow and I stumble blindly after him into a band of trees. Behind me, I hear the soft padding of feet on the jungle floor. I hear a short scream moment later and I can only assume the worst for the pierates. Cheesy bleeps nervously beside me and I hope fervantly that the same fate doesn’t come to us. *gulp*
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
At last, we have arrived! We proudly sail into port Truffle in Chocolate, to find TMFA awaiting a Pierate ship said to have captured us. As far as I know, we defeated the pierates and sunk their ship, though I appreciate your kind consideration and effort! If you are ever in trouble, we’ll do everything we can to help. Meanwhile, since we’re in port together, shall we all gather for a meal and visit?
Captain HAWK ?=}
1st officers log:
I take leave and go explore port truffle. I´m teaching Larry about different types of chocolate, and he`s learning quickly, especially since he’s much admired by the locals and always get a free bit of chocolate, once I’ve explained that I’m not a pirate. I meander cheerfully, seeing the sights. I’ll be back for dinner though, since we might have visitors and since our cook now has new supplies and will probably create an awesome meal. We’ve all become spoiled by the good food dished up by our excellent cook. I purchase a life supply of chocolate and continue down Sweat avenue.
150: Kiwimuncher and Cheesy, crew of the Tintinnabulating Tahr , are the ones who have been captured by Pie-
rates.Cook’s Account of the Travels of the Seahawk
We have arrived in Port Truffle in the nation of Chocolate.
Molasses (who insisted on coming with me) and I are currently in a marketplace along Sweet Avenue, stocking up on supplies and tasting new foods. I have been introduced to a kind of pepper that I plan on never trying again. I ate it two hours ago and my mouth still hurts!
On the bright side, I have found some delicious fruits, vegetables and spices that I look forward to experimenting with.
Molasses was rather frightened by the unusual pet of a woman buying spices. This pet was a leopard wearing a diamond collar. When Molasses began yowling in fear, the woman looked over at me and gave me an artificial smile.
“What is your…little cat…yowling about, girl?”“Your leopard.”
“Your cat needn’t be frightened. Sir Lionheart Manfred Leopold Constantine the Third is quite tame.”
Then she walked away haughtily, her heavy jewels glinting in the sun. Had she left a moment later, she would have heard me dissolve into laughter over her pet’s name.
When I’ve finished shopping, I plan to explore the city’s Museum of Chocolate.
This evening, The Man For Aeiou, captain of the Black-footed Ferret , is going to be our dinner guest, so I must prepare for that.
I believe we shall have:Tomato Soup
Herb Bread
Kebabs featuring some unusual vegetables and new spices
Fruit Salad with a new fruit resembling an orange pomegranate.
Chocolate Mousse with Mint
Oh, dear. Molasses is scuffling with a lobster. I’d better take care of this…
(My apologies for the double post.)
Oh, dear. I must have messed up the HTML; I didn’t mean to italicize it all. Oops…
*Waits for pierates*
Seahawk bo’sun’s journal
We are now in the Port of Truffle, in the Island (continent?) of Chocolate. The air is fragrant and a lovely temperature, not too hot or cold, just perfect to keep all the chocolate the right consistency.
There are all sorts of exotic spices and plants here, I am amazed every time I go out walking.
I must go now, I need to check on my stores. I hope there is a shop for extra ropes and sail needles as good as there is for delicious treats!
The native brings us into a dimly lit camp and motions for us to lay down on the ground. Cheesy and I sit carefully beside each other, not knowing what to expect. The native man leaves and we sit in silence, staring worriedly at each other. Well, as long as….. as….. *yawn* as we….. we…. stay very a…lert and…… keep a go….od eye look…..ing……… *snore*
What’s going on on this thread? Am I the only one sailing these seas?
Sails.
1st officers journal:
Everyone is enjoying their time ashore in this wonderful port. Still, I can already feel thee urge to return to sea. I’ve bought a new set of maps for the seas beyond the flavor continent and am sure to use it. Larry has taken the choice of returning it off my hands: he ate away part of the lower right corner; fortunately, it contained only deep sea. Some day that bird will eat something poisonous and get bad indigestion from it; that’ll serve him right. If Larry knows about this peril, he is blissfully ignoring it. I’m quite sure that parrots aren’t meant to eat dress coats and neckerchiefs- but Larry stops short of nothing but the buttons, which he is eyeing balefully. He’s having the time of his life telling complete strangers to batten down their hatches and furl various sails, as well as informing them that they are very bad parrots and won’t get any dinner. I hope we will sail before he gets me into bad trouble…
(Having read the entire thread, I shall have to make my decision. Hm… Would it be alright if I made my own ship? If that’s not alright, I will gladly join… Probably the Seahawk, although I might decide to go for one of the others. Let’s see… If I join the Seahawk, I will probably be the ship scientist. You know what, forget the new ship idea. I’ll just join the Seahawk. If that’s alright. I’ll start working on it now.)
Another ship put into port a few days ago. I hope to sail away with it when it goes. However, I’m not telling anyone I’m applying, for fear I won’t get it. Too many times I’ve been rejected… But I’ll succeed someday. Other happenings: My old journal got so full I was forced to move to this new one. I had another lesson with Miss Watchwing, and she taught me about Furlwings. They’re fascinating. Miss Watchwing’s lessons are the only things I’d miss if I could leave.
(I’ll type more when I hear word whether I can join or not. *makes mental note to check on this thread every few days*)
Errata (Naile Silven): I’m happy to have you aboard! There is an unused cabin that can be set up as a laboratory for you.
Cook’s Account of the Marvelous and Astounding Travels of the Seahawk
We are still in Port Truffle, although I suspect we will be leaving soon.
So far, I have had a marvelous time. I stocked up on supplies, explored the Museum of Chocolate, and toured the royal palace of the Maharajah Choklit the Fifty-Ninth.
I realize that I have not related all of these adventures. Therefore, I shall do so now.
The Museum of Chocolate:
The aforementioned is a large building, housing hundreds of years’ worth of chocolate-related artifacts. I saw everything from displays of candy-wrapper art to the private chocolate-drinking set of the Maharajah Choklit the Third. The visit was interesting but uneventful.
The royal palace of the Maharajah Choklit the Fifty-Ninth:
Our trip began like every other visitor’s: we waited in ridiculously long lines, gasped at the beautiful architecture, and joined a tour with an overly-enthusiastic guide.
Two dozen ornate rooms later, I paused to examine a tapestry. When I looked up, the tour group was gone. There were five corridors branching off from the one I was on. I selected the widest, best-lit one, and set off. I stuck my head into several rooms, but saw nobody. Finally, I rounded a corner and almost collided with a teenage boy carrying a tennis racket.
“Excuse me, but can you help me find my tour group?”
“Tour group? Why would you want to find a tour group?”
“Because I’m lost.”
“Oh. How boring. Listen, instead of wandering through the absolutely thrilling fifty-seven almost identical rooms on the tour, why don’t you play tennis with me?”
“Sorry, I don’t know how.”
“Who cares! Neither do I.”
He grabbed my arm and dragged my to a courtyard. I had a terrible feeling that I wasn’t supposed to be there.
A few tennis points later, I discovered that the boy had been lying about not knowing how to play.
Suddenly, a man with a serious face, wearing black robes, entered with a pretty girl wearing a silk turquoise dress. He stopped short. “Your Highness, who is she ?”
“She’s the Princess Tangelo.”
“ I’m Princess Tangelo!” The other girl exclaimed at the same time that I insisted I was no princess.
“You’re not Princess Tangelo?” The boy-who I now realized was the Maharajah-asked me.
“No! My name is Cerulean Pyros, and I’m the cook and map keeper aboard the Seahawk .”
“You’re a cook?” Princess Tangelo said curiously.
“Yes.”
“I’m a food connoisseur- would you mind letting me taste some of your food?”
I smiled and handed them each a cookie I had baked that morning.
Choklit gasped. “I hereby order you to quit your job to come and work for me.”
I refused.
He insisted.
We argued.
When he ordered the guards to keep me from leaving the palace, I ran to the garden wall and started to climb it.
Choklit yelled “Stop that cook!” Then the Maharajah himself grabbed my ankle.
“Chokie! What are you doing?” a woman yelled sternly.
“N-n-nothing, Mama.”
“As long as you’re breathing you’re doing something. Right now, I see that you’re playing hooky from your royal duties and chasing girls. Again.”
The Maharajah explained-with the Princess Tangelo’s input where he had made himself sound too flattering.
The Maharajah’s mother shook her head. “Young lady, you may return to your ship. I formally apologize on the Maharajah’s behalf.” I thanked her and she nodded.
As I left, I heard her say, “Chokie, give the Princess a tour of the palace, and then go to your room,” and then softly to the man wearing black, “I like that Princess. She keeps her facts straight.”
When I got back to the ship, everyone wanted to know where I had been. They loved the story, but they have me to blame for Larry’s latest phrase: “Chokie, go to your room!”
Doctor’s Log of the Seahawk
Someone new – Errata’s her name, I think – joined us today as the ship scientist. I hope we can cooperate to develop new, portable, waterproof medication. (Some cotton got wet a few days ago and rotted. It smells really, really bad.)
We’re in Port Truffle, wherever that may be, and there are a ton of new plants. I plan to experiment with these for new medications for various wounds.
Most members of the crew have been exploring, as have I. I purchased some new cotton, and stocked up on various medicines, and learned from a pharmacist that hydrogen peroxide is not okay to put on wounds. Apparently it causes scarring. Consequently, our hydrogen peroxide has gone unused.
I should go and meet Errata (the new scientist) now. Au revoir!
I got the job! We set sail three days from now. I’ve been spending most of my time aboard ship, meeting everyone. They all call me Errata, thanks to the parrot. Apparently, he heard some latin-speaking person talking about errata, and liked the word. Then, when I came onboard and spoke to him, he said, “Hello. Errata.” and went on about his business. The people that heard him took up calling me that, and introduced me to the rest of the ship as Errata. So now, I have a new name. I like it though. A new name, to go with my new life. I’m so excited!
1st officers log:
We now have an new member of the crew: Errata, the ships scientist. Larry has taken to her well- he keeps singing “Errata, Errata” every time someone new comes on board. I’ve tethered him to the rail outside, to stop him from eating the maps I’m pouring over. The ships is ready to sail as soon as the captain should give the order, so I’m busy familiarizing myself with the flavor continent. Larry is hollering something outside- I better go get him before he is successful in insulting someone and someone makes parrot pie of of him.
Well, it turned out that the natives were very nice and they led us back to our ship with a few provisions. I asked about the area but they didn’t know all that much. Quite a pity really. I suppose we’ll just have to map the area ourselves.
By the next morning, we’re sailing out on the deep blue once more, hopefully with no more pierates and more ports to get supplies on the way. at least we’re well stocked with cabbages again.
Around evening, Cheesy calls down from the lookout post, “Bleep! Bleep bleepen bleepery bloop!”
I rush to the ship’s side and peer through my telescope to confirm Cheesy’s exclamation. Yes! I see it! Another ship! And it looks familiar! I hurry to the wheel to adjust the Tintabulating Tahr’s direction.
as we near the approaching ship, my theory is confirmed! It’s the one and only Blackfooted Ferret! TMFA! HAve you had good sailing?
Yes, Yes i have. very relaxing sailing around some tropical islands I found. Onward, togeather, great muncher!
1st officers log:
Larry has expanded his vocabulary. He’s referring to our cook as “cookie” now. I don’t know whether I should wring his neck or be happy that he can remember a name- abeit one that he made up. I’m stuffing myself on chocolate-but to be honest, I can’t wait to set out again. I miss the wide open blue skies… The weather is fair, 12 knots SSW and 3ft swell, as well as sunny. I’ve just realized that I put Larry before the weather on this entry- I must have a serious case of parrot on the brain.
Cook’s Account of the Astounding Travels of the Seahawk
I have been given a nickname.
The first mate’s parrot, Larry, has taken to calling me “cookie”. I must say that I’m far from being fond of it, but at least he’s stopped calling the cat “daft feather-ball”.
I’ve just finished gathering ingredients for supper.
We’re having:
Rotini pasta with tomato sauce and optional peas and cheese
Garlic bread
Chocolate and cranberry cookies
We should be setting out soon: the crew is happy, but restless.
Goodness! It’s been too long sice we’ve sailed the ocean blue! I suppose that it’s a very good thing and TMFA and I are sailing together as a mini fleet, as as to avoid unnecessary pie-rate attentions. It’s a good thing that we both have our cabbage guns at the ready!
This morning, Cheesy spotted a small island approaching to the west and we are heading there right now! It’s oddly shaped and sticking out of the water in a way that I hope we can find a place to dock.
1st officers log:
The restlessness has grown into open unrest. Larry is still annoying-sometimes I want to brain that daft featherball. The wind is dying in the heat is getting irritating. i hope we can leave soon.
Mayday, Mayday ! We seem to have lost our captain. Captain Hawk !!!
We reach the island around….. *checks watch*….. 5:00. Just in time to grab some grub before we search the coastline for a safe place to dock. *goes to galley* And…… we’ve got some loverly biscuits and gravy. I do like gravy. What would you say to some peaches and a special treat, brownies? YEs. I know they don’t go together exactly. We’ve gotta work with what we’ve got. Our stores are low. Anywho…… *fixes dinner*
After a scrumptious, however mixmatched dinner, we circle the island, searching for a place to dock safely. Most of it’s just sheer cliff. Not very ship friendly. We eventually find a promising inlet and sail closer. Before we reach too close, we drop anchor and row to shore. The search took longer mthen planned and the sun is going mdown quickly. Let’s set up camp by the beach? What’cha think? Get a little shut eye? I’ll take first watch!
1st officer:
I write with grievous tidings. The captain went ashore a few days ago and never returned. I’ll go ashore to inquire. Hopefully this is all some mistake- This is paper, NOT food, you demented parrot ! It’s your own fault for calling the cook “cookie”. NO, you CAN’T come. Go bother someone else.
What the heck is this?
BOnjour monsieur! We are sailing the Muserly world, charting the map! If that’s the right phrase. Actually I think it’s not. BUt you get the idea. Would you like to join my crew? Pwease?
Sure!
((Where are we?))
we have just landed on a undiscovered island far out in the west of Museica. It’s very rocky and cliff like, so it was pretty hard to find a good port, but we did and now we’re hanging out ofk the beach.
*listens to the crickets* Well. At least we know something on thsi island’s familiar.
Could someone else from the Seahawk report in ?!
(( Sorry!
Captain Hawk hasn’t been on in a bit, so we have a choice: we can wait for him to come back, or we can go ahead and leave the port. ( Not mutiny, just make a general decision for the sake of being prudent– I think it’s clear that we’ll go bonkers if we stay much longer.)
Another thought: As the first mate, you, bookgirl_me, should technically be the one to decide, going by rank.
The crew should definitely discuss this.
Thoughts, anyone?))
I’m sitting on watch, roasting a marshmellow, because marshmellows are awesome. I whistle a little tune under my breath and suddenly I hear an echo of the song, as if someone where copying me. Maybe sound resonates oddly here? *whistles again* *hears tune repeated back to me* *sees no-one else awake* Weird. erm……
And then I see a shape approaching in the distance…………
Here’s a list of the current crew of the Sea Hawk(with rank):
Captain Hawk
Me-1st officer
Cerulean Pyros-Ship’s (gourmet) cook
Kokonilly-Ship’s doctor
Errata- Scientist
Midnight Fiddler- Bos’un
IBCF- (please post and remind me, I only joined this thread)
Since there are so many of us, I would like to ask the opinion of the rest of the crew before setting out. My deadline is next Friday- unless someone protests, we round the cape (name ?) to the sea of mint, visiting various ports there, but only staying max. 2 weeks, after which any present crewmember can set sail. Any suggestions on our route ? I would suggest going north, but we can also go south and visit Dor.
181 (bookgirl_me): Sounds good to me.
You asked for route suggestions. Earlier (post 43), Captain Hawk planned to head east after we’re finished with the Flavor Continent. I vote that we follow those orders.
When Captain Hawk returns, I don’t want him to think we took over.
I’m not mutinous–just bored.
(IBCF’s official title is “Head of Air Department.” I’m not quite sure what that means, though.)
I hope he’ll be back before then. We’ve only visited port truffle so far, so it should take us a while. If not, we’ll go that way. I don’t think it’s mutiny, since Captain Hawk has been away for 2 months and ten days…
The captain is missing. This is disturbing, and I begin to imagine a plot to keep us from exploring, but I’m sure I’m just exaggerating the danger, as usual. We are debating weather to start out anyway, or not. I moved that we go on. I’m not sure how many more words the parrot can learn before I go insane with annoyance, and I didn’t join to sit around. I hope we can go soon, but the rest of the crew seems concerned about ‘mutiny’. I guess I should’ve done more reading before joining a ship’s crew, because I’m frankly not even sure what the term means. Reminds me of mutton. Maybe it’s some new way of cooking things? But it’s the first officer that’s most concerned about it, not the cook. Doesn’t make sense. Well, I’ll find a discreet way to find out soon. Asked the cook about a recipe for parrot soup. Alas, no luck. I’ll ask around in the city tomorrow. Nice, light, breeze today, clear skies. Not good for making impressive scientific observations, but good for spending time outside.
((Mutiny=a revolt on board a ship against the captain. As the first officer, it’s my responsibility to take command should the captain be unfit of duty (dead, absent). But if he is still here, then I’m revolting against him, which I/we don’t want to do, since
a) We like captain Hawk
and
b) punishments for mutiny are usually fatal for the ringleaders (hanging…), though I hope our rules aren’t as strict.
If you can, try and read “Lieutenant Hornblower” (the second Hornblower book). It has mutiny in it ))
1st officers Log:
I’ve surveyed the Sea Hawk and found her shipshape. The rigging is complete, the pumps fully functional. We have enough water and I’ll confer with the cook as to our provisions after finishing this entry. The weather is fair, with clear skies, though I hope the wind increases a little. Even if it clocks enough to blow straight into the harbor entrance, we’ll be able to tack out nicely, as the entrance is deep and wide. Larry is squawking again, so I tethered him in my cabin. I’ll check in on him after dinner.
((I know what mutiny is, but my character doesn’t.))
Found out what ‘mutiny’ is. I pretended I had been mishearing the 1st officer, and asked why she was talking about mutton. I was told that it was rising up against captain, and taking over the ship. Interesting. I’ll use it to impress people next time I’m in port, or tomorrow, if we don’t leave. Off to find parrot now. He’s been quiet since a squawking outburst earlier, which makes me uneasy. Hope he hasn’t decided my samples are food.
Very nice hear, isn’t it? the cliffs are white. the sand is too. It’s filled with Parrots. I call this Island Parrotdise!
It is very parroty. An toucany too.
I blink my eyes and see the appraoching figure clearly as a man with large amounts of parrots on his shoulders.
“Hello.” he says. “I’m Joe the parrot-ier. Would you like to come to my humble abode?”
“Sure.” we say and follow him and his color parrots.
Ship’s log of the Seahawk
I apologize for my long absence–thank you for being so patient, and for keeping up with the Seahawk! I hereby give First Mate Bookgirl_me permission to take over the Seahawk for bit until I am feeling better. (I became ill while on land, and will now be resting in my cabin…)
Unfortunately, this isn’t so far from the truth, given my– ACHOOO!!! *retreats to cabin before getting anyone else sick*
The earliest I might be back is this afternoon, but I can’t say for sure…
Captain HAWK ?=}
We’re off! The Captain returned to us after staying in an inn for a while, too ill to send word to us. Even now he’s staying in his cabin, while Bookgirl sails. Which is not mutiny, since she has permission. Didn’t get a chance to impress people with my large vocabulary. Can’t do it on ship. I’ll have to wait until the next port. Of course, the way my luck is, it’ll be a port that is mainly sailors, or something. Parrot annoying. Conducting research to determine why. Believe it stems from… Actually, I have no clue. I’ll have to make up something about ‘Espred’s Law of Annoyance’. Don’t know if they’ll fall for it though.
1st officers log:
Captain Hawk is ill, but thankfully still very much alive and present. We have set sail an hour ago. The wind is light, and we’re on beam reach; an ideal sail. Errata has been conducting some sort of study on Larry, but when I offered to lend en ((you’re a girl, right ?)) Larry, if possible for a very long time, en refused. Our current destination is port mint, but if we spot an interesting island on the way we’ll definitely stop.
((Yep. Female. I think that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. Maybe I should include something in my name to indicate that I am. Hm…))
Study of Larry failed. First officer offered to lend me him for as long as necessary, but I had already finished (see test #34) and refused. Got the impression that 1st officer tired of Larry, or something. Slight chance of rain. Now off to check the cargo hold, calculate total density of cargo. Expect this to take some time. Wonder what cargo they have? Wonder what they’ll have at next port. Come to that, I wonder what the next port is. I’ll find out.
When we reach Joe’s home, I’m amazed. It’s a large tree house and there are parrots everywhere! It’s like a giant aviary! He has a coolness elevator system worked out and we ride it up into the tree’s canopy.
1st officers log:
The weather is relatively fair, winds getting stronger. I’ve spotted a small island on the starboard and think an expedition would do no harm. We’ll be there in about 4 hours if the winds prevails- I’ll proceed with the arrangements for the landing party immediately. Larry is sulking and looking depressed. He’s stopped talking but for a mutter here and there. I hope he hasn’t got some sort of sickness, since I almost miss his ridiculous banter.
I look out over the ocean. I look thru my spyglass. The ocean, the Filling Sea once more, filled with islands. Pie and Pi isles, off in the distance.
Doctor’s Log of the Seahawk
Ehh. The captain’s ill, but it’s just a minor cold. He’s is ‘quarantine’ for now, if you will, to prevent an epidemic. We live in close quarters here, and it would not do if everyone got sick.
Ship’s Log of the Seahawk
At last, my cold seems to have passed! First Mate Bookgirl_me has been doing an excellent job in my absence. I thank her for her great leadership of the Seahawk, and offer to relieve her from captain duties whenever she is ready. Regardless, I am open to pursuing whatever adventures she or others are interested in. We seem to be sailing near a small island that I do not recognize.
Captain HAWK ?=}
We’re heading toward land! I hope we stop, as I am getting bored. Turned out little of the cargo, which was mostly food, was in measurable crates. Asked 1st officer about creating a glass box roughly 5′ square, with marks at the gallon points, etc., but all I got was a odd glance. Further explanation yielded no results, other than odd glances. Must find successful experiment to conduct soon, impress all with results. Barometer showing rain to be likely. Now off to ask 1st officer about stopping. Enjoy bugging her, although the Captain would know better. Larry not talking anymore. Perhaps he misses the port. I don’t know. Told Ship Cook about likely hood of rain, and spent rest of afternoon tying down saucepans. Don’t know why, but Cook kept rubbing one section of her forehead. People not impressed by my knowledge of Artat’s Theory of why a ship moves through water. Come to think of it, it rather has some holes in it. Re-writing it in scientific journal. See theory #28.
TMFA? Are you still with me?
I thought we were on Parrotdise.
Anywho, I look out over Joe the parrot-ier’s porch and add this little island to my Museica map in progress.
A blue parrot cocks it head at me and flys onto my head with a soft “put put” sound. It’s feet tickle and I laugh despite myself.
((We are. Up really high on it. We can see far up here))
Okey day!
Joe the parrot guy showed us around his island today, which I’ve found is totally beautiful. I haven’t seen any sign of anyone else. I guess Joe is a hermit.
After much visiting with Joe and his parrots, we leave Parrotdise with plenty of provisions. With one last wave to the lonely parrot-tier, we sail off into the sunset. (doesn’t everyone dream of sailing into the sunset somewhere)
1st officer:
I’m now relieved from captain duties and acting as a lookout in the crows nest. The captain agreed to go and visit a small, uncharted island off the coast. It looks beautiful and I think that the flora and fauna will interest the ship’s scientist, and the vegetation seems to be lush. We shall see. Larry is still sulking. I enjoy the silence, but am starting to worry. I know very little about parrots, and I wonder what he ate last.
We barely make it out into the ocean blue before a fearsome storm hits.
“Take down the sails Cheesy!” I scream over the roar of the waves and wind. Rain hits our faces in buckets.
With relief, Cheesy releases the sails just as the next gust of wind racks the Tintinnabulating Tahr. I find myself holding onto the wheel for dear life. I hope TMFA’s OK.
Suddenly, the ship shudders violently and grounds to a halt. Screaming, I’m thrown with the force off of the ship and….. into knee deep water. Amazing, we’ve hit land somehow. Rain restricts my vision, so I climb back onto the ship and search around for Cheesy around the deck for some time before I bump into him.
Bleep? he asks.
I nod and we escape the wet into our cabin.
I have washed a shored upon an island.
I start to explore.
Cook’s Account of the Stupendous Travels of the Seahawk
I am writing this in the middle of making dinner. Larry is in the doorway, chattering about some pirate gang he must have heard about while in port.
Dinner tonight shall consist of:
Beet salad
A pasta dish with spinach, pecans, and lemon
Raspberry sherbet
It should be quite tasty.
There seems to be some sort of excitement on deck…
An island has been spotted. It’s not on any of my charts, and to our knowledge it is unexplored and unknown! Captain Hawk has announced that we shall explore it. This should be great fun…
Cook’s newly hired helper account of the sea-sickening travels of the Seahawk
I used to live on the island of Ilepokokobainaru. Then, a ship, known as the Seahawk, landed, and said it needed a cook’s helper. Having nothing better to do, I joined, only later to find out that we would be traveling on and on! And on! And on!… I wish I could go back ho- *tear stains*
Cheesy and I emerge from The Tintinnabulating Tahr to find ourselves on a delightful island. How loverly! I hope TMFA landed somewhere nearby! We immediately go off to scout for the BlackFootedFerret.
1st officer:
I need to tell Larry to leave to new arrival alone. We’re going to need to have an even more serious talk, that parrot and I. We have a new crew member, the cook’s helper. He looks a little homesick- I think I’ll go talk to him. After all, adventure is always scary at first. We’ve picked up some coconuts on the island and the cook has made a coco-lime cocktail that’s fabulous.
Cook’s Account of the Fast-Paced Travels of the Seahawk
A lot has happened in the past forty-eight hours. We went ashore to explore the island and made several startling discoveries.
As soon as the jollyboat touched shore, we jumped out and dragged it further up the beach, so that the tide would not carry it away.
The captain assigned duties, according to our areas of expertise. I was given the task of mapping the island–not an easy job, but necessary.
We marched first into the jungle. As we tramped through thick underbrush, I made a huge mistake. I paused to taste a mango. Sadly, my tarrying caused me to get separated from the others.
I ran aimlessly ahead, calling out the names of my shipmates. I did not notice the net until it was too late. I had been caught in a hunter’s trap.
At first, I was too annoyed to realize that this could only mean one thing:
the island was inhabited.I slowly went about cutting myself down. I had my sword and two kitchen knives. As the rope snapped, I tumbled out—and landed on someone. As I stood up, I saw that it was a roughly garbed young man, armed to the teeth. And he was not alone.
The one I landed on was not pleased. “Who are you? How did you get here?”
I cleared my throat. “Um, I’m Indigo Fire. My ship was wrecked. I am the only survivor, to my knowledge.” I didn’t trust them.
Apparently, they didn’t trust me, either. The men argued about what to do with me. Finally, the one I fell on–whom the men called Sharky–announced something that made my heart sink. “We’ll take her to Captain Steelhand.”
Captain Steelhand! One of the most notorious pirates to sail the Seven Seas!
It was dark when we reached the pirate camp.
I had refused to cooperate by walking, so Sharky slung me over his shoulder. Rather unpleasant, but at least he was cleaner and more polite than the others.
They entered the largest hut and dropped me to the floor.
Sharky went behind a curtain, and I could hear him talking.“Captain, we have returned from scouting.”
“You’re rather late. What kept you?”
“We made a discovery. Would be willing to come over here?”He returned with another man. Had I not known his identity, I would have thought he looked respectable. But his shining, metal, left hand was impossible to ignore.
“Who is she?”
Sharky repeated my story. Steelhand shook his head. “Nonsense.”He took my sword and pulled it from the sheath. “It says right here, ‘Property of Cerulean Pyros, of the Seahawk ‘.
Mister Sharky, how is it that you missed that detail?”Sharky had no reply.
Steelhand scowled. “So, you’re one of Captain Hawk’s crew. The ship must be close by. We must find it. Lock her up, Sharky. We’ll deal with her in the morning.”
I was locked up in a tiny room with no windows. I wondered how I would be “dealt with”. Were my shipmates worried? Were they looking for me?
I dozed off.I started awake when I heard a noise. The door was being unlocked.
It swung open. The moon revealed two people: Sharky and a boy about my age. Sharky nodded. “Good, you’re still here.” He pulled me to my feet. “Can you find your ship?” I didn’t reply. He sighed. “Miss, I’m letting you escape.” He pulled something from his coat. “I’m a Sea Guard
Lieutenant. I’ve been pretending to work for Steelhand so we can infiltrate his crew.” I examined his I.D. It looked genuine.“All right, I believe you,” I said.
He looked relieved. “This is Enceladus. He’s a local. He’ll help you get back. Oh, and here’s your gear.”
“Thank you,” I said to the Lieutenant. “Let’s go,” I told Enceladus.
As Enceladus and I ran through the jungle, we talked about our lives. He lived in a village on the other side of the island, which he says is called “Ilepokokobainaru”. I told him about the ship. He was very impressed.
We reached the ship in record time. The crew was frantic.
“Captain Hawk, I’m back. This is–”
“Not now, Cerulean. We’re forming a search party. Cerulean went missing and…Cerulean! You’re back!”I introduced Enceladus, and explained about the pirates. Concerned, the crew got ready to leave.
Kokonilly noticed I was limping. I told her it was nothing–I tripped over a tree root–but she insisted on giving me a check-up.
When I re-joined the crew, Captain Hawk announced that he wanted to hire Enceladus as a cook’s helper. I was surprised, but agreed and welcomed him aboard.
We sailed to Encaladus’ village, where he said good-bye, and the rest of us chatted with the locals.
We are now sailing onward. Enceladus is nice and helpful, but he seems terribly homesick. I’ll try to reassure him that we’ll visit Ilepokokobainaru again sometime.
We just finished exploring an island! It was very exciting. Must remember to ask captain what we will call this island. Or first mate, since she’s less busy. Cook went missing, but turned up before search party assembled. Collected several unknown plant specimens, including thirteen small trees, four extremely small plants, yet to be identified, and thirty-eight assorted other plants. Planing on observing their growth, naming and classifying them, and finding places to plant. For now, I put them in pots, tied securely to side of boat. Half the crew insisting that largest tree papaya. Told them it was obviously not, since it lacked the characteristic blossoms/fruit of this time of year. Now hoping that papayas don’t have different habits in this section of the world.
We come across the Black Footed Ferret around evening. We don’t see TMFA anywhere inside the ship, so we look around to see footprints leading into the dense forest along the beach. Well, here goes. Cheesy and I follow the tracks into the unfamiliar wilderness.
The jungle is very think here. I fall into a river.
TMFA, you crack me up.
Cheesy and I stumble through the jungle, which has quickly become thicker then we first perceived it to be. Eventually, he hear a roaring in the distance and come upon a raging river, where TMFA’s track appear to stop. Wowsers! There’s absolutely not way he could have jumped this thing! I look to either side of me just to make sure that we didn’t make a mistake somewhere. Rats. He must have fallen in.
Cheesy! I cry and turn around to call him over to the spot, sicne he’s appeared to moved away. As I turn, my foot catches on a slippery rock and….
SPLASH!
I’m swept away by the river. *gurgle*
I wash ashore at the other side of the island.
Kikimuncher washes up next to me.
Doctor’s Log of the Seahawk
We’ve been off exploring an uncharted island!
I was assigned to trot with the group, not get lost, and to bring along my full and extensive medical kit. I also planned to search for healing plants along the way.
Sometime during our exploration, however, Cerulean vanished.
Worried, I tapped Captain Hawk on the shoulder. “Um, Captain…” He turned. “Cerulean’s vanished.” He turned, worried, and declared an immediate turn-around and march back to camp.
When we got back, we started to organize a search party when Cerulean turned up. She had a slight limp, so I bandaged it up tightly. “I don’t know if it’s sprained or twisted or what, so be careful,” I warned.
We also got a cook’s helper, Enceladus. He seems nice, but very homesick.
Oh, and the island was named Ilepokokobainaru. I’ll have to try to remember that. I also got a few assorted healing plants, so that’ll be helpful.
Well, hello TMFA! Fancy meeting you here! This is one big mess we’ve gotten ourselves in isn’t it? *looks around for Cheesy* *fails* Alas. I guess we set out into the jungle and hope for the best?
*stumbles through jungle* *looks up* *sees a monkey* SQUEE! It’s so cute!
Be careful! You don’t want to get bitten by a monkey.
Oh Cake.
Bitten by a monkey? Of course not! He wouldn’t…..
!#@$*&!
You #!%& monkey! I’ll strangle you with my bare hands! *runs after monkey*
Cook’s Account of the Sometimes Perilous Travels of the Seahawk
There has been little excitement of late, but that has just changed.
This morning, Errata came running on deck, greatly upset. I eavesdropped upon her telling Captain Hawk about atmospheric pressure and moving fronts and suchlike matters, until I finally realized what she was talking about. A storm will be upon us in less than twenty-four hours and it will be rough.
I have tied everything in the kitchen and my cabin down, not wanting another lump on my head.
With the ship tossing about, it’s too easy to set the ship on fire, so the captain ordered that Enceladus and I are not to use the stove.Thus, dinner tonight shall consist of:
Various sandwiches
Cranberry ice cream
….
I just went on deck and I’m even more worried. There are fearsome dark clouds approaching. Our moods are grim, but Captain Hawk tells us to take heart. “We’ve been through worse yet!” he told us. “Remember hazel-eyed ghost pirates, dangerous islands and treacherous waters. And let’s not forget our many battles with the Hot Pink Bunnies!”
I shall try, but still I worry…
Cook’s Assistant’s account of the travels of the Seahawk
I’ve been sick with the flu for four weeks, and I have not been able to continue this journal. We aren’t allowed to use the stove, as the ship may be set aflame. How something could have a fire hazard while surrounded by water for hundreds of miles is beyond me.
Fire has always been a great danger to ships. In the days when drinking water was too hard to keep clean, sailors drank grog (water mixed with rum) and the alcohol content in that made fires worse.
Certainly, you could lower a bucket over the side of the ship, haul it back up, and throw it on the flames, but the fire may have spread in the time it took. Plus, if it had caught any grease on fire…ugh.
I picture the Seahawk as carrying plenty of clean water, but there’s so much fuel (wood, cloth, rope, pitch, etc.), that it’s still an enormous threat.
OK. So I chased a monkey and now we’re even more lost then we were before, but that’s OK. Well, not really. But… yeah. *doesn’t like monkeys now*
It looks as if there has been civilization here before! Right now, we’re TMFA and I are wandering around a large ruin. It was interesting marking on it, but they’re in some language I can’t understand. There’s also a carving that looks suspiciously like a cream filled donut with sprinkles, but I could be mistaken.
I think you are, Kiwimuncher. It looks like just a donut with sprinkles, not cream filled.
I move my hand across the picture. I hear a rumbling
“Move back, Kiwimuncher!” I yell, as the wall opens up.
“WHO DARES DISTURB THE TEMPLE OF THE GREAT MUSE FEATHER!”
Cook’s Account of the Tossing-and-Turning Travels of the Seahawk
The storm hit last night. We were as prepared as we could be, but it was still rough.
All hands were on deck as we rushed to tie down sails. The rain pounded harshly against the ship–and us. The thunder was the loudest I’ve ever heard and the lightning was so close that I feared being hit. In fact, the mast did get hit, but has only a shallow scar to show for it.
Once, I slipped on the slick deck and almost fell overboard. Someone caught me and pulled me back up just in time. En moved away before I could turn around. I still don’t know who it was.
The Seahawk survived quite well. Apart from the scarred mast and a number of sails that need repairing, she has little damage, for which I am quite glad.
((GAPAs, may we have a new thread, please?))
Oh my. Excuse us Feather. We had no idea… Erm… I didn’t know you had a temple.
“YES. I DO. IT’S VERY NICE, ISN’T IT?”
Well, yes, I suppose it is. If you go for the majestic ruined look…
At that, a familiar beaked head stuck it’s way outside.
“It’s under renevation.” Feather said. “Nice sound effects, huh? Come on in!”
So, we followed Feather inside the temple.
“Feather, when was this built/created? I don’t remember this in any of the history books.”
“You are the first human to visit the temple.”
“Really? The very first? Awesome!”
*sees display of donuts*
“Oooooooo! Those look delicious Feather! ”
“Yes,” he said. “They are my sacred donuts. Very delicious. There are some for sampling over there.”
He points to the far left corner.
“Excellent!”
*goes to sample donuts*
The donuts taste wonderful! *refrains from eating 20*
Feather leads us a further tour of the temple and it’s freakishly awesome!
After a few hours, Feather turns to us and says, “Come over here! You can see my rhinos!”
Rhinos? Feather has rhinos? *follows*
Where are the people?
School?
Oh that dastardly place? How inconceivable!
230 (Kiwimuncher): Indeed!
Cook’s Account of the Recently Slow Travels of the Seahawk
Not much to report…
Calm seas, clear skies.
Larry has fallen in love with a jazz record I bought when last in port. I wish he’d stop singing.
We’ve just eaten a dinner of:
Chickpea and lemon salad
Tortellini with tomato sauce
Cranberry ice cream
Wait, something’s happening…
Oh, good! Land has been sighted. We shall soon be on the tropical island of Citrus!
Boatswain’s journal
I continue in my duties, keeping the rigging and ship in good condition. I think I might replace some ratlines soon, a few of them are showing a bit of wear.
I’ve been quiet lately.
I suppose I should retire soon, as I’ll most likely be woken before the sunrise tomorrow to resume work.
Feathe’r rhinos are exquisite. (heh, I like that word) They are ring toss masters! People throw donuts at them and they jump into the air to catch the doughy rings on their horns. It’s quite entertaining.
I have returned my friends! We’re still hanging out with Feather in his temple like place. Renovations are still under way, but the place looks a lot better then it did when we first came. The ruins look more authentic now and some o the rhinos have been trained as tour guides for the area. Pretty sweet. However, we’ve been here for a very long while and, sadly, must set out again soon, with a large stock of donuts, of course.
1st officers log:
We are nearing the island of Citrus. The repairs have been made and the ship is again in good order. I threatened to keelhaul Larry if he sang one more song. That parrot will be the death of me sometime soon. Meanwhile, the sky and the sea is blue. Dolphins have joined us- I think I’ll go see. Larry is fascinated by them; it’s the longest I’ve every been able to leave him alone. I’d better go now before he gets tired of watching them.
Cook’s Account of the Swimmingly Lovely Travels of the Seahawk
Citris is positively beautiful. The port is quite nice, but I’ve spent most of my time at a lagoon, swimming. You’d think I’d be tired of water, but I’m not. We’re going to have a bonfire on the beach tonight. I asked an officer of the law and he said it was fine, as long as we kept it under control.
I’m planning:
Veggie Kebabs
Fruit Kebabs
S’mores.
Wait, what’s that noise? [Ink splats]…
((*crosses fingers and chants: Not Larry, Not Larry, Not Larry* XD))
S’mores?! I want s’mores! *teleports self and ship to Citrus island* Oh, you heard a noise? Was it me? Can I have some S’mores?
236.1 (Bookgirl_me): No, not Larry.
237 (Kiwimuncher): You have a teleporter?
Cook’s Account of the Often Unexpected Travels of the Seahawk
Well, that was an adventure!
It turns out that the odd noise was a group of travelers who decided to crash the cook-out. I tried to shoo them away, but then a bunch of locals showed up. And more people. And more.
When it became clear that they wouldn’t leave, Encaladus came up with a brilliant idea: we should charge admission. Incredibly, almost everyone was willing to pay.
The party was getting rowdy and people were singing and dancing, and Larry was most firmly telling people that the moon is a giant kiwi, when I found myself face-to-face with Princess Tangelo.
Apparently, our party was so much better than one at the palace that she had run off in favor of the beach. I had never thought that she would turn out to be a fab dancer, but she is. She is a marvelous conversationalist, too.
By the time we were telling stories about our adventures, things got even wilder. Kiwimuncher and Co. showed up on the beach. We let them in for free and had quite a nice visit. We gave them a lot of s’mores to take along. Her crew has been visiting a lot of islands lately and plans to visit more.
Errata says we’ll need to leave soon to avoid a storm front…
((GAPAs? May we have a new thread please? This one’s almost a year old!))
Yes, I do have a teleporter! It come in handy!
Oh! A new thread would be a good idea! Let’s do it! Please GAPAs?
Where are the people? Can we have a new thread GAPAs? PLEASE?!
Hello! *has returned* NaNo ate my free time.
Hello bookgirl! Are you back for more sea faring adventures? I’m certainly getting tired of staying in one place here… thought the s’mores are quite delicious.
243 (Kiwimuncher): Thanks!
Cook’s Account of the Always Thrilling Travels of the Seahawk
Well, there is little to report of late. Smooth seas…calm skies…nothing out of the ordinary. Which, of course, means that something is bound to happen!
I’m cooking fresh bread and spaghetti for dinner, with plum ice cream to finish.
Wait…something’s happening… Bookgirl has spotted something off the Starboard side! We think they’re swimmers–but so far from land? Wait…I think they have…tails! Mermaids ?
–Cerulean
Mermaids? Really? Are you sure they’re not manatees? *looks over side* *sees a merman* Whoah. Hello. *the merman does not respond* Speak English? *the merman smiles and ducks back underwater* Aw. He’s shy.
First officer spotted what appear to be mermaids in water. They are not complying with attempts to communicate. If possible, will complete a study on them for future reference.
In other news, largest tree definitely not papaya. Blooms appeared yesterday which do not match papaya blooms. Hope to convince rest of crew of this soon, they refuse to believe it.
Oh, dear. I hadn’t realized how behind I was on posting here…
Cook’s Account of the Plot-Twisting Travels of the Seahawk
Merfolk have been following the ship for more nearly three months now. I am quite tired of them calling to me when I am on deck. Honestly! When will they figure out that I don’t care to come swim with them? Not to mention the singing! They sing almost all the time! I shall go mad!
One of Errata’s tree saplings is not what she thought it was. The blooms aren’t right. I’m rather excited. I do hope it’s a fruit tree. Imagine, having a steady supply of fresh fruit right on board the ship!
I’m making veggie ravioli, salad, and pumpkin cookies. Must go find some of the canned pumpkin…
Oh, how awful! How terribly awful! There is an enormous hole in the bilge and some of the mermaids are trying to come into the ship! They’re singing some of their songs and–Oh, Heaven!–one of them just saw me! Help!
–Cerulean Pyros
First officer’s log:
Yesterday was quite eventful- The merfolk proved to rival Larry in annoyingness when it came to singing and some even tried to come into the ship through a hole in the bilge. Cerulean Pyros managed to alert us in time, and using wax earplugs we threw them off the ship, literally in some cases.
Now it time to leave- Errata has informed me that a storm front is gathering, and kiwi tells me that she too shares my wish to head out to sea once more. The storm front Errata mentioned will prevent us from staying out too long, but I have found a safe harbor to visit: Béngeal, know to all as the spice city. Just before Cape Chocolate, it’s one of the three biggest trading harbors on the flavor continent, with anything that can be exported and especially pepper, which grows there for reasons yet unknown to science. It can be slightly rough, but the bustling civilization will be a nice change from the beautiful isolation of the outlying isles.
Besides, I am seeking to hire additional crew- while we managed to narrowly defeat the merfolk, I realized that we are few for a vessel of this size and a few new faces would bring a little excitement and change. I would prefer to consult Captain Hawk about our future recruits, but I won’t fret about it. Anyway, we shall be spending some time in Béngeal, to restock our provisions, re-check and re-do the now quickly patched hole in the bilge, courtesy of our fish-like friends, give the crew a change to air out a little and write letters home and perhaps even hire a little help to re-paint the hull- it’s holding up well considering the circumstances, but even so…
Anyhow, I must plan our route well if we are to make it before the storm front- hopefully we shall arrive without the aid of its violent winds, but if worst comes to worst we will still be close enough to Béngeal to make it even with storm damage, and be able to repare and replace anything we should ruin or lose- except the crew, of course
COME ON!
A new thread, perhaps? P*ese?
((Hi, Bookgirl_me! I’m really sorry that I forgot to post. A new thread would be very nice. GAPAs? Please?))
Cook’s Account of the Always Unique Travels of the Seahawk
Merfolk crisis averted!
A storm is coming. We will need to put in at the next port–it would be most unwise for us to stay at sea. On the plus side, the next port will be Béngeal! Ahh…the Spice City!
Running a little low on supplies…making soup and a fruit tart.
–Cerulean