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This marks a new chapter for The Black-Footed Ferret.
Last night I put my first post in this saga on the previous thread, so should I post it again here?
Whoops, nevermind – just saw it’s already been replied to. In that case…
September 3rd:
I’m saved! The captain of the good ship “Sweet Tiramisu” has agreed to take me aboard. Henceforth I will serve as a loyal member of the crew. After downing two glasses of extra-sweet pie rum in rapid succession I feel refreshed and ready to sail. I wonder what strange new sights of the high seas are in store for we bold adventurers?
EtA, I’ll move your post and Bella’s response.
Copied from Part 1
Eccentric the Afterthought / September 3rd, 2006 at 11:03 pm
September 3rd:
I ought to save paper, but I feel I must keep writing or I will find myself entirely without activity and thus without hope.
I set out a month or more ago on a noble ship manned by the finest adventurers of Museica available for hire at the time. We were sent to seek distant lands and bring back what information (and treasure to fund the new civilization) we could. Our sponsors in Museica filled our ship with all kinds of supplies of the highest quality and a well-stocked treasury so that we would be able to give gifts and barter in the new lands, hopefully winning their peoples’ favor.
We soon found ourselves pursued by pirates. They were led by the notorious Blackberrybeard, who, running low on supplies after recent defeats, came seeking our provisions. Our ship was swift and we managed to lose our foes for most of the way, but when the pirates caught up to us at last there were too many of them to fight off. Our ship was burned, our provisions stolen, and our crew taken prisoner, forced to serve Blackberrybeard or die.
I alone, the mere cabin girl, managed to slip away unnoticed. Making sure Blackberry wouldn’t come back for me, I stayed out of sight, climbing aboard the largest plank from our wrecked ship (Blackberrybeard destroyed the ship, the only thing for which he had no use) I could find once the pirate ship was a safe distance away.
That is where I am now. I have managed to survive on rainwater, the contents of an abandoned keg of pie rum, and whatever food I can find, mostly edible seaweed, a peculiar plant. Most species taste like lettuce, but occasionally I’ve found crunchier leaves that taste vaguely like croutons. Now the flavor has changed, but I can’t quite place the taste. Does this mean I’ve drifted beyond even the distant Caesar Archipelago?
It’s getting colder. It’s a good thing I salvaged this nice, craunched-marmouset-fur coat. This makes me think back to Museica and wonder how things are going there. I had made it known that I was interested in assuming the responsibilities of a V-PM if a position became available, but without my ship’s communication devices there is no way for me to find out whether I did become a V-PM or not. If I am saved I must find a way to contact Museica from the new ship.
I could use a pie right now. How long has it been since I’ve had one? I don’t know how much longer I can survive like this. Fortunately, I might be saved! Today there was heavy fog, but I could have sworn I saw the outline of a ship, which got clearer the closer I drifted and the lighter the fog got. I thought I was halllucinating, but now I’m not so sure.
I’m drawing closer as I write this. I don’t know quite how long I’ve been drifting or even where I’ve drifted to at this point, but I do know that there is a ship close to me. I can just about read the name now…”Sweet Tiramisu”. I wave as I write, calling out.
“Hullo there! SOS, lend a hand to another sailor?”
I am but a cabin girl. My only training has been my time at sea, so the only art I’ve learned is service. All I can offer to the ship that will take me is work, but I am an adventurer bent on seeing the world and I’m willing to work hard to accomplish this goal. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do whatever needs to be done as best as I can do it.
Will the good ship I’ve accosted take me aboard?
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Bellatrix Lestrange/ September 4th, 2006 at 12:18 pm
(235) – EtA –
I will take you aboard! My crew no longer posts…
Welcome to “The Sweet Tiramisu”! (that’s my ship)
A small girl with blonde hair and green eyes glinting with mischeif volunteers to be a member of “The Sweet Tiramisu”.
I’m still here Bella. I came down with chornic skool, but I’m back.
Mm. good ice cream. So I think all of us who have a reason to hate Blackberrybeard should come together and defete him.
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I suggested this thread!
and i got it!
it’s good thing too, because I was considering emailing a howler to the gapas…
&heart
We sank Blackberrybeard’s ship on the first thread. He must have drowned.
SHIP’S LOG
~~SEPTEMBER 4~~
YAY! I have a crew! It’s members are Trav, Cha, and Eta (are those names okay with you? Suggest better ones if needed); Travatan Oteino, Goddess of Chaos, and Eccentric the Afterthought. Jolly good! I do think I have the largest crew!
Eta was cabin girl aboard her former ship, but we have LIRs to do the cleaning for us, as they are absolutely delighted at the prospect of dirty dishs and cleanliness. Otzi, Mel, and I once tried to stop them, but that really didn’t work out too well… anyways, she must learn some ship arts.
I’ve absolutely no idea what experience Trav and Cha have had, so speak up, you too!
Otzi and Mel are still part of our crew, but if they don’t post soon, I’ll have to strip them of their titles of First Mate and Second Mate and give those to others of my crew.
Anyways…
We have continued south, past the Caesar Arhipelago, with no land in sight. We’ve had fair weather with no unfortunate happenings… yet…
The LIR welcomed the new members of the crew with a jolly edible glue pie (their specialty), which the newbies are still trying to get off…
someone really must create an anti-glue watchamacallit…
~
Sep. 4. We left Nurik a few days ago and have been sailing south to try and find a trade route beyond the Stormbelt. We can still see a bank of clouds to starboard, so we haven’t had much luck. Today we stopped at a charming little fishing village to take on supplies. Surprisingly, Fluffy’s father now captains a fishing boat there. Fluffy decided to stay with his family, so I bade farewell to my old comrade and promoted Jadestone to quartermaster. Eekeeknurknur is now midshipmole.
Last evening, we sighted a small island with flamablamaberry trees on it. After a night of jam-making, we set sail with a new jellyboat. We now have four: Scirocco, Cloudberry, Dipsucib and Flamablamaberry.
~
At last count, my crew numbered…hmmm…
lessee…Capricious, Jadestone, Eekeeknurknur, me…
And twenty horned moles. These are people who faithfully post.
Twenty-four. That’s something, I guess.
Hi!!! I’m the Aeiouian PM, but I’ll take Flamablamablous and Co’s comlink so I can also co-rule Museica. Can I be part of the Black- Footed Ferret? I’ll be the cartographer map person.
PC (14) –
I still have more in my crew. I have Otzi, Mel, Trav, Cha, Eta, and 48 LIRs (if you don’t believe me about the LIRs, look on the first thread). But we are all amateurs, seemingly unlike the great *cough cough* Captain Canix *cough cough*
HUZZAH FOR THE EXPLORERS!
Sorry about the lack of posting….I will do more. But not at this moment. School and all.
14-uuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm…
According to Rubuilding Civilization, I was your Ship’s doctor. I have been posting, but nobody has been replying, so I slackened off a bit. But I was there! (sort of)
Can I be a Pie-rate? (Pirate?)
Captain Canix, I have not deserted the ship. The magical tornado blew me all the way to Saskatoon Isle where I lay trapped in the bog beneath a bridge for some days until rescued by a band of nomadic hockey players (a subspecies of horned mole) who had themselves been captives of the PURs and Pounds until the actions of our brave captain and crew made their escape possible.
Their kindred are so grateful to regain freedom, they have incorporated a silhouette of the Black-Footed Ferret into their device (heraldry is a major obsession in their culture) and sing songs about her exploits and of the captain with the turquoise hair. Mere cook though I be, they treated me as highest royalty when they learned of my service aboard the fabled ship and showered me with gifts. I fashioned a raft from the hockey sticks, thanked my benefactors, and headed for what remained of the small marina at Cape Canola.
As luck would have it, I secured berth with some of Fluffy’s relatives, who were a welcome sight indeed — both for the passage and for the reminder of home, now that I am accustomed to being on eye level with prairie dogs. We arrived in Nurik only to discover you had already set sail. Fluffy’s cousin Peluche generously offered me transport, and we must be catching up as we just passed the flamablamaberry island.
Any idea as to what to do with several sacks full of hockey pucks engraved with the Vermolian Coat of Arms? I should have left them behind, but they were gifts, after all.
ok, since this thing seems to make no sense, I’ll join by making no sense at all either.
My longship is ready to set sail. All i need is a crew of insane, sword wielding, long haired “people” and I can go pillage some monasteries!!
~~SEPT. 5~~
In my last log, I mentioned fair weather. I was obviously not in my right mind. We have been rocked for the last 12 hours with a horrible storm that nearly broke the mast in two! The poor LIRs are sick, and so is the crew, but not so much as the rodents. But we shall have courage and stay this storm. i can only hope we do not get blown away from the south, like we did from the north…
FS (21) –
what monasteries?
are you a pie-rate? Because if you are, BEWARE!
I just came up wiht the greatest idea ever.
First, bake mini-pies. Then, use my sling and hurl them at people. These high-velocity pies can go farther than the human throw and are excellent for ground work. PLus, I’m sure the LIRs can figure out how to compact all the ingredients of a normal pie into a smaller size, without minimizing the amount of filling.
I am a genius.
Slings are cool.
Whoever wants a sling, I’ll weave one for you.
Isn’t this such a cool idea!?
Sept. 5
Several times today I saw something moving underwater. It worries me…
6 – Thanks, GAPA!
School just started for me today, so I probably won’t be posting as often as I have been. I’ll try to be on at least once a week, hopefully more often, but it depends on how much homework I have.
September 4th:
I’ve managed to get off most of the edible glue from my welcoming pie – I’m clean except for my hair. I’m sure the last of the glue will rub off eventually, so I’ll just wear a hat until then or make use of the stickiness and wear my hair in dreadlocks.
The captain has invented pie slings. Why didn’t anyone thimk of that before? They’re brilliant devices…I can’t wait to try one out.
Out of habit I tried to do some of the LIRs’ work, but they insisted that I leave it all to them. I’ve been using the time I would’ve spent cleaning to stand guard, temporarily assuming the position of the ship’s watchman. I patrol the ship and keep an eye out for rough weather, pie-rates, and anything else that might threaten us. I also watch for good things – I’m the one who gets to yell “Land Ho” if I see any. That’ll be fun.
In my spare time I’ve been studying what books are available on board the ship and trying my hand at mapmaking. My first sketchy attempts won’t be of any help to anyone, but as I practice I hope to improve enough to become a cartographer. However, at the moment the ship is rocking too violently for me to draw any straight lines. I saw clouds coming in while standing watch, but I didn’t expect them to bring this big of a storm. The ship is fine, but I’m not feeling well.
Trav has reported sighting something underwater. I wonder what it is?
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Sep. 5. Now that our cook is back, we can have our first decent meal in weeks. It will be a celebration, for we have passed the Stormbelt. The land of the LIRs tapers off into a point near the equator, a few leagues south of the Stormbelt’s origin. Here is a large city, Rowlik. Using a backstaff, I determined that Rowlik was on the same latitude as the Rhubarb Woods back home. We have found a trade route! Pies all round!
~
Here’s my ship log.
September 5th:
I got accepted onto the ship. After chomping down the edible glue pie and giving my face a proper washing, the captain announced the best idea ever… pie slings! I can’t wait to use one because the sooner I do the sooner something exciting is happening!
One crew member was not marveling at the captains idea, however. The member kept muttering about seeing something move underwater. Personally, I think privateer’s had too much rum, paranoid, or both!
I hope something is moving underwater so I can have an excuse to use my cutlass!
THANK YOU GAPAS.
Planning to go back to Wild Dragon Point to see that everything is still peacefull.
~ship’s log~~
haharr, our first violent encounter!
When Trav saw something under the water, it did not worry me – there are lots of things under the water: fish, coral, stingrays, and giant one-eyed beasties. Wait – giant one-eyed beasties?!
Aye, that’s right, GOEBs [oh, I just love abbreviating things! it drives my composition teacher mad, though]. The thing was like a squid, except more circular like an octopus with two loooooong tentacles and little feelers. The thing tried to strangle my ship, along with its crew. But we fought it back – Goddess is quite good with the cutlass, Eccentric was amazing with the pie slings, and Trav organized the LIRs into battle positions with the cannons. Excellent work, people!
I suspect it was stirred up by the storm. I wonder what else shall come our way…
Peaceful night.
Sept. 6 Today I saw an island in the distance. Upon inspection I discovered that the left side of the ship is infested with pie-like mollusks. They’re probably not dangerous, but they might be useful in battle….
Okay, I think I am going to have my own ship, called the Ex-Parrot. I need sailors, a cabin boy/girl and other stuff.
i wanna be a part of this. it looks fun, but i have no idea whats going on, even after i have read all the posts from thtis and the first thread
I took my submarine back to the mainland once the damage it sustained became to great to handle. (skool started) sorry, but…
Ships Log:
Today something interesting happened! The thing Trav saw was a giant one-eyed beastie! I fought it with my cutlass very well, while Eccentric handled the pie-slings and Trav lead the LIRS with the cannons.
After the battle, Trav saw island filled with pie-mollusks. Trav seems to be pretty observant, sp I was not surprised. Trav thinks they could be useful. I agree.
33-dive in! (literally or otherwise)
The closer we get to the island, the less GOEBs I see. What could be keeping them away? Captan Bella, I think that if we are to proceed to the island, we should keep constant watch.
September 6th:
Turns out Trav was right – there was something in the water, and not just a fish! It was a GOEB, definitely hostile, but this crew works well together and we managed to fight it off. I got my wish…I got to try out a pie sling! It’s amazing what projectile pies can do and I surprised myself with my aim and accuracy when using one. Maybe this will become my new weapon of choice. Cha’s skill with the cutlass was amazing and Trav made a great leader for the LIRs.
Later on, Trav spotted an island. Trav’s observation skills are far keener than mine, but I’ve also been neglecting my duties as watchman to improve my mapmaking skills. I’m getting a lot better. Still not professional level, but at least the maps I draw are legible now, perhaps enough to assume a cartographer’s duties. I’ll do my best to keep track of our course and copy it all down.
We’re making progress – the map is expanding. I added Trav’s island today, then took a break to examine the pie-mollusks Trav found. I wonder if they’d work in the pie slings? Even if they don’t, Trav’s right, I’m sure they will have some other use.
Now I really must go and try to sketch that GOEB from earlier and the pie mollusks, too. I intend to keep not only map records of where we go but sketches of what we see as well to bring back to Museica.
20- Oh! I’ll take them! I play ice hockey
~~SHIP’S LOG~~
Today I inspected the left hull of the ship. There were HUNDREDS of small pie mollusks. I was muttering to myself when suddenly a voice said in a nasal tone, “If you want us to move, we can. We were simply resting. Really, we weren’t eating your pies.” Startled, I fell overboard. After being fished out by the LIRs, the voice said, “Sorry.” Shakily, I asked “Who’s there?”
“Why, us, of course. The Pie Mullusks.” I peered overboard. One of them had a beak and was… talking to me! I stared. “It’s impolite to stare, you know,” the thing reprimanded me. I managed to stutter out, “S-Sorry. I’m not used to animals talking to me, especially mollusks.” “Oh, that’s all right. We pie mollusks are used to that kind of stuff.” Ugh. Every time it opened its beak, I could see rows of sharp, white teeth.
I won’t relive our hour-long conversation, but here’s what I discerned: the pie-mollusks eat pies, usually aboard ships. they can chew through a wooden hull, but didn’t on my ship – they were just resting before moving on. They live in the waters around this island. GOEBs don’t bother them for some reason – perhaps because of the fresh-baked pie smell they exude (that’s probably why we weren’t bothered at all by GOEBs). Nothing lives on the island, except for baby GOEBs, which move to the water for adulthood.
After speaking to them, I told them they could stay, and ordered the LIRs to feed them a few apple pies.
Hmmm… If these Mollusks can chew through ships, and eat pies, they could be a perfect weapon against the pie-rate ships! just stick a few of them on, and total victory!
As to the baby GOEBs, maybe we could train one into being friendly to us, but not to other ships! A guard GOEB! A jolly idea.
The mollusks shall stay for a while. I must think over my plan, and consult with my crew…
Excuse me, Captain Bella! My internet doth DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am using a borrowed computer. I insist upon retaining my title!
(40) Otzi –
You can still be second or first mate on the ship.
As for the governing of Museica in the Chronicles, if you want to be the Honorable Boian PM, you’d better hurry over to the thread and sort things out with Penguini, because she just took your title.
~~SHIP’S LOG~~
Seeing as Otzi has shown her face aboard the ship and Mel has not, I am considering making Otzi first mate, seeing as she was with me on the original voyages.
just in case u didnt get my first message bellatrix u get all 3 of my ships.
ill check in on this thread later
~
Aug. 8. I suffered an attack of Skool a few days ago, so I have not been keeping the log up. Capricious and Jadestone handled the ship very well while I was indisposed. We left Rowlik and have been sailing east along the equator. Today, a small, sleek ship appeared off the starboard side. We approached and found that it was crewed by non-Museican humans. After much trial and error concerning language, we found that they called themselves Dornavenkians. Apparently, we are in the Gulf of Dornavenk, a vast body of water so chock-full of islands that it is considered a country. An empire, to be exact. Far to the north is the great continent of Navenk, a place of frigid flatlands. The captain was very friendly, and he was happy to oblige when I asked to see his charts. Apparently(I use that word a lot), the land of the LIRs is what remains of North Africa. Navenk, of course, is to the north. Dor, a hot continent of desert and grassland, is to the south of the Gulf. It is inhabited by intelligent lizards. A narrow strait runs between the northern reaches of Dor and Cape Austral, which is part of Navenk. The sea beyond is uncharted, but from descriptions I heard, it sounds like the Filling Sea. We could be almost home.
~
I had a really creative and cool post in the works. It even said, “Your comment is awaiting moderation.” Now my post is GONE. I refuse to type that all over again.
Oh, well. I’ll do it.
~
Aug. 8. We left Rowlik a few days ago. I have not been keeping up on the log because of an attack of Skool.
Today we saw a sleek, fast ship to starboard. We sailed closer and found that it was crewed by non-Museican humans. The captain was a bit distrustful at first, but I went aboard their ship with no weapons as a guarantee of their safety. I have been studying their charts and finding interesting things.
We are currently in the Gulf of Dornavenk, a vast body of water so chock-full of islands that it is considered a country. To the west is the land of the LIRs, which is called Iknurowlis: to the north, a barren, inhospitable land of tundra, called Navenk: and to the south, Dor, a place of desert and grassland, but getting colder as it reaches south all the way to the Pole. The Sunrise Ocean, beyond these, slowly gets thicker as one sails east, and it is not salty, but sweet. Perhaps this is the westernmost stretch of the Filling Sea.
We are now sailing for the isle of Whaldan, capital of Dornavenk, for some shore leave and exploration. More tomorrow.
Sorry about the double post, but it really did look like my first one had disappeared.
(43) – Johnny Verne –
Do mine eyes deceive me? Am I captain of all three of Johnny’s ships?
COOL!
I now have four large ships and three jelly boats and a humongo crew, not to mention Johnny Verne’s crew, as well!
The crew of Johnny Verne, would you please identify yourselves?
I’ll go ashore and see if i can find any GOEB eggs.
Congratulations, Capt. Bella.
~
My attack of Skool was worse than I thought. I not only repeated a log entry, I got the date completely wrong.
SEP. 9. We were attacked by a pierate crew aboard a ship called the Waveshearer, captained by a vile corsair named P. Baker(first name unknown), who once served as gunner aboard the Queen Rosanne’s Revenge. The Dornavenkian sailors were a great help to us, so that we defeated Baker without having to sink the Waveshearer. P. Baker is being taken to Wharlan for his trial. Eekeeknurknur and the horned moles commandeered the Waveshearer and set off on a voyage of their own, so I am without a midshipman. I inquired if the castaway wished to take on Eekeeknurknur’s job. She said she would think about it.
We are expected to reach Wharlan tomorrow. The Dornavenkians gave us a meal that looked like an octuple order of calamari with one eye the size of a soccer ball. They said that it was called a goeb. I wonder if any other captains have seen these beasts.
We landed on Bung Isle to take on supplies. We will spend the night here in the Baeral Inn.
~
~Doctor’s log~
Everyone slept on as a small, cloaked figure tiptoed from the Baeral inn and made its way down the road. A small bag was tied to the figure’s belt, containing doctor’s equipment, a book, and a note. When it reached the docks, the person extracted the note from the bag, and laid it on the deck. Standing on the dock, the figure took a deep breath before executing a perfect dive into the harbor waters. Swimming powerfully in the warm, clear water, it soon managed to emerge from the mouth of the harbor and drift into the sea. Finding a small, drifting jellyboat in the open water ( it was too small to be owned by any of the captains from Museica) the mysterious person clambered abord. Flinging back the hood of the drenched cape, the Ship’s Doctor smiled the content smile of someone who’s plan has gone well. Then the doctor lay down and finally went to sleep.
Ships Log
Today we aquired Johnny Verne’s 3 ships. Trav is searching for GOEB eggs on the island, which may lead to trouble if the mother GOEBs look after their eggs. If they do, Trav has a chance of dying. One of the orginal members of the crew has come back, and he might get the position of first or second mate.
Otzi’s a she, not a he.
Otzi, you’re first mate. You might become captian of one of johhn’s ships.
You other three, I’m still thinking about it, though I must say I am impressed wiht your sea-going skills.
~
Sep. 10. Our ship’s doctor has mysteriously disappeared. We looked for hours before realizing that it was useless: Ruffled Grouse could be anywhere.
We reached Wharlan without incident and met with the Exalted Council Of Dornavenk. The Most High Councillor commisioned a small ship, the Lushwharl, to sail alongside us and find a trade route with Museica. We then set sail from Wharlan towards the Yaamlush Strait.
~
We found a note on the deck, but it had been splashed with seawater and was illegible. At the bottom of the page, however, l could make out the words “…ffled Grouse.”
Doctor’s Log~
I have landed on the island I have been searching for. According to my book, there is a plant on this island that grows exploding berries. we could bake them in pies and throw them at pierates! Think of how useful that would be when we have another naval engagement! However, I didn’t want to bring my whole ship on what might just be a fool’s errand. I do hope everybody on the Black Footed Ferret will forgive me when I return.
~
I have stumbled upon a purple bush that has yellow berries. I belive that this is the one that I have been searching for, because when I tried to eat a berry, it exploded in my hand, sending be reeling backwards several feet! After collecting a good amount of the berries, I wrapped them in my cape (that had STILL not dried out…) to try to stop them from exploding. It has worked so far, and I am rowing as fast as I can to meet the Black Footed Ferret at the Yaamlush strait. I think if I can make it if I can find the current that is heading in that direction. I see a dark blob ahead. What is that? Is it my ship?
my crew doth not poste anymore eithiere
Johnny, do I have your ships?
Or not?
56-i’ll join your crew! i can’t quite follow what’s going on, here, but if you take me aboard, i’ll figure it out!
58- i think that if you’re part of Johhny Vern’s crew, you’re actually part of mine since Johnny gave me his ships for a while.
Gasp, Gasp
I back.
I Have recovered a GOEB egg.
The Island is called, the Island of unspeakable terrors.
*colapses on the deck*
59-oh, ok….well can i be part of your crew, then?
~
September 11
Today I saw a small, dark, shape floating in the water a ways off from our port bow. I alerted Captyain Canix to it, and am awaiting orders now. Our docter had gone missing, and Bandit proved to be inadiquite in comparison. My captain apears ready to speak now; I will continue later.
~
~Doctor’s Log~
I rowed as quickly as I could to the ship, but when I grew closer, I realised that this was not the Black Footed Ferret. It was a pie-rate ship! Painted in blood red letters on the hull was the word “Skool”. I tried to row away, but the lookout had spotted me, and sent out the alarm. The ship’s jellyboats were much swifter than mine, and soon surrounded me. Desperately, I gathered a few berries and tossed them straight at the ship. A huge bang came from the boat, and a cloud of smoke appeared. The pie-rates in the jelly boats were stunned. Seeing a telescope in one of their jellyboats (a very nice one, with gold emameling and such), I quickly grabbed it, thinking it would be useful for identifying other ships in the distance. I didn’t want to make the same mistake that I did with Skool, thinking it was the Black Footed Ferret.
Looking through my new, borrowed telescope, I see that the masts have been blown off the pie-rate ship. Even though nobody was hurt, they won’t be coming after me anytime soon. I rowed for hours, and them spotted the Black Footed Ferret in the distance with my telescope. At last I am safe.
(57) yes u have all 3 of my ships because i have a lot of hmwk
( Algebra 1) i might come bak to this thread and post for real later but as of now u get all my ships.
~
Sep. 12. We found our ship’s doctor in a small jellyboat bearing several hundred exploding berries. Rebecca Lasley has been cooking nonstop and adding explosive pies to our arsenal. Ruffled Grouse apologized gracefully for her disappearance.
We reached the Filling Sea proper today. Thanks to the Crouton of the Winds, our voyage time has been halved. We will be home before October.
As night approached, we sailed for a small island that Capricious had sighted earlier today. On landing, we found that it was covered in colossal trees with leaves the size and texture of feather beds. It being fall, there were plenty of beds to choose from.
A storm is brewing. We dragged the Black-Footed Ferret up on the beach and made a rough camp on her lee side. We will probably be on this island for several days.
Earlier today, several of the crew, including me, caught Skool. However, I took a dose of Finnishomwerkol and was fine by late evening. I recommended the same to the crew.
Checking the stars, I found that we were on approximately the same latitude as the Hot Fudge Volcano in Museica. We will probably land there within a week.
A hideous army of lesser mortal magazines, advanced on the Musers
All seemed lost!
But just as the brave Musers were about to be destroyed they whipped out the giant Pie Machine, donated by Kokopelli, and destroyed the enemy mags in a hail of creamy goo!!!!
Best I could come up with.
Doctors Log~
I think I have the curse of the dreaded Skool! I think it was because I stole that telescope. This morning I threw it into the sea, but I think I will remain cursed until July. However, because I took some Finnishomwerkol, the curs’s symtoms are alleviated. So I am not bright purple any more. Which is an incredible relief.
I would like to thank the Black Footed Ferret for putting up with me, and for allowing me to continue to be part of the crew after my disappearance.
Doctor’s log~
I really need an editor of somthing. THREE “I Thinks” in one post, and I spelled curse wrong. My writing skills are deteriorating…
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66-hooray!
I’m back! My computer has been refusing to let me onto Museblog, saying “this page cannot be displayed” every time I try for about a week now. Argh! But I’m hoping it’s fixed now. However, I have to go on a school retreat this weekend, so I won’t be posting again until Monday anyway. Sorry for all the delays!
yay! I’m first mate!
The LIRS say that Mel took one of the Jollyboats in the dead of night and set out for the nearest land…
Huzzah! shadowkat is part of my crew! she shall be known as Kat.
~~SHIP’S LOG~~
I wait impatienty for Trav to recover after his brave journey to the Island of Unspeakable Terrors – I only hope he will indeed speak of them.
I did not come down with Skool! I came down with the “this-page-cannot-be-displayed” sickness (a lot of people did.)
The LIRs, being incredibly loyal to me, pilot Johnny’s ships for me. I must find more first mates…
hmm… sorry, feelign kind of absentminded here… can’t… focus… *goes off into a highly random rant*
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Sep. 15. Museica is in sight! We are expecting to land at Coontz City, on the west coast of Museica, tomorrow. Then I will inquire if the Prime Musers have any more missions for the Black-Footed Ferret.
A few days ago, I was ripped off the ship by a rhubarb squid, but a large cinnamon whale attacked it. I floated free and was taken in by a species of IAPSes(Intelligent Aquatic Prairie Dogs) that FantasyFan mentioned in her log. They returned me to my beloved ship last night.
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72: A mission from the featherian Prime Muse:
please Please PLEASE find somewhere where there are cocoa trees. I ‘m not sure if lack of chocolate can harm someone, but I don’t want to find out. By the way, if possible, see if you could map the southern part of our world.
Rain forests generally have cocoa trees.
I’m back!
Trav, are you ok? What happened?
Yes Prime Minister, we will find cocoa trees.
There is an island in the Gulf of Dornavenk that has a large amount of cocoa trees. Since we now have a trade route, this will supply Museicans with a nearly unlimited supply of chocolate.
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Sep. 16. We have landed in Coontz City. End of Black-Footed Ferret Ship’s Log, Voyage One.
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I NEED A CREW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~~ship’s log~~
Trav is still unconcious, and his wounds have been infected with *gasp* SKOOL. I’m not sure about this, but that’s my guess.
Cracks have appeared on the GOEB egg and odd noises can be heard – the creature may come out any minute now!
~Doctor’s log~
I had a horrible attack of This Page Can Not be Displayed last morning. However, today it is gone. I would like to think that it was my incredible doctoring skills that healed me, but I doubt it.
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It is very nice to see Musecia again, and to feel solid land beneath my feet. Museca has grown and improved since I was here. It is very impressive. Nevertheless, I can’t wait to sail on the Black-Footed-Ferret again.
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aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggg! Tis’ national Talk Like a Pirate day, isin’t it?
Crew list for the Ooei:
Koko du Pelle=captain
Supermuse=first mate
alan=cook
Blackblogger=lookout
Ship’s log: Ooei(I will put the ship’s log in green so you’ll know when it’s the Ship’s Log)
September 19
Left port today. Uneventful voyage, hoping to reach the Pie Isles by tomorrow.
Captain! Smoke cloud off the port bow!
Where’s my log post? It’s been uneventful, my ship’s log will be in green, should reach the Pie Isles tomorrow.
What? Smoke?
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what is going on here, mates????
ships log
Trav has seem to have a nasty case of Skool, and he’s missing the GOEB egg hatching!
Huzzah!
We now have our very own baby GOEB!
It’s actually pretty cute – unlike the elderly creatures…
We are going to have a naming contest for it.
Suggestions, please?
We will now set sail for the southern part of our continent, at the request of the Featherian Prime Muser. The Black-Footed Ferret is well equipped and stocked, with plenty of food and water.
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~~~~~~~OF THE BLACK-FOOTED FERRET~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Second Voyage. We sailed out of Coontz Bay and have had an uneventful day. The Fruitful Hills and the shore are to port, the open waters of the Filling Sea to starboard, and astern is Coontz City and the rest of Museica. Dead ahead are… unknown waters. *dramatic music*
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I want to join the Sweet Tiramusu
May I?
Please?
You could name it Dragon lover
(87) – Dra
Of course you may join my ship!
I’m the captian, Bellatrix.
Yeah, my name says “Necromancer”, but that’s just a title…
and as for the GOEB, I think “Dragon” would be great, though maybe a type of dragon…hmmm? I’m no expert, so I leave that up to you
~~ship’s log~~
we continue south on our voyage. The GOEBs have disappeared from our path, thanks to the Pie Mollusks. Yes, the Mollusks are still hanging about on our ship, though I had to convince some of them to move to the other side as the ship was beginning to tilt. Anyways, it’s been incredibly uneventful…
the baby GOEB has one huge eye, a little nub on its forehead where a horn will soon be, and flops about on deck with its little flippers. Simply ADORABLE!! It is a mammal for now, but I think it will become a fish somehow when it becomes an (ugly) adult…
We’ve been practicing with slings, cutlasses, and whatnot to pass the time, and we’ve just been doing random stuff; I’m starting to think we should join a Circus Troupe – what tricks we can do! We’ve gotten pretty good at pie juggling, cutlass juggling, Pie Mollusk juggling, flaming torches juggling, and swinging from ship to ship like Tarzan, using ropes tied to the tops of masts. It’s great fun.
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~Doctor’s Log~
The good ship The Black Foted Ferret has set sail again! While in at Coontz city, I learned some more doctoring skills. Now I can set broken bones. Or, at least, I think I can. If I could only remember…
Our ship’s cook has become quite important, and now only speaks in italics. However, she is still the best cook that ever sailed the _ (insert number here, because I don’t know how many seas there are) seas.
Thanks, RG. Ready to sail however many seas there are!
I tried to open a small diner while shorebound, but it seems I can cook only aboard ship. There’s just something about the Black-Footed Ferret. Now that we’re asail again, perhaps I can refine that exploding pie recipe.
Good to be back at sea. I’ve missed me mates.
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Sep. 24. We have discovered the reason that the Burnt Crust Wasteland is barren. A colossal range of mountains runs down its coast, blocking the moisture of the sea. The highest peak has a large river of milk running down it to the Filling Sea. The sugar from the ocean sweetens the milk as it flows out. If the cocoa trees of the Gulf of Dornavenk are plentiful, we will have an endless supply of chocolate.
A large force of flying HPBs attacked from beyond the mountains, being ridden by Pie Barbarians. We took most of them out with exploding pies, but one blundered into our sail. The HPB died on impact with the mast, but the Pie Barbarian fell to the deck. Ruffled Grouse examined him and concluded that he was suffering from the later stages of acute NHP (Neural Highlights Poisoning). Using some bizarre herbs that Eekeeknurknur gave her, our ship’s doctor hypnotized him and learned a horrible secret.
Apparently, Pinkus Bunniesloverus survived the Pie Wars and retreated to an unexplored corner of Museica. She then began her campaign to gather an army of Highlights-brainwashed warriors. She then approached the infamous Tiffany C. and Laney R. to get their blueprints for the Anti-Nerd Hate Mail Cannon. She has succeeded in all this and is now marching on Museica. I must send a message.
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I need a volunteer to take a jellyboat back to Museica and warn the Prime Muser Council about this impending threat. The volunteer will have a choice of our four jellyboats: Scirocco, Cloudberry, Dipsucib and Flamablamaberry.
Since nobody volunteers, I shall go myself in the Flamablamaberry, taking the Crouton of the Winds and several thousand exploding pies to aid the Museican government. As first mate, Capricious is in charge of the ship until I return. Anyone and everyone can handle the ship’s log.
~Doctor’s Log~
Good luck,Captain!
I had a lot of fun hypnotizing that Pie Barbarian, even though I was horrified when I heard of the evil lurking in Museca. I must tell you, Neural Highlights Poisioning is one of the most dangerous things that could ever happen to you. Worse than being eaten by a giant mole. Worse than being lost in the FMP (shudder). And even worse than…SKOOL. And as much as I love HPBs, I will have to think of them as the enemy. Because, today, they are.
*puts on brave face*
I have returned. The Kokopelli Pie Defense Force was deployed to the southern border of Museica, and they will probably prevail. Lutztown is well fortified and stocked, and the KPDF receive the best of training. Not to mention the exploding pies that I delivered.
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Sep. 26. We have passed the mountains and can see thick jungle on the coast. I have decided to send out a three-person landing party to investigate the rainforest. Volunteers would be appreciated.
*wanders in from the land of skoolhomework, and blinks*
Sure, I’ll volunteer!
Volunteers for landing party:
NAME POSITION
Ruffled Grouse Ship’s Doctor
Canix: if you’ll let me join, I will, seeing as few crew members post anymore…
why don’t we join forces until everyone decides to pay attention to this thread again?
But I’m still captain of The Tiramisu and all those other ships from Johnny…
It’s great with me if you join, Bellatrix. Even though my alter ego is fighting you in the RPG. But that doesen’t count. Capt’n, can Bellatrix join us? Then we could have a whole fleet of Musecan ships! All the pierates would fear us!
It’s a good idea to join forces, because nobody posts here anymore. It is very sad. We need more pppppppppooooooooosssstttttteeeeeeerrrrrrrsssssssss!
Hmmm. Bella, you are welcome to join. ?-) I haven’t done that smiley in ages. I invented it, you know.
The seas are no longer well traveled. I remember the days when multitudes of bold ships and crews crossed the fathomless depths. Now, few vessels sail the oceans. *sigh* ?-( We must do our best to get this thread to 300 posts, so that the GAPAs can continue it on the main page.
HUZZAH!
let me see. You’re somewhere in the south, right?
I must go in search for your ship.
Our exact coordinates are 16 degrees south, 109 west.
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Oct. 2. Ruffled Grouse and I will go ashore and explore the jungle. If Bellatrix has not shown up by the time we get back, we will have to sail onward.
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Oct. 2. The beach that we have set down on is made completely of tiny garnet grains. After shoveling some of it into the ship, Ruffled Grouse and I pressed into the interior of the jungle.
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We have to get this thread to 300 posts somehow. If we don’t, even our diehards will stop coming here. With a few exceptions, such as our cook and doctor, our crew has become lazy. The plague of Skool is another factor in this decline. To restore the Black-footed Ferret to her former glory, we must get this thread back on the main page.
~Doctor’s Log~
There is an incredible amount of insect life in the jungle. The mosquitos are SWARMING. Thankfully, I brought some homework to scare them away, and it seems to be working. I guess bugs dislike algebra as much as I do…
It seems like a lot of the rocks in the jungle contain some kind of crystals. I’m not sure what kind, as I am a (sort-of) doctor, not a geologist. However, they are very pretty. I wonder if they are valubale? It would not suprise me, because we did find the garnet grains on the beach.
Whew. Do you know how hard it is to teach LIRs how to steer a ship? Incredibly Difficult, no matter how intelligent they are…
I’ve finally found the Black-Footed Ferret, and have chosen to stay behind with the ships instead of venturing into the jungle – what, someone needs to guard the ships, right?
As to putting this thread on the main page, we could always try spamming, or chopping out posts into multiple posts, like:
112: I
113: think
114: this
115: would really
116: annoy
117: the Gapas.
but it might work.
I
Nah. Too easy.
We have to get this to 300 posts SOMEHOW!
~~cook’s log~~
03 October
Thanks to the Black-Footed Ferret’s first-class technology, I can moderate posts from shipboard. Yayness! Shore may a nice place to visit, but it’s not the sea.
Just me here at the moment, except for the seabirds who follow me everywhere, ever hopeful of another cooking disaster. Since the most dramatic one proved useful, providing us with explosive pies, I continue to experiment. There must be something new to do with leftovers.
Meanwhile, the captain and the doctor have gone ashore, forging diligently ahead in search of that elusive 300th post. The creature, considered legendary by the LIRs, is said to have the magical property of restoring lost threads to life, hence it is highly prized.
It’s so quiet here. Too quiet, perhaps? Where did the birds go?
My link on the Visit these threads thread hasn’t attracted any new seafarers. *sigh*
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Oct. 3. We caught a glimpse of what seemed to be the fabled 300th post, or Tricentus restoratus, today, but it slipped away. Still, every log entry brings us closer to our goal.
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Oct. 3. Update. We were just attacked by a weird creature that looked like a cross between a caterpillar and a pterodactyl. Its horrific screech left me comepletely deaf, so Ruffled Grouse gave me a pair of giant poultices that resemble purple earplugs. They will take about an hour to work. We are returning to our ship, as Captain Lestrange has arrived.
*someone throws a lighted stick of dynamite into the ocean*
KA-BOOM!!!!!!
That happened on October 4th.
Add me to the ship! I’ll be Commander of the Pie-Shooting Guns!!!
Forget #122! You found me while you were walking on land. I was climbing a tree in order to be able to use my sniper Acog 6x zoom scope. (I needed to be able to see where I was…) And I have a gun! (filled with tranquilizer darts…)
*fires at an animal, but misses*
Dang it! That was thirty feet away!
*fires at something 500 feet away*
*ting*
Got it! Ha!
*falls out of tree*
*points gun menacingly at crew*
Who are you?!?!?!
We, my friend, are licensed privateers and explorers, who are going about the business set to us by the Museican government. Why are you threatening us?
*discreetly signals crew to prepare coconut cream culverins*
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Oct. 4. We have returned to the ship, only to be confronted by a mysterious person with a hi-tech tranquilizer gun. The crew are standing by with the pie cannons, in case this person is an agent of Pinkus Bunniesloverus. I hope he is not, as my crew has dwindled, and some have fallen victim to the plague of Skool.
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Few in number, but a doughty lot indeed.
never fear, my comrades!
i’ve recruited a new shipmate – Dae Huan.
When she comes, greet her with a hearty pieing, would you?
lemme just try this…
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how’s zat?
is that a ship?
a really crappy looking ship?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*sighs*
it didn’t work…
*goes off to sulk*
the mast got moved…
If you’ll permit me, I’ll try again…
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PLEASE WORK!
omg, it almost worked!
hey, this is a good way to reach 300 posts…
practice making ships…
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We must find the 300th post SOMEWHERE! I hope Kokopelli #13 and Dae Huan will help us reach our goal. If Kokopelli #13 is not a mad supporter of Pinkus Bunniesloverus. I doubt that he/she is. However, I would feel alot more comfortable if I was NOT being threateaned with a gun. But that’s just my opinion.
(Forgive my double posting, but it is for the sake of the thread)
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I have attempted to build a ship, because Captain Lestrange said it would help us to capture the elusive 300th post.
So far, my ship looks like this:
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It is a beautiful raft, but I doubt it will prove seaworthy.
I managed to make a decent picture of the Black-footed Ferret on the Rebuilding Civilization thread.
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Do you like it?
Arrrgg. Didn’t come out right.
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Oct. 6. I have figured out a way to get more posts. Each person shall describe what their cabin aboard ship is like, in addition to the regular log.
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My cabin:
A small room, with a bookshelf on the wall which contains the ship’s log, the entire Edge Chronicles series, the Compleat Guide to Rodents of the Western Hemisphere, and every issue of Muse ever published. I usually sleep in a hammock that, during the day, is hung on the wall and out of the way. A safe stands in the corner, in which I keep several pie pistols, the famous Crouton of the Winds, and a rare book which I will not name for security reasons. I keep my clothes and maps in a large wardrobe.
We
need
more
POSTS!!!!!!
Sorry, GAPAs, I’m getting desperate.
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Oct. 7. Our fleet is sailing on in style. The jungle has been left behind, and we can see elevation in the terrain. A coniferous forest can be seen on the coast.
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My only faithful crew members are Rebecca Lasley and Ruffled Grouse. Bellatrix has hardly any left either. We have to get this back on the main page.
~Doctor’s Log~
My cabin has a small library, a few medical instruments (not many, because I’d probablly somehow manage to injure myself with them…), a hammock like the captain’s, a mysterious desk (bolted to the ground, of course) and a large cookie jar. I will not say how I come by the cookies, because if the ship’s cook finds out that I have been helping myself to her cookie supply, she would probablly make me walk the plank. Rats! I just said it. But she won’t ever read my Doctor’s Log, will she?
pppppooooosssst! Who was on the ship in Rebuilding Civilization? *Goes to check*
This was SUPPOSED to be the crew:
Prarilius Canix
Capricious
Fluffy
Der Waltchelschlag
Bartleby
Jadestone
Rebecca Lasley
Skipper Nancy
Silver Dragon
ME!
If I have forgotten anybody, POST HERE to let me/us know.
Actually, post here anyway. Oh, whatever. JUST POST!!!
I’m here!
Good! More posts!
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Oct. 8. Fair weather, not much wind. I think that the Crouton of the Winds is starting to lose its enchantment. A vessel has been sighted by the crew of the FyreWyrm off the port bow. It seems like a pierate vessel, but has no cannons, and it looks like a derelict.
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We are more than halfway to our goal of 300 posts!
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Approaching the ship, we found that it was the Waveshearer, last seen sailing south through the Gulf of Dornavenk with a crew of horned moles. Going aboard, we found that it had been abandoned. Charts, drawn precisely and annotated in Lirish, were discovered, showing accurate maps of the southern portion of Museica. It goes through coniferous forest for a while before opening onto sno-cone tundra. It actually connects with Dor at the South Pole. Our mission is accomplished, so we shall now return to Museica.
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I wonder what happened to the crew of the Waveshearer? I hope they are alive and well, somewhere.
Cap’n, I see land ahead! T’is Museica, I think! Maybe we will be able to pick up some more crew members there.
And what ever happened to the mad gun-wielding character? And Dae Huan?
(no offense to the mad gun-wielding character)
I’m looking for the 300th post…*looks through sniper scope* Ah-ha! *fires* *hits the 300th post* It’s about 140 miles away…that was a good shot…no wait…I shot the boat…
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Oct. 13. The person with a hi-tech tranquilizer gun has holed the boat. Fortunately, we have just reached the Apple Cider River, the southernmost point of Museica. We will drag the Black-footed Ferret up on its banks of rye bread to be repaired. Bellatrix, will you send your fleet ahead to Coontz City and inform them of our plight? We have lost our rations, and apple cider and rye bread get awfully monotonous. I will send up a distress pie in case the Sweet Tiramisu does not reach civilized Museica.
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THE BLACK-FOOTED FERRET
Ship’s Log
I have returnd, after a long and uneventful hiates. I apologise to my dear captain for disapearing as such, and hope to remain on board and help to reach the 300th parallel(what I’ve decided to call post 300-should be interesting because I don’t think there is a 300th parallel(although I recently discovered that I live in the 42nd parallel. Squee!)) *bows*
There must be a way we can fix the boat! Maybe we can stop the hole with glue, or bubblegum, or rye bread coated with some sort of water-proofing mixture. I’m not sure. Maybe if the bread is really stale…
Another crew member has returned!
*celebrates*
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Oct. 15. We have fixed the damage, but we were attacked by Pie Barbarians and Aerial HPBs at 1:23 this afternoon. We managed to repulse them, but all of us sustained serious injuries. Ruffled Grouse is treating them as best she can, but we cannot set sail yet and we are very vulnerable targets.
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Oct. 17. A scouting party of the KPDF found us and brought us to Coontz City. My crew and I are recuperating in Chad Hospital while the Black-Footed Ferret is being repaired in nearby Poseidon Shipyards. We will soon be completely recovered and will be ready for our next voyage.
It has taken a while for me to recover, because I not only sustained injuries from the attack, but also came down with a serious case of sokklhomeworkstressmusikdansbooks overload. (translation: I was reading while I should have been doing more useful things, and got really off track, and spent the past few days being really confuzzled). But now I can walk, using a cane.
Prehaps some Museacan government officals will give the crew medals, or somthing, for our bravery. *hopes*
I have just been informed that an aerial HPB has been captured, and is being held in the hospital basement! Maybe it will tell us why we were attacked. And then again, maybe not…
Perhaps I should explain what an Aerial HPB is. Aerial HPBs fly using their ears as rotors. This allows them to hover, go backwards, and fly with extreme rapidity.
Do they have bodies, or are they just bunny heads?
167- Just bunny heads. Nobody can figure out how they evolved, but on the ground they either bounce or roll. They use their ears to climb and hold objects.
I will see if the Museican Govt. has thought of any more voyages for us. If not, any of my crew who wish to can come aboard for a leisurely maritime jaunt out into the Filling Sea.
Yikes! I should not have read this right now with my brain in visual overdrive. I’m seeing a hot pink version of that old Peter Lorre movie, remade as The Beast with Long, Floppy Ears . . . with those images in mind, I may well end up with some tales for the Dreams thread.
Nope, none. I vote that we sail west to the Gulf of Dornavenk and thence southward in search of Eekeeknurknur & Company.
Well, sence there’s a bit of a lull over here by the sea, and if the Museican Government doesn’t have anything for us to do, should we work more on our maps; expanding the territory and all?
172- We just did. Anyway, I visited the Capital and learned that the PMs are rearranging the geography. The maps that we found helped a lot, apparently.
We’ll probably get to 200 posts pretty soon.
The Aerial HPB is now being interrogated. It told Museican law officers that it was given the task of patrolling the southern border of Museica by Pinkus Bunniesloverus. Bunniesloverus has been defeated by the KPDF and will be brought before the PM Council in a few days.
125 posts left till we return to the glory of the main page.
Good news, crew! We have been given a mission by the chief justice of Museica. We are to take some citizens and colonize another land.
Oh! Cool. Alas, dinner is now. But I shall return!
Wonderful! How many citizens would our ship hold, do you think? Sould we advertise on the random thread for hearty souls? That would increase the amount of posts!
I am requesting that we bring some captive HPBs on board ship, because I imagine that they would be very useful and could be used in bargining if we run into more bunnies.
A couple of bunnies are begging me to take them on board, saying that they were drafted by Bunniesloverus and forced to perform the most menial of tasks in horrible conditions. I think I will accept, because we are sorely in need of crew.
i don’t know how to submit this to the GAPA’s any other way than posting it so,
i think we should have a urban legend/myths thread. or we could have a pun/joke thread. either way.
Cormag, you could put it on the random thread. We do need another suggestion box thread.
a group of bakers have voniteert to go. the max number of peple you can take is 100. there are 50 bakers and 50 wifes. looks like you have a crew.i`m coming too to help report back to museica.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~OF THE BLACK-FOOTED FERRET~~~~~~~~~
Voyage Three. The Chief Justice of Museica, along with 50 families of bakers, is coming with us on our voyage of colonization. There are 4 places to choose from.
Gulf of Dornavenk:
Pros. Friendly to Museica. Inhabitants human. Plenty of ocean.
Cons. Language barrier. Dangerous beasts in water.
Navenk:
Pros. Not crowded. Lots of scenic wildlife.
Cons. Cold as heck.
Dor:
Pros. Warm tropical climate. Precious metals abound.
Cons. Unfriendly tribes of sentient, carnivorous reptiles.
Iknurowlis:
Pros. On good terms with rodent inhabitants. Fabulously rich in Iknurowlian money.
Cons. Very few humans can pronounce language. Separated from Museica by permanent storm.
We will cast a vote. Eligible voters are the Museican Chief Justice and all permanent members of this crew with the exception of the two HPBs
OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:
The Black-footed Ferret will be hosting a grand party on the day we reach the 200th post. All crews welcome.
My vote for the colony’s location is Iknurowlis.
Added note to the Official Announcement of message 185: Please RSVP. Need to plan for all the cooking. Some extra special pastries would seem to be called for. Back to the laboratory, uh, galley.
187- Laboratory? ?-0
Party? I LOVE parties! Only 11 more posts!
All of those places seem pretty hard to inhabit. However, if we could find some way to keep warm on Navenk, then that would be a good place to go. Maybe pie-furnaces, or somthing like that would work.
HMMMmmm…
I don’t know. Dor sounds nice to me.
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(GAPAs, this name doesen’t need to be added to the Who’s Here List)