(( I love that you called it Baba because of Baba Yaga.))

Tressa laughed at Blackfire's response, a soft "no offense taken" sort of laugh. "It's early, we're all rearing to go, I think that's entirely understandable. I'm a morning person myself but I've known plenty who weren't, and it's about the same when you didn't get good sleep. Hopefully that won't be a problem on board!"

Others arrived and she gave them small waves. She didn't recognize Shafen as the murderer from the bar because she'd only seen the corpse, so she regarded him with only her cheerful smile just as she'd smiled at everyone else. She was a little surprised to see his chest belch up a person, but the man looked uninjured and that was...one of the more interesting ways to apprehend a thief she'd seen. Note to self, stay away from the creepy chest.

She saw Fer and gave him a wave as well. That was the man who had seen her crying, wasn't he? She wasn't certain how she felt seeing him now, after his seeing her in a vulnerable spot. Maybe she just had to pretend like it didn't happen. That was a solid plan, right? Didn't matter, that was her plan. Tressa did not recognize the woman coming up not far behind him, but then she hadn't seen most the people in the line so it didn't much matter to her.

     

Down the road from where the crew was gathering came a rumbling sound. Rous, along with 30 other crewmembers, were pushing the 5 guns he had repaired from the gunsmith's shop. The sound of pieces rolling grabbed the attention of everyone around, and they quickly got out of the way, knowing the heavy guns would be hard to stop once moving. The powderless guns were odd looking, where the barrel ended at the bottom, there was a ring that stuck out all the way around, followed by a skinnier chamber.

[I]"MAKE A HOLE!"[/I] Rous shouted as they neared the group, not slowig down a bit. Although the rest of the men pushing the guns were huffing and puffig and swearing up a storm, Rous had hardly broken a sweat. He smiled and nodded as the guns came to a halt on the wooden dock, the boards creaking under their weight.

[I]"Good morning! I hope everyone had a good few days rest, and found time to take care of personal affairs..."[/I] He said, strolling along the dock, he began to lift the tarps on the wagons csrrying their supplies, inspecting the goods. Muttering to himself, he picked out an apple. He buffed it on his coat and bit into it, a crisp, clean crunch resulted. He nodded, continuing his inspection. He grabbed a biscuit, and broke it in half. Fresh and free of weevils. He moved on to the barrels of water,lifting the top off of one. He reached a hand in and brought out a cupped handful, sipping the water, it was fresh and clean. He splashed the rest of the handful on his face. The vegetables hadn't a spot on them, and judging from the strange variety, Tressa had planned on cooking a rightful old feast for them every night.

[I]"Excellent work, Miss Tressa. Seems to me you do have good bargaining skills, judging from the amount of goods you got us. You shall be the cook, and our trades master. Only complaint is no ckickens for meat and eggs. No big deal, we shall just get some on our first stop. "[/I] He gave a nod of approval, before turningto he rest of the crew.

[I]"Well, if we are all present, time to get these guns and supplies loaded! Miss Blackfire, oversee this operation. Mr. Lief, since you think you are skilled with artillery pieces, you will be a gunnery seargent. Unfortunately, you lack the pyrotechnic skills to fire the weapons, but you will be In charge of Aiming the weapons, and commanding the men to fire. Mr. Shafen, you are on security detail, make sure no idiots come and steal our stuff while we load. Miss Jackson, tend to he idiots who hurt themselves simply loading. The rest, get to work! Watch our ship come in! [/I] The last part he said with a mischievous grin.

He turned towards the water, and held out his hand, palm up. A multicolor, very compact fireball sprung to life. It spun about for a split second, before screaming into the air like a firework. It exploded, signalling the ship to make a water landing and moor at the docks. What started out as a speck circling the town, was suddenly a massive, red ship. It made a swift decent, it's bow sending up a massive wave as it hit the water. The bowsprit was a woman, busty of course, but she was wearing a jester cap. The 216 gun ship was a monster of a ship, much, much larger than it's nearest competitor of 110 guns. 108 guns on each side of the ship, with 3 rows of 36 guns apiece, the ship was known to sink lesser ships with one volley, even though broadside battles could go on for hours. The main sails cast a formidable shadow on the docks, all looking like they literally brought down a thundercloud to the ground. He smiled at the sight of his ship. All activity stopped qlong the docks and roads as the ship came in, dwarfing the 50 gun warship next to it, the captain of the ship tilting his head so far back to look at the crow's nest, his hat fell off.

To the shouts of the landing crew, Captain Rous turned to the newcomers, arms open. [I]"Ladies and gentlemen, 'The Jester's legacy'. Now get to work!"[/I]

Blackfire cleared her throat a few times after receiving orders, then barked out, "Alright, I swear to god if y'all mess this up..." Her fingers twitched. "Food cart goes first, got it? And make sure nothing falls! If it does, pick it up before it gets run over. Or stepped on. Or snatched. Especially snatched! If you try to steal anything off the cart, so help me!" She snapped her fingers and waved her hands, getting the slightly bewildered-looking crew going.

It did give her a little time to study everyone. So far... she had to admit the power of a few of them was very attractive. She glanced at the muscle, unamused with them. They seemed a little clumsy. "Captain," she said, "I don't know how much I'll be overseeing, but what are my limits?"

As the large guns rolled by he almost immediately recognized what kind of cannons they were. "Precision pyrotechnic-powered iron buster cannons." he told himself under his breath. His father only had two of these on his ship, as it was used to bust through iron hulls of enemy ships. He was only broken from his admiration of the guns when he heard the captain bite into a crisp apple that apparently the barmaid had bought, along with the other wagons of food. When the captain accused Matthew of only 'thinking' that he was skilled with cannons and the such, it hurt his pride a bit but he said nothing. That'd mean he'd just have to prove it to the captain. When he saw the ship in the distance, he had to squint in order to spot it, but when he did, he was astonished. The ship had to be at least three times the size of his father's 36 gun 'fishing ship'.

Tressa balked at the ship's size. How many men must live there? The captain had said she'd gotten enough, done well enough, but damn. That ship was enormous!

She shook her head slightly to clear it. Everything seemed bigger to her because she worked in a tiny bar all her life. The ship was large, but she knew her imagination made it larger still. Captain'd said she'd done well enough. Just missing chickens - the notion surprised her. But it made sense, live chickens would, as he said, provide eggs and there was no worry of having to salt or smoke the meat, it could be fresh. Tressa was uncertain how to really care for chickens, but it couldn't be that hard, could it? Just stick them in a cage, keep it clean, feed them. She mused over this, stealing sidelong glances at the giant ship, as she grabbed one of the carts and began pushing.

Avery jumped out of the way like the rest of the new crew members as the guns came by. They were impressive to see. When the ship lowered into the water Avery flexed her muscles, calming the bigger waves that radiated out from the ship. She didn't want any of the crew to get wet. It would be uncomfortable to load everything with soaking pants. Rocking of the other ships would also be minimized, no need to disgruntle their neighbors.

"Of course Captain." Avery said quietly turning to watch as the crew started getting organized and loading the supplies. The strong woman wanted to help but orders were orders, she made a mental note to alert the captain to her climbing abilities and willingness to do more than fix injuries. Speaking of injuries watching some of the crew pick up the crates made her cringe. "Oi, do you want to throw out your backs?!" She snapped at a few crew members who were lifting more with their backs than their legs. She strode over to them. "Lift like this-" she demonstrated how to lift using legs rather than their backs "-and you'll have less of a risk of injuring yourselves. I don't want to deal with injuries before we even set sail. Especially muscle injuries." She gave each of them a warning look before setting it down, again bending her knees rather than folding at the hip. The medic watched the now nervous looking crew pick up the boxes and carry them on board with arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

She resumed a post by the ship's loading area, her eyes monitoring for other potential problems. Aside from a few smooshed or clipped fingers most did okay, although she could see she'd have a few patients by the days end. She could already see some of the crew had low pain tolerances. The ones she saw sizing her up she ignored. They could think what they wanted about a female medic.

(( Powderless guns? Meaning they take special ammo, and can only be fired with magic? I mean, if it's simple fire magic I'd think any source of fire would do, wouldn't it? So...how do they work?))

Nikki whistled in appreciation, her eyes bright with excitement. "Now that's a ship!" she exclaimed, grinning broadly. She watched it come in eagerly, and once the gangplank was down, she joined the others in helping bring the cargo aboard. She wasn't especially strong, but she could carry some of the smaller loads without too much difficulty. It looked like they'd be eating pretty well, which was a relief. Not all ships had good food, as she'd discovered in the past much to her dismay.

Man that ship was a beauty, and it is what would be called home for his duration of time in the crew. Fer starred up in fascination, scanning over each decorative detail, taking in major locations, in hopes to more easily transfer inside bearings. He listened intently as he looked around, hearing everyone’s name but his and at least one other that was standing in the new group. Because of that, when the captain gave the orders, he jumped to work wherever he needed, lifting, pushing, whichever. Walking past Tressa he flashed a pearly smile nodding his head a bit in her direction. He remembered the events of three days prior, it made no difference to him, but it would sit in his pocket for a possible future use if needed.

Jack’s jaw dropped a bit seeing the ship come into view. Quickly she shook her head realizing she was standing there looking like a fish out of water, mouth hanging open. That wasn’t very attractive. Composing herself again, she turned her attention to the captain as he began to speak. Clearly showing he had great command, and showing he was fit to hold the title of captain of such a glorious ship. Not hearing her name being attached to a specific position or job for the moment, when he let them go to work, she smiled walking pass him going to grab a box to carry in. Her bag easily slung over her shoulder crossing her back out of the way. Curiosity started to take over, she simply wanted to explore the ship, to learn it inside and out.

shafen whistles softly to himself as he starts to scan about the crowd, muttering to himself three banks of 36 per side, berthing space is at minimum 300 foot by 50 . Shafen whirles and shouts as he points with his cane" You back away or else lose the hand" not waiting a heartbeat a dart flies from the tip of his cane to strike the thug in the neck."Anyone else wish to die?" He calmly asks pointing his cane at another

Avery whirled around to the shouts of Shafen, apparently the killer from the pub had decided to go on this trip. A cold wave of anger rushed through her. "You didn't even give that man a chance to live." She hissed at the man, advancing on him, her voice as cold as the artic. Her pale eyes were cold as ice as she glared at him. She kept one eye on his cane, apparently that was his favorite method from what she'd seen of him. "I am the doctor on this ship and if I see one suspicious death I am reporting you to the Captain. I will not have this crew dying on my watch because we have a trigger happy assassin on board." The doctor wanted to go on but she held her tongue, Avery realized she was not on board yet nor did she have any official say in any matter, but she felt it was her responsibility to make sure the crew would stay as healthy as possible. She wanted to add that it was not necessary to kill to show how good of a killer you were. Deaths like the ones he was causing were wasteful. Avery was not of fan of wasting anything, even the life of a thief.

Matthew turned his gaze from the ship and crew to find the woman shouting at the man who killed a potential crew member the other day. He jogs towards the scene, then slows his pace to a walk, placing a hand on Avery's shoulder and giving her a look saying "I've got this.", he then proceeds to walk towards Shafen and gave him the same look, "Now I think I told you men to leave and I thought you'd stop thieving for the day. Apparently not. Now I hope your dead buddy will teach you a lesson that if you stop doing this kinda stuff, then you wouldn't lose anyone else. Now take your dead friend, leave, and stop doing the shit you do." With that, the thugs picked up their dead friend by the legs and head, and proceeded to run off. Matthew turned to Shafen, "Are you crazy?" He said, his voice slightly raised, "You can get yourself iced off of this ship if you do anything like that again. No one is out to get you on this ship, so fix your act. Get a new cane or something specific for the ship, just don't kill anyone else unless you absolutely, positively, have to." He raised his eyebrows, "Got it?"

"Hey," Blackfire said, leaning toward the little group. "I know you're just trying to discourage him, but keep in mind it's ultimately the captain who decides what to do, hm? I'd rather see you get back to work and not get talked to before we even had a chance to set foot on the ship." With that, she headed for the ship herself; during all of that, she'd managed to get everything loaded and in its proper place, which meant she could now go explore. "Ah, Captain," she said, pausing just before walking up onto the ship, "Do we have specific rooms we've been assigned or are we just free to try and find one for ourselves? And for that matter, what sort of other duties do I have right now?"

()

Shafens eyes stay locked onto the rapidly diminishing pile of goods as he turns and faces Avery."Ahh Avery our ships Doctor nice im glad we have one this trip"he says with a smile" id love to talk shop on methods, but i DO have a job to do ,but ill give you this one for free.I Am an assassin NOT a murderer or thug if im not paid or ordered to kill i DON'T. However you and the thieves don't have to know that. So IF a thief hears he is going to die and sees a partner drop stops and runs away. and so a paralysis dart and threat does the same job as a knife. I was PAID to kill Marcus BEFORE he killed the Captain and i did i was not paid for the thief so he sleeps." Shafen laughs"The only creature on this planet i kill with out pay are jesters there no coin small enough to be fair value. ive wasted enough time explaining myself to you for what should have been obvious if you checked him first i thought my little display to you with the last thief and baba was enough to clue you in on my methods

"I am sorry, I assumed from your last victim I saw you killed this man as well, my temper got the better of me. I did not check this man first. I missed whatever happened with baba, whoever that may be. I was busy helping the crew learn to avoid back injury. You put on a good show. However my warning still stands. I am not a fan of killing even if it is necessary. I find it is usually wasteful." Avery said apologetically. The other commentors had moved away before she could explain what she'd do. Her intent would have been to complain to the captain, not throw him overboard when no one was looking.

Sighing she watched the last of the crew load up the supplies as she turned away from Shafen. Her eyes once again roaming the lot looking to prevent harm from happening. Avery shouldered her own packs and followed the other crew members and wandered about the ship, searching for a medical room. "Surely a ship this size must have something of the sort" she muttered to herself. She doubted it would be anything special. Her only hope if there was one that a hammock could be laid out in the work room or there was an bedroom for her nearby. No doubt with the preparing of the ship there were already injuries to a few crew members. A few burns, splinters, and pulled muscles were probably going to be her usual work on this voyage.

Tressa received directions to the larder once she was aboard the ship. While she figured she ought to help wheel up more carts, she was certain her additional help wouldn't make a huge difference so she set about taking inventory of what was already there. This quick orientation of their food storage also allowed her to get a general grasp on where things went - or where they ought to go - and Tressa began putting foodstuffs away, pleased she was still proving useful after all. A small part of her was relieved to be in her element on the ship, and not down on the docks where that other guy was. Who knew what mischief the assassin could be up to right now? But she'd see him again. She'd see everyone on the ship. She had all the food.

[I]"As of now, Miss Blackfire, you are my first mate. In charge of giving the crew orders from me, knowing the status of everything on the ship. The guns, the condition of the hull,how much sorcery is left in the flight stove, the inventory of our stocks. As for your sleepig arrangement, there is a small office near my quarters, that is yours. Punishments, as long as they aren't too much, are up to you. Death sentances will only be carried out by my orders. Get the last of these supplies on board, then have the crew prepare for departure. We will be escorting a small merchant fleet for our first job, shouldn't take more than a few days. We will be flying for 3 of them. As soon as they finish, call the cree to order. Orientation will be given for the new comers. Where the grub will be had, the infirmiry, sleeping quarters."[/I] He handed her a whistle, the one used to call attention to the deck, along with other useful ays of signalling the crew to do things.

With hands clasped behind his back, he strode around the deck, peekig over the side at the group below. [I]"I'm not paying you to stand around! Get moving!" [/I] He said just above the din of the crew working. He turned on his heel and kept walking. Every so often, he'd stop and help a sailor with whatever they were doing.Even though he was the Captain, he still worked. He liked working, it also kept the crew loyal knowing that he still got down and dirty.

He didnt slow his stride as a cannon came swinging in front of him,suspended by a locked pulley from one of the crossbeams of the mast, the wheel barely missing his nose. He caught the trailing rope, and the massive momentum of the cannon flung him into the air. He swung up and landed on the main mast, climbing expertly to the crow's nest. Once at the top, he watched far below as the crew worked, finishing the loading process. For the first time today, he smiled. Always made him happy to see a crew make preparations to leave. He turned his gaze to the sun, watching the clouds as they scurried past. The wind current in the sky was fast today, perfect for fast trips.

OoC// That will be explained shortly! But for your sake, they are fired by a pyromancer spell, not just a simple source of fire. A specific spell.

As the pile of supplies started to dwindle so did the time Fer spent on the docks. Which was fine, that meant they were closer to seeing new places, doing new things, just new in the whole sense of the word. Wandering about he looked for someone who’d need help, giving a hand here, holding things there, just being an over all help until he found his spot and permanent position. He ducked a bit being close to the swinging cannon then the swinging Captain. He marveled a bit at the Captains talent to seamlessly do almost anything. Going below, Fer went in search of anyone else needing help with anything, stepping out of the way as stepping into help. Trying to keep his bearings on a place he’d be living on, he’d glance into doorways to see where they lead.

Roaming around the deck having lost other boxes to carry in, Jack shed her jacket throwing it over the strap of her bag, baring her shoulders tossing her hair back as well. The sun and light breeze felt good on her skin, sailing was going to feel good. “Might as well get to know some of the rest of the crew” She said to herself looking around. The small group catching her eye, recognizing most of them from the bar and the docks. “Good start” She said walking over hearing the tail end of their conversation as the shadow of the now flying Captain flew across the ship deck. “Pardon, but is there any way I could currently be of assistance to any of you mates?” She asked “The name’s Jack by the way.” She flashed a warming smile around the group, hoping someone could use her assistance.

Nikki went back and forth several times with various burdens, moving quickly and easily through the other people. She looked at Shafen often when he was close. He rubbed her the wrong way, and she was not eager to spend time with him. Matthew, on the other hand...Well. The nekomimi smiled slightly as she entertained that thought, and set the sack she was carrying down. A glance over the side told her that the last of the cargo could be easily handled by those still near it, so she went to the railing and leaped lightly upon it, to get out of the way of those who knew how to prepare the vessel for departure.

(( It seems a little silly to me to not have at least some cannons that can be fired by anyone, unless fire magic is possessed by almost everyone. What happens if you lose all your fire mages, but still have crew left to fight?))

Blackfire grinned to herself. First mate? Bingo. What a fantastic position to have. "Thanks, Captain," she said, even though by that point he'd already gone off. She glanced around quickly to see if anyone was watching, then quietly snapped her fingers and sent little bug-like shadows - hundreds of them - scurrying out to explore the ship while she was making sure things were getting done right. When they'd all gone off, Blackfire popped back over to the small group. "Jack," she said, looking the other woman up and down, "I'm Blackfire. What say you come with me and we'll go down to make sure none of the crew is lounging about in their quarters, hm? Or anywhere else, for that matter."

Avery wandered back onto the deck having left her packs and boots in the medical room. She reached the deck in time to see the captain swing up into the crow's nest. That looked like fun, although dangerous. There was a small group of people she recognized from the pub over by the rail. "Oh what the heck" she said to herself then wandered over to them in time to hear the introductions and Black fire's idea for inspection. She'd dodged a small bullet not hiding in her office. Rather than introduce herself she decided to lean up against the rail and watch the ocean beneath them.