Jack spun on her heels slightly hearing her name, “Aye?” She smiled back looking Blackfire in the eyes, standing up straighter. “Nice to meet you. I’d be willing to do that, glad to be of service” She nodded. “Maybe too I could find an empty space to toss my bag.” Looking for a place to crash was one of the least of Jack’s worries at the moment, she just knew that climbing and exploring the ship would not bode well with a bag strapped on her back. “Plus I have been wanting to explore. I don’t like not knowing the place I’m living or working inside and out for very long.”

Matthew followed Blackfire onto the ship deck, and smiled as he took a big whiff of the smell of seawater, fresh air, and hard work. He spotted the multiple sailors loading the last of the cargo onto the ship. He also spotted the captain, slicing through the work without even breaking a sweat. He watched as the captain flew into the air and climbed up the mast as if he trained for it his whole life. He took his eyes off the captain and began to help load the last of the cargo onto the ship. He was amazed to find practically everything but gunpowder for cannons. "I guess all of these cannons really are magic-based..." he told himself.

OoC// I got this thought out, don't worry! Everyone will have the means to fire the cannons in a few days time, Rous has to work on these things first. Gloves that allow anyone to become a beginner to intermediate pyromancer gets issued to those not born-of-flame or imbued by one who is. And there is powder aboard the ship, but for the rifles, pistols, and nine-pounders on deck. It will be explained in more detail in a few posts.

Rous sniffed the air, and turned his gaze towards the source of the breeze. He smelled rain, a small squall was brewing,the wind picking up in the driection they were headed. He pumped his fist in silent joy. Waterborne ships avoid storms with all they had. But flying ships rode the mass of air they pushed, with ease (but still avoided hurricanes and typhoons. The stronger storms could flip and tear apart airborne ships like tissue.) The storm would be here by midday, which meant they had to set sail shortly. They would be flying over land the first few days, until they hit one of the massive lakes a hundred miles inland. There they would stop, get some more supplies, then continue on. He had a place he needed to visit near the town, in the mountains, that would take the entire few day break to travel to and from, before they set out on another 3 day leg, this one spent on the water. 

The lake was considered a landlocked sea, since it was far too large to be just a lake. It was rumored that monsters lived in this lake, but they haven't been seen in centuries. As they crossed the mountains, though, they certainly had to worry about Drakes. He hated and loved the smaller, yet equally vicious cousins to dragons. Fun to hunt, but a horror to deal with in the massive groups they usually lived in. They varried in size, from the smallest being as big as a cow, to the size of his ship. (He once heard rumors of a man slaying one twice that size with a spear, whose blade was about as big as that of a claymore. At that point it could be considered a dragon, but who is to argue?)

He pointed a finger into the air, and a bright green fireball shot from it, and watched as it lazily began it's decent, but began to get carried away. Judging from the speed in which it floated off, he put the storm being there in two hours. He checked his pocket watch, muttered to himself, then began his descent to the deck, making fairly quick time down.

"Perfect! Although something tells me that we don't have a lot of time, so we should get going." Blackfire turned and headed for the lower decks; as she walked, a few of those bug-like things zipped back to her, right underneath her boots. "So," she said as they walked, "Did you do anything before signing up? Leave anyone at home or anything like that?"

"Ah," she said, "Sorry to cut this short..." She glanced toward a few doors. "We're leaving sooner than I thought." With a smile, she took herself back out onto the deck.

The captain's green sparks reflecting off of the ocean's water caught her attention. She turned to look at them directly. "Captain's descending." she told the group quietly, unsure if he meant to gather the crew together or wanted to issue out orders. Quietly she pulled a thick glass vial out of her pocket and held it over the side rail. She twirled a finger to call up some of the water and scooped it up into the vial. She liked to keep water samples from the different water sources she went to.

[I]"Miss Blackfire, if you would call the crew to attention, please."[/I] He waited for the familiar low-high-low note combo to be blown on the whistle before he spoke [I]"Our job this go around is to sail with a small merchant fleet to the nation of Marcon inland. We will stop at the small town of Perconi, on Gyphin sea 3 days in. 15 ships total, 4 of which, including us, are the escorts. We will rest at Perconi for 3 days before we sail the rest of the way on the lake, where we will finish our trip at Rhindel. Now, I need all the newcomers who are not pyromancers to step over here please, I need a count for pyromancy hands. [/I] He indicated with his hand to one side of the ship, and waited.

Nikki's ears perked at the sound of the whistle, and she looked towards its source. She gave most of her attention to the captain, devoting just a little to considering where they were headed. The woman had done a fair bit of traveling, though she'd never been to Perconi. A rest so soon after starting out was a bit of a disappointment, but she didn't say that aloud. When Rous told those without fire magic to step to one side, she jumped down from the railing and made her way over in that direction.

Blackfire smirked down at the little whistle. That was handy. She tucked it neatly into her weskit and stepped over where indicated. "Captain," she said quietly, "I have a question. Does being part of this crew make me... er, resistant to Perconi's law? I mean, hypothetically, if I were a wanted woman who was to be arrested on sight..." Hopefully that wouldn't be a problem, but she never knew. It was best to be prepared... "I mean. Hypothetically. Haha."

Tressa was humming a happy tavern tune to herself, arranging their food supply to mimic what she was used to at home, her system that made sense to her. When she heard the whistle, she didn't know exactly what she meant, but she was familiar enough with sailors at least to know that it meant something. Maybe they were setting sail? Tressa finished pushing a barrel of apples into place and, dusting off her hands, exited her realm. It did appear that everyone was gathering, so at least she'd have the sense to come on deck.

Lacking any magic whatsoever, Tressa joined those who were also not pyromancers, eyes darting around to take in faces.

Matthew, too, felt the wind pick up as he put down one last piece of cargo. "The Captain must be having us shove off soon." He told himself. He saw the small green fireball and his eyes widened. He fell to his knees, clutching his head in pain, as images of demons and green flames flashed through his mind. Mouth gaping open in a silent scream he nearly cried out in pain, as it felt as if someone was smashing his head in with a sledgehammer, but he dealt with the agony, and shook it off. Dazed, he got off of his knees and began to walk. The world seemed to tilt before him as he stumbled and the world around him turned black for a moment. Holding his head in one hand, he made his way to the living quarters below deck. The beds were nothing more then cots with fur blankets, but he just needed a place to sit down. He held his head between his hands as the images of green flames continued to flash before his eyes.

((OOC: I assume the sleeping quarters of the crew (except for the first mate and captain, of course) is shared between all of the crew members?))

Nikki's interest was drawn by the sight of a cute guy taking a tumble, and then stumbling off. Her curiosity piqued, she followed Matthew, with the excuse prepared that the captain wanted a count of those without pyrokinesis ability counted. She remembered the captain mentioning that the horned man was lacking in that area, like herself. She slipped below deck, eyes adjusting quickly to the change in lighting, and frowned in concern when she saw him holding his head. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked her voice gentle.

Matthew shook his head, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "Fire... all I see is fire..." he said, still holding his head. He took his hands away from his face and his green eyes seemed blank, distant. "Why does this have to happen now?" He seemed to be asking thin air. His hands covered his face again, muttering something intelligible under his breath, that even the nekomimi couldn't hear. He bared his teeth as his hands began to glow green, and then just as soon as it started to glow, the light was cut off. "Why do these flames always happen at the worst time possible? The demons, they taunt me." Matthew sounded like a madman, muttering words about flames and demons.

Nikki was concerned about her fellow crewmember, but her nature was such that she couldn't contain a "Whoa, cool!" at the flames. Still, she tried to be sympathetic. She tapped Matthew's shoulder. "Look, we need to get topside. Captain Rous wants a count of folks without fire magic, and that includes us. And if you're having any sort of trouble, you should probably talk to him, as soon as things settle down and we're underway." It didn't occur to Nikki that it might be problematic to wait until /after/ it wasn't possible to let the troubled man off the ship to tell people about his problems.

Matthew nodded, and got up, head still reeling. He managed to take a few steps before the world tilted again, but he shook it off. He eventually made it topside, doing a good job not to get noticed, and also doing a good job that if he were to be noticed, he would come off as fine. He managed to sneak his way into the group of non-pyromancers as the last of them shuffled into the separate groups. He silently sighed with relief, not only because the images had stopped by then, even though his head was still throbbing quite a bit, he also wasn't caught shifting groups by the other crew members.

Jack followed Blackfire easily down below. She curiously saw something scurry past but couldn’t find where it ended up, shaking it off slightly knowing she’d see plenty of strange unexplainable things. “Depends on what you mean by anything” She shrugged starting to answer her questions. “No, there is no one or thing at home, if you could even really call it a home. I like to move.” She kept going. “Weather?” She asked going back into the light of the deck.

Hearing the whistle, Fer quickly made his way back to the top deck joining the group, listening intently. He was ready to sail. The stop seemed good time to get acclimated to the motion of the ship.

Jack wandered over to the side the captain motioned to without the fire abilities. The best she could do was strike flint with her knife. Fer however stayed put. It was something he had forgot to fore mention. He wasn’t the strongest yet, but could get a little flame going.

Avery's eyes flicked to the man (boy?) and then a woman (girl?) as they retreated downstairs. The man seemed to be hurting but before she could do anything the whistle to assemble was sounded. She itched to help the poor kid but the call came first. The other woman would come for help if he needed it. At least that's what she told herself. Through the rest of the orders Avery's eyes flicked constantly to the door that they'd disappeared down into and back to the captain. She barely caught the order to separate pyromancers and non-pyromancers. Her lips twitched into a small smile at that, she was definitely not a pyromancer.

She positioned herself on the edge of the fire-free group so she could run to the door if needed. She relaxed slightly as Matthew and Nikki emerged again and joined the group. Quietly she slipped over to stand next to him. "Are you okay? You look a little...off." she whispered to him.

Shafens eyes flick towards the sound of the pipe." Come Baba " he calls to his chest as he makes his way towards the mage side of the crew .His eyes narrow at the little black bugs flitting about as he makes his way towards the railing to the side of the crowd."Down Baba"he mutters before sitting on the chest. His smile fading to a look of concern at Matthew and Nikki to be replaced by the smile again ""we have Fae-touched,demon-bred,Djin-cursed and not sure more but it looks like a new home ehh baba? mayhap we can find what we need with the crew" his eyes dance around everyone resting on Nikki and Blackfire for a moment" then again maybe not maybe we just finish the contract and then we shall see"

Tressa leaned against the railing, eyes trailing over those who bore the ability to command fire. She was surprised to see that the man who had shown her kindness was a pyromancer. He hadn't struck her as the type, but it was a good reminder to her that people were not always what they seemed. She wouldn't say rarely - people were quite often what they seemed. Lacking much else to do, Tressa sidled over to meet someone new. She saw familiar faces, but she didn't want to interrupt them. Instead she found herself by Jack. "Hi," she said, "are you also new to the crew?"

He counted 33 non-pyros out of the 74 new folks. Good, not many gloves to do this go around. He was disappointed, though. He loved spending time where he had to go to make these pyromancy hands. Away from civilization.

[I]"33, excellent. All hands, prepare for departure!"[/I]With that, the crew dispersed with a chorous of "Aye, sir!" 'S. Men scurried up the rigging like squirrels, and began unfurling the sails, while others tied them down. It was organized chaos on the deck, as the crew scrambled about like ants to do their jobs. He walked, hands clasped behind his back once more, to the front of the ship, where he stood to watch his crew work

“Aye?” Jack asked looking over “Oh hello, yes, names Jack” She smiled offering out a hand before the captain called to leave. “You are?” She asked going to start on something, hoping the woman would follow her, or at least until someone needed either of them.

Fer jumped to help anywhere he could, trying to judge the people around as to how much help was needed or who would find him just in the way.