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RDchicken99 said:
(Iā€™m not proofreading this it might be a hot mess)

Vhanya took a deep breath of cool sea air. The sun was well on its way to being fully set, and the breezes carried the unmistakable scent of evening. If she were in Neustadt, the fireflies would be out.
Softly, she stepped along the deck to the ratlines near the spanker. Ascending the ropes required little thought, her hands bore the necessary callouses and her arms were lean and strong.
She remembered being much smaller, scaling those ropes with a knife in her teeth or a length of rope under an arm to bring to the sailors along the yards. Though Vhanya had grown older, the sea winds hadnā€™t changed. They bit through the ropes, fluttering tied sails and stinging the skin with sea-spray.
She reached the yard, tightly hooking an arm around the wood to keep herself steady.
And there was the sunset, bleeding out over the ocean and setting the farthest waves aglow with light of the purest crimson.
Red sky at night, sailors delight.
Vhanya grinned, relishing the taste of salt in the air and yes, even the last cries of the gulls before night came.
She couldnā€™t hardly wait ā€˜til they set sail.
Then came the climb down from the ratlines, and the thud of her boots on the planks when she jumped down.
One of her crew was dragging a crate towards the hatchway, she stopped him with a shrill whistle.
ā€œYou there! Fetch Bailey for meā€” and thereā€™s a girl somewhere around here. Curls,ā€ she gestured, ā€œstands around eh, this tall. Sheā€™ll answer to Lyra. Fetch her too.ā€
And she kept walking, keeping a keen yellow eye on the men as they worked. Theyā€™d finished unloading and were now all aboard the ā€˜Silver, presumably stocking the stores and hanging hammocks belowdecks.
Sheā€™d find Bailey, Jintao, then her helmsman. As for Lyra, she was intending to settle her as a medic. Cyrus would teach her well, she was certain.
With the others she would chart their course. The way she already had planned, of course. Though, she would allow them to feel as though they made some sort of decision in the process.
She stopped walking, envisioning the course in her mind.
Due east, then the wide way down to Undermine. The Kingā€™s ships take that route if theyā€™re feeling secretive. We can take their stores, guns. Perhaps some hostages.
Vhanya, content with her plan, resumed her walk to descend belowdecks.
If all went well, they would leave at dawn and be well on their way in a fortnight.
The Quicksilverā€™s sails would know wind again soon.
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"Captain."
Hard-soled boots thumped the hollow boards as the Harpy landed, a sweep of guided air gusting across the deck and down the steep stairwell to the lower decks, where the Captain now stood.
"If you've got a moment, I'd like to bring the evening report."

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Lacy Duckwing said:
(He's probably got a few on that ship that he won't like. :lol: )
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(Oh, I just can't WAIT for Ember to get ahold of him...)
 
-Shade- said:
"Captain."
Hard-soled boots thumped the hollow boards as the Harpy landed, a sweep of guided air gusting across the deck and down the steep stairwell to the lower decks, where the Captain now stood.
"If you've got a moment, I'd like to bring the evening report."
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(Now I must remember how to write Vhanya šŸ˜­)

The work belowdecks was nearly complete, Vhanya could hear shouts and the moving of crates, bulkheads, and other such necessities below her current place in the gun deck. Men went to-and fro around her, carrying more crates down the hatchways and performing the necessary maintenance on the Quicksilverā€™s fifty-five gleaming guns. Bailey had mustered his entire crew and then some, nearly two-hundred men were now aboard the ā€˜Silver.
A rush of wind and footsteps. Vhanya turned to greet her quartermistress with a grin, ā€œdo tellā€” ah, and from now on, keep record of your reports as well. Bailey will appreciate logs.ā€
She pressed a hand to her chin, yellow eyes on the Harpy.
 
RDchicken99 said:
(Now I must remember how to write Vhanya šŸ˜­)

The work belowdecks was nearly complete, Vhanya could hear shouts and the moving of crates, bulkheads, and other such necessities below her current place in the gun deck. Men went to-and fro around her, carrying more crates down the hatchways and performing the necessary maintenance on the Quicksilverā€™s fifty-five gleaming guns. Bailey had mustered his entire crew and then some, nearly two-hundred men were now aboard the ā€˜Silver.
A rush of wind and footsteps. Vhanya turned to greet her quartermistress with a grin, ā€œdo tellā€” ah, and from now on, keep record of your reports as well. Bailey will appreciate logs.ā€
She pressed a hand to her chin, yellow eyes on the Harpy.
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"Noted."
She flitted through the parchment of the logbook skillfully, landing on the page with the freshest writing.
"The bulkheads are assembled and the crew is just working to tighten their fastenings. Most of the supplies are secured- there are a few barrels of gunpowder that still need to be settled but that is all. 147 crewmates total, not counting you, myself, the first mate, and the medic and his new apprentice. Total persons aboard number 152. All of the sails and fastenings have been checked and are ready to set sail at first light. Canons are undergoing maintenance as we speak."
She clapped the book shut, suppressing an impatient sigh.
"Should I arrange the housings for the private chambers?

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