She doesn't feel good.  [Private to GM: 23:07, Today: Katherine 'Kat' Steele rolled 13 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,4,6.  HT. versus 11.]

In reply to Cyril Zotmund (msg # 111):

"Never said it would," Meir leaned casually against the far railing and grinned back as he tore off another piece with his teeth and chewed.
"Just that it could."
He chewed with an expression of contentment only a zen master could achieve.
"Mmmm, I love this stuff!"
[Private to GM: Hopefully he's far enough away that the substitution won't be readily noticed, especially with their heads over the other side! :p]

In reply to Meir Galinski (msg # 115):

Both Kat and Cyril notice that what he is eating is not exactly the same as what he offered them.

"Oh, I guess you have to get use to this stuff"

In reply to Katherine 'Kat' Steele (msg # 117):

As the day wears on, you don't feel much better. Finally, around late afternoon, another island is sighted.

This island is a little larger than the previous one, and there is an active volcano on it with a peak around 700 feet above the sea. The skipper pulls around into the lee of the island, and parks about 250 yards from the shore.

"It is usually pretty quiet, but lava flows on the island can be dangerous, so we will have to stay aboard tonight." he explains.

At least the lee has calmer weather, and about 2 or 3 hours after you weigh anchor, you start to feel better. You may even feel like eating by breakfast time...

Cyril tries a light supper, figuring that come morning, he may not have time to digest breakfast before the motion gets to him...

Kat monas "Wonderful" she says as she drinks some water

In reply to Katherine 'Kat' Steele (msg # 120):

You sleep fitfully as the boat strains on it's anchour cable, though the crew do not seem to notice, as their snoring is nearly as loud.

Until early morning. The loud clanging of the anchor chain as it is lifted at first light rudely wakes you. Breakfast is grilled fish...as the boat departs.

The seas are a little more mild in the morning, though the dark clouds suggest the afternoon will be a very different story.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:01, Tue 31 Jan 2017.

Cyril again tries to eat lightly... Eat lightly Kat... hopefully we can have it all digested before it gets rough...



[Private to GM: 17:23, Today: Cyril Zotmund rolled 8 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,2,4.  HT. Made it by 3]

Kat wakes up and looks around. She looks at Cyril "Well, at least its fresh. I wonder if I have any gin left"

Meir takes pity on the offworlders and offers them one small tablet each with breakfast.
"Natural remedies aren't always best. That's why we also carry pharmaceuticals."
[Private to GM: Whatever generic motion sickness drugs are carried in the ships medical supplies...]

I'm doing OK right now... let's save it for later...

"These are actually seasickness tablets, made at the farming colony. They should be taken an hour before they are needed. And it looks like they will be needed. You can all swim, right?" the skipper says, handing them out too the crew as well.

Good Point, Lets stay ahead of the need.

"Yes, I can swim." she says as she looks around.

In reply to Skipper (msg # 126):

"Good. if it gets nasty, I might get everyone to put on life jackets all the same."

He indicates where they are, and goes through how to put them on with you.

Which is just as well, as the storm is picking up a little. By lunch time, the wave are up to 8 ft with a 40 knot wind blowing. But the skipper seems excited.

"We will be there in no time with this wind...It is blowing in about the right direction!"

[OOC: Please indicate who take the Sea sickness tablets at breakfast.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:40, Wed 01 Feb 2017.

I can swim too, but not any great distance.

She will take the Sea sickness tablets

Even Meir popped one of the tablets with his breakfast, knowing that the seas were about to get rather "turbulent". He also kept his wetsuit on and a life jacket always close to hand.
It wasn't that he couldn't swim, but usually in weather such as this he was in a much smaller boat and probably alone. With the water as cold as it was and rescue either days away or totally non-existent, it didn't pay to take risks.

In reply to Meir Galinski (msg # 132):

The crew take similar approaches, but they actually wear their life jackets. It is not concern about the ship, but rather about being washed overboard when going topside to adjust the sails.

The storm does move in later in the afternoon. You are all required topside for various duties, such as sail adjustment and at one point bailing after a particularly big wave.

[OOC: HT checks. The +2 due to the tablets, and -2 due to the particularly nasty weather conditions cancel each other out.

Also, DX checks, not to be washed overboard. Perfect Balance assists this.]

Meir feels quite at home in the rough seas, almost skipping about the deck as he moves from one duty to another, chewing on a piece of dried meat of local origin.
[Private to GM: Passed both easily.]

Cyril does his part, but wonders why he allowed himself to be talked into this ...



[Private to GM: 11:28, Today: Cyril Zotmund rolled 9 using 3d6 with rolls of 5,1,3.  DX .
11:28, Today: Cyril Zotmund rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 4,1,5.  HT.  made both for a change]

Kat helps where she can, seeming to be better now. She moves better on the deck.

[Private to GM: She made both, just for HT 21:28, Today: Katherine 'Kat' Steele rolled 11 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,6,3.  ht roll. 21:28, Today: Katherine 'Kat' Steele rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 5,1,4.  dex. ]

In reply to Katherine 'Kat' Steele (msg # 136):

With the distraction of the storm and the assistance of the tablets, everyone is able to work well together, and the ship makes good time, even if it is a little exciting. By evening, the wind is dying down, but the skipper plans on sailing through the night to make the most of the wind.

The ride is definitely one you will remember, and by dawn, the seas seem to resemble a mill-pond, and you are wondering what happened to the violence of the previous day! You do start to understand why the skipper wanted to make the most of the wind, though, as your speed drops to just 3 knots with full sails!

"Shall we put the offworlders to work on the oars?" Meir inquired of the skipper before indicating the anchor with a wave of his hand.
"Or are you more inclined to ask for assistance from below the waves?"
[Private to GM: Yep, aware the ship doesn't have any provision for that. Seeing how the other PCs react to the suggestion of hard labour.
It'd take a hell of a lot of muscle to move the ship very far or fast wouldn't it! ;)
Second option he's implying there's some big sea creatures that might be used as draft animals. Of course they're probably not, but hey, always worth a try to pull the wool over the novices eyes. Next thing somebody will send them to check on the golden rivet!]