Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack.   Posted by The First And Last.Group: 0
The First And Last
 GM, 58 posts
Wed 10 Jun 2015
at 14:39
Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
The port-city of Cadiz was, fittingly for the provincial capital of Ybaria, an old city. Its worn cobblestones were once shining white, but now only remained so in the richer parts of the city. Down near the docks, they were a dull grey and crusted with saltspray and grime from a thousand boats. The air smelled sometimes like fresh fish and baked bread, sometimes like sour sweat and old blood, but always of the sea; as the tides came and went so too did the clear and fresh scent of the Gulf of Cadiz.

From the northern gate, the ground sloped generally down towards the docks and so, looking back north, a newcomer could see most of the city laid out in front of them. To the northwest, the delicate spires-and-domes of the Cadiz Cathedral, while to the northeast the regal towers of the Viceroy's palace stood guardian over its ward.

The Saint of Cadiz looked much like any one of the numerous frigates currently berthed at the lower Cadiz marina; dark-hulled with furled sails, battened gunports, and the dual flags of Ybaria and the Seubian Kingdom flapping gently in a pleasant breeze.

"Zato, y'cunny, get that rigging near the forecastle tight or Mother's blood I'll skin you alive!" bellowed a bosun, his stentorian voice breaking through the muted murmur of merchant and gull which hung over the area. He stood next to Captain Vargas Valejo, going over the final manifest for the ship. "We're short on pitch, but all else is as it should be, Cap'n. We're ready t'receive our passengers when they arrive."

On the dock, a line of men in the uniform of a Kingsguard stood at attention, their weapons gleaming in the morning sun. A leather-faced corporal prowled in front of them, prodding and poking.

"Get you ready, boys!" he snapped in the curious drawl of a rural Caelishman, "Yon sarge is to inspect ye, and she's to be a fiery bitch if ye are not as Mother Above intended a soldier t'be. She is thunder and lightening and th'Father hisself could not save ye if ye dare her wrath."

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Amelia Salazar
 player, 16 posts
Thu 11 Jun 2015
at 02:54
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
An enclosed ash carriage led by two roan horses clatters along the cobblestones. Four royal yellow pennants whip and curl above, streaming toward the sea. The door of the carriage has a small etching of Ybarian sigaldry, but is otherwise plain.

The woman who emerges is Ybarian nobility. She is beautiful, but not legendarily so; most striking is her raven-black shoulder-length curls. She wears an angled carmine blouse of Caztalani fashion - it halts on her left at the waist, but cuts along and falls just above her knee on the right. Her zapi, of the same yellow as the carriage pennants, is worn at a similar angle at the waist. Her trousers are built for travel, and tucked into tall leather boots.

The driver steps off the carriage and, after a few moments, returns from the back with travel bags draped over his shoulders and tucked under his arms.

She crosses over the gang-way with her porter in tow and offers a low bow to the Captain. "I am Amelia Salazar, representative of the Ybarian courts and diplomat to the Seubian throne."

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Ian Hightower
 player, 19 posts
 The King's Own Hound
 Inspector Ian Hightower
Fri 12 Jun 2015
at 18:36
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Ian Hightower did not cut a impressive figure, in his travel clothes and dated cocked hat, he looked like some rumbled rube trying to look dashing like some highwayman. Though without a proper greatcoat with gaiter concealing his face or at least a more fashionable hat, the effect was undone.

His hat a hold over from his time with the regiment, it was a dated accessory, even within the military nowadays, as the new style of the shako started to make itself known. His simple pack bulged with his things, his uniform and greatcoat, his forensics kit, and various other sundries. He wore two blades at his hips, and a ammunition pouch, but his beloved musket was packed in a canvas case.

It had been a tedious and uncomfortable journey, involving a nonsequitous route that he suspected was merely there to impede his free time. After all, not even in the army did he have to ride with several supply convoys, board a ship that could have just sailed all the way down the coast but didn't, and then ride with a mule shipment back inland just so he could circle back and arrive here.

This had the scent of conspiracy on it.

In any case, he was here now. Trudging along towards the docks, as this grand heraldry covered carriage cantered past, down towards the Saint of Cadiz. Yes, there was definitely the work of conspiracy. Or at least it was some miser from the Receipts and Acquisitions who decided that no, he did not need a express coach ride to Cadiz, allowing him a week of free time, and he could just as well grin and bare the cheapest accommodation possible.

Ian was arriving on the outskirts of the scene, as the noble lady, who was most definitely not a spy, made her introductions to Captain. He glanced at the carriage as she slyly moved up towards the captain, full of etiquette and fashion.

The Kingsguard detachment looked acceptably well-drilled, brass and steel shined to a polish, and everything in its place. The latest incarnation of the uniform and equipment, their shakos well attired with badge and hackle. They were well equipped at least, for this excursion of poodling about the coast.

Ian loitered, giving the air of some passerby, taking a rest from hauling his own baggage this far. He'd make his own introductions once the noble lady had hers, and the captain had his attention free.
Victor Valejo
 player, 6 posts
 Also known as
 Captain Vargas Valejo
Sat 13 Jun 2015
at 03:44
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
"Good work, Lowe. But get the pitch before we set out -- I will be hanged before I let the Saint spring a leak on its second... hold on." Vargas had caught sight of the carriage out of the corner of his eye just as it arrived. Slowly, he turned around and stepped closer to the bulwark for a better view. The ambassador emerged. The bosun said something; "mhm" came Vargas' reply. Not exactly eloquent, but to be fair, the view was decidedly more compelling than the discussion of pitch and provisions Vargas was previously engaged in. "It seems our passengers have begun to arrive already. I had better go welcome them aboard." With that, Vargas left the bosun to his work.

He strode over to where the gangplank and assisted Salazar onto the deck. With understated flourish, he returned her bow. For all his courtesy, he was perhaps not what most would expect from an officer of the King's Navy. Perhaps it was the indigo zapi he wore tied around his waist under his jacket. Perhaps it was the way he did not seem to have shaved in a day or two. Perhaps it was how he did not move or act as if he presently had the mizzenmast lovingly eased up his backside. Even so, the uniform fit like it was tailor-made, and he wore the sword at his side like he had been born with it.

"Captain Vargas Valejo of the HMS Saint of Cadiz, at your service. Welcome aboard, Lady Salazar."
Amelia Salazar
 player, 17 posts
Sat 13 Jun 2015
at 05:13
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Amelia smiles and nods at the captain. "I'm glad to see I'll have a countryman at the helm. What should I know of the Saint? Does she have any eccentricities?"

She gestures for the porter to drop her bags, then dismisses him with a glance. "My apologies for the ostentatious arrival, but there are certain gifts that one can't turn down."

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Zama Yenev
 player, 14 posts
Mon 15 Jun 2015
at 21:43
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Zama came storming through the plaza on strides as long as her legs would let her. She was dressed in the improvised uniform that they had cobbled together for her when she first joined the kingsmen. There was not a abundance of women in the ranks, so a drummer boys white trousers, a simple white blouse, purple bodice and tall boots with turned down cuffs, and a the same plum colored coat as the rest had become her sanctioned uniform. She wore her sea foam green zapi with it's black border and beaded fringe as a sash, not caring that the colors clashed so horridly with the rest of her uniform.

Behind her she dragged the first detachment of Kingsmen that she had collected before leaving her Captain. They moved in two neat files behind her, and once they caught sight of their fellows in the square doubled up their steps and hurried to fall in behind them. They were well drilled soldiers all of them, but fresh and raw. It rankled Zama that she had been given boys just out of the mold, an experienced crack company would have served her better. She could use them though, and shape them to her liking, which was a small comfort.

She came to a halt before the line of Kingsmen, spun on her heel and faced them, hands on her hips and her eyes like twin storms watching them, sizing up each and everyone of the lads.

"Right then! Listen up you! I am your new Sergeant! Zama Yenev is the name, and let's get a few things clear." A quick servery told her all she needed to know. "I see most of you are local lads aye? Well for those of you who aren't I'll let you in on what the rest of your comrades see when they look at me. They see my zapi here..." She ran her fingers through the beaded fringe. "And want to spit over their shoulder and run and hide. See the black border means I'm a wet footed, seashell picking, sea weed eating boat gypsy. Pretty way of saying pirate stock! The pretty fringe means I'm a witch!" She clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward.

"Glad to see that got your attention. Now what does that mean for you lads? It means I won't tollerate you so much as looking at me wrong! I have twelve older brothers and any one of them is tougher then the rest of you all put together, and they all learned that when I say sit then you had best park your arse! It means that I have spent more of my life aboard ships and boats than I have on land, so when I tell you to do something while we're out at sea you do what I tell you or I will let the black depths of the waters devour you and I won't bat an eye about it!"

She took a step forward. "It means that if any single one of you thinks about disobeying me, questioning me, or talking back to me for any Father forsaken reason you can even deign to imagine. I will call forth a bolt of thunder from the sky to turn you in to powder were you stand do you all understand me?! Now any question?"
Victor Valejo
 player, 11 posts
 Also known as
 Captain Vargas Valejo
Wed 17 Jun 2015
at 03:35
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
"Ah, my second favorite subject!" Withat, Vargas took Amelia on a brief tour around the ship's deck, answering her questions in detail where she seemed curious and glossing over the technicalities where she seemed disinterested: The Saint of Cadiz was light as frigates went, straddling the line between that class of ships and the smaller brigs. Built for speed, maneuverability, and endurance over firepower or capacity, the former privateer vessel had been purchased by the Navy in 786, refitted the winter of the same year, and had performed in much the same role since Captain Valejo took over the ship in the early spring of 787. Though the conservative Admiralty had favored heavier frigates and galleons since the major battles against Vingian invaders and Varlander rebels earlier in the century, ships like the Saint had become indispensable in rooting out pirates and protecting the trade routes along the southern coast, where the heavier ships-of-the-line were too slow for pursuit or too heavy for navigating the difficult waters around the Bloodwood Peninsula or the shallow straits of the Giant Bone Isles. "...a fine ship, indeed," he concluded, "though of course it is nothing without--" he paused, "our crew of excellent sailors and brave marines."

"Ah, it seems the time for small talk has passed," Vargas said, nodding across the railing towards the sergeant, "our new detachment of marines are ready to come aboard soon. But let's get you settled in; the chief steward has graciously offered to lend you her quarters for the duration of your journey with us." Which was a nice way of saying that she'd lost when the officers settled the matter of who got to keep their quarters with a game of Varland Vint.

Vargas waved a deckhand who wasn't busy at the moment and directed him to help Amelia's porter to the diplomat's quarters. "I will be inviting some of our other guests to dinner tonight so that we can discuss our assignments in relative privacy; you are of course also welcome to attend, and I hope to see you with us. Until then, if there is anything you require assistance with, you have but to ask."
Ian Hightower
 player, 21 posts
 The King's Own Hound
 Inspector Ian Hightower
Wed 17 Jun 2015
at 03:54
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
"..." Ian continued to loiter unobtrusively, the Captain seemed to be a enthusiastic man, given he wasted no time to give exposition on his ship. He filed the factoid away as he switched his attention between the man, and his new Sergeant. One of those filled with fire and brimstone, fierce and all teeth and steel. Was a excellent sort of manner, just the type to keep a firm and steady hand on the men's wills and predilections. Any officer would be well to have one with such confidence, 'specially given all that fierce fire was shoved into a powder bag that seemed several sizes too small and already overfilled.

Though given his apparent skulking about, he wondered if either the sergeant or the captain or even the noble would notice him. He stood out of the way, and maintained a polite distance, but as time passed he felt a twitch of annoyance. Well, he would have to make himself known. It was with unnoticed and half-hearted habit that Ian began to actually skulk up, his footsteps as silent as he could be, and towards the gangplank. He was entering the personal working space of the area, and while he was suppose to be there, he did look a little less official than the woman who came in the heraldry covered carriage.

20:49, Today: Ian Hightower rolled 13 using 1d20+5. Stealth. Just a check to see if I just appear surprisingly. Was hoping to just pop up like a ninja by Valejo's side. :P
Amelia Salazar
 player, 18 posts
Thu 18 Jun 2015
at 16:14
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
"This is a lovely ship, Captain, and I appreciate your considerable hospitality," Amelia begins. She glances in the direction of the Kingsmen. "I'll remain in my quarters for now; I imagine they'll make for an even busier deck, and I've become near-allergic to military discipline over the last decade. Give my thanks to your steward, and I'll emerge again for dinner."

She lifts up her bags and begins to follow the deckhand below.
Zama Yenev
 player, 16 posts
Sun 21 Jun 2015
at 06:24
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Zama was waiting for her toy soldiers to speak up, giving them time to form any questions in their head. She watched them half an eye, just to see the cogs turn in their heads, but the other one she kept on the docks around her. She was here to lead a guard detachment and she had already begun her watch.

So, when out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a ragged and travel worn looking man approach the gangplank she started to grow suspicious. There was something about the way he moved, like someone trying too hard not to be noticed. "That's a stowaway if I ever saw one." She thought and then whirled, her coat flaring out around her and she whipped up a hand and pointed accusingly as the as of yet identified King's Hound.

"Men! Shoulder rifles! She bellowed. "You there! Yes you, at the gangplank! Identify yourself!"

08:11, Sun 21 June 2015: Zama Yenev rolled 21 using 1d20+2 ((19)).
Alasdair Cromartie
 player, 21 posts
Sun 21 Jun 2015
at 17:53
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Alasdair was walking up as he heard the order to shoulder rifles bark out. He dropped the baggage he carrying and drew his great sword from his back. He moved to block the other end of the gangplank, trapping who ever it was between himself and the ship. He made eye contact with the woman who had given the order, and nodded to show that he was with her. His kit showed that he was a Sergeant in the Kingsmens, his kilt and sword that he was a Varlander.

"Something wrong with this fellow then SGT?" He called out to the woman in charge.
Ian Hightower
 player, 24 posts
 The King's Own Hound
 Inspector Ian Hightower
Mon 22 Jun 2015
at 01:00
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Ian seemed a bit surprised, but unworried, with the eccentric nonchalance that infected most of the Hounds. Men and women who dug deep into the dark places, culled from all manner of walks of life, useful people who could be relied on for their expertise.

Besides it was not the first that he had found himself in front of a firing line.

Ian glanced back to the big man in the kilt, Varlander, out of style and out of kilt with the woman and her men, the survivor of the attack.

The female sergeant, fire brand and excitable, a few fast opinions were forming. Such a firm eagerness to command her men to shoulder arms, spoke of a woman who would do well as a the bayonet point of any charge...though perhaps a inquest would be in her future, if any stray rounds caught some unsuspecting civilian.

They were after all, standing upon a busy dock, in a city, and not a banditry checkpoint in the middle of the King's forests.

In any case, of the Lady were still with them, chances were he'd be chased by swarms of bees for his failure of stealth...twas a minor setback.

"Inspector Hightower, of the King's Own Hounds." Was Ian's quick and expedient reply, he gave a considering look at Cromartie and then Yenev, neither would probably have known why he had chosen to appear, but Hounds were often found in strange enough places.

"I mean to speak with the captain, and he is right there." Ian added easily, glancing back up towards the deck, where the Captain had been so enamored with touring the ship with the noble Lady Salazar.

"Congratulations on your recovery." He added, over his shoulder, to the Varlander. Lone survivors usually had the soldier's heart, compromised and stressed, not to mention whatever it was like to survive a ship sinking. Spoke well of this man's will, that he seemed so well at ease.

In any case, the man at his back, and the woman sergeant neither were who he needed to find. The noble woman and the captain were people he had to speak with. If the men seemed hesitant to shoot him, at the claim of his identity, he would continue on to speak with with the Captain.
Zama Yenev
 player, 18 posts
Tue 23 Jun 2015
at 18:51
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
"That would be Sir Ian Hightower?" She gave a dismissive wave over her shoulder at the men with their rifles at their shoulders. They had not really been needed, window dressing, a way to make the man stop and pay attention. There were far to few who took a pointed finger a loudly hummed sea shanties as a threat, but only because most of them were unaware that it was a perfectly good way to channel a bolt of lightning.

"Well you're a fin looking dog then aren't you, certainly look the part." She eyed him critically from head to toe. "But only if I squint. You look more like low life scum and a stowaway to me, skulking around like that, but if the Captain will vouch for you..." She glanced up at the Captain.
The First And Last
 GM, 78 posts
Wed 8 Jul 2015
at 13:33
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
"I won't say that I'm familiar with the King's Own Hounds..." Captain Valejo began delicately, with a broad grin that was at once ingratiating and dangerous, "...But he appears to be one of the Royal Inspectors."

"All aboard who's comin' aboard!" bellowed the Bosun, near the prow. Knots were being untied, and men flowed onto the ship under the direction of the First Mate.

"That would be our cue. Sergeants Yenev, Cromartie-- I insist you join Lady Salazar and Sir Hightower at my table tonight for dinner." the Captain said, leading the group aboard. "There we can discuss some of the finer details of our mandate, bai?"

It did not take the Saint of Cadiz very long to get underway; Vallejo's crew was a ragged, motley group but each and every one seemed as salty as the sea. In particular the Bosun--a fat man with a grotesque spread of scars twisting his face--seemed capable and vigilant in his direction of the crew. Strangely, none on the crew would introduce him by name.

In any case, Captain Vallejo's table turns out to have a sumptuous spread to it-- roasted pork loin with an orange-and-lime spread, several types of Ybarian cheese, and a Caelish port wine. The Captain allows an appropriate amount of smalltalk and pleasantries before touching on any topic of the mission.

"Barkatu interrupt the eating but we should, I think, address certain logistics. Falstead is at the very arm of the Giant Bones Islands, which gives us two courses." he says, pushing his plate to one side, "The first is through the Gulf of Cadiz, and the second is through the Giant Bones Islands themselves."

Vallejo gestured to Yenev and Cromartie, almost apologetically.

"Beldur naiz-- I'm afraid that the first course would be the safer of the two, avoiding the many shadowports and pirate havens in the island chain. I'm to understand that would be at odds with our goal to hunt a certain ship." he continued, turning then to Salazar, "While the second would undoubtedly be more dangerous, perhaps interferring with your own mission to Falstead."

Vallejo spread his hands, palm up, as the Bosun entered with a platter of sweetrolls. They glistened with newly applied honey.

"Ikusten duzu my dilemna. While my writ of summons was clear that I should apply myself to the goals of my passengers, it did not specify to which I should grant priority."
Alasdair Cromartie
 player, 25 posts
Sat 11 Jul 2015
at 21:48
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Alasdair was white knuckled at the beginning as the ship left port. His last trip out had nearly killed him. He was better by the time they had set down to eat. He listened to the captain discuss the mission and the route. "I'm here for the ship. There are many men that I need to see are avenged."
Ian Hightower
 player, 31 posts
 The King's Own Hound
 Inspector Ian Hightower
Sat 11 Jul 2015
at 22:09
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Ian Hightower delayed speaking by eating slowly, taking measured long chews from his meal and long droughts from his cup. What he did officially on paper was obvious enough for the moment. Be a proper good minion to the establishment and peerage, making sure certain measures and investigations were done. Though it was in the Hounds nature to snoop and sniff through everything, busybodies the lot of them, so what exactly he'd find was something that he silently toyed with in his mind.

A pirate hunt with a noble lady, who's own goals conflicted with his...probably something he'd need to pay attention too.

A sole survivor with a grudge. Best make sure he left some survivors for the noose and the courts.

A captain looking to further his career probably...need not overthink that too much, most likely.

The new sergeant, asked to join the table, probably meant egalitarian leanings and a sociability for a new subordinate...sharp and full of salt and fire.

Ian Hightower ate slowly, it gave him the appearance of being neat and tidy as he ate with what seemed like a orderly pattern. Bite of meat, bite of cheese, fruit, drink, repeat. It would allow the noble lady to lay her cards out first, her social station outranking his by a low margin. He was a Royal Hound, and a veteran of the King's Armies, but he was still of common standing, so it was only socially polite that he wait a moment to see if the lady wished to speak first.
Amelia Salazar
 player, 21 posts
 Diplomat.
 Aetherist.
Sat 11 Jul 2015
at 23:04
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Amelia had claimed a block of hardened goat cheese and was slicing it into cubes when the captain turns to the present matter. She took a sip of wine and placed one cube into her mouth, and then wore a small and satisfied smile.

She watched the survivor speak, and stared at him for a few moments before responding to the captain. "My business with Signore Falstead is pressing, but not so strict that a short detour would be disastrous. If our Kingsmen could guarantee expedient justice, then I am content with a trip to the islands. If there is even a mild possibility that we will become embroiled in a long, exhaustive search, then I must, unfortunately, lobby for the uneventful route." She turned to Cromartie, apologetic. "To what late hour do you expect this search to take us?"

She spears another cube of cheese.
Ian Hightower
 player, 32 posts
 The King's Own Hound
 Inspector Ian Hightower
Sat 11 Jul 2015
at 23:13
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Ian cocked a eyebrow as he slowly chewed on a bit of pork. He gave the noble lady a glance, a bit unamused that she was asking the witness of all things how long the search would take. Was not like the Sole Survivor was in charge of this operation, if anything he was nominally in charge with the apprehension of the fugitive and the investigation into the pirate's background...which would probably be long, and take days if one was lucky enough.

After all, not many could sink one of the King's Troopships, was a move of blatant disrespect and could not be tolerated lest other pirates start getting ideas.

Ian Hightower placed his cutlery down and dabbed his mouth clean.

"Excuse me, Lady Salazar, but I do believe that is a question for me."
Ian cautiously ventured, trying to get a sense of this noble lady's personality. Would she feel annoyed that he was correcting her in a way, or would she play it off, would she seethe in private, or did the matter of plebs need not concern her.
Zama Yenev
 player, 21 posts
Sat 11 Jul 2015
at 23:33
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Zama had taken a card out of the hounds deck. She ate slowly, savoring the rich food and fine wine. And while she enjoyed the food, she enjoyed watching the gathered dignitaries around the table even more.

When the first signs of bickering began she had to reach for her wine and take a sip, or else reveal the wicked little smile on her lips. She was the lowest one in rank here and she knew it. A barked order and she would have to salute and click her heels like a good soldier, so while they hashed out the hard bits she just had to sit back and enjoy the show.
Amelia Salazar
 player, 22 posts
 Diplomat.
 Aetherist.
Sun 12 Jul 2015
at 11:51
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Amelia returned Ian's glance. "The question is for the table, Inspector Hightower. So if you have an answer, then please, don't dance around it."

"Pirate hunting is something I'm entirely ignorant of, so any insight on the matter will be illuminating - I'd wager that everyone here has experience more suited to that task than I."

Ian Hightower
 player, 34 posts
 The King's Own Hound
 Inspector Ian Hightower
Tue 21 Jul 2015
at 19:52
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Ian Hightower tilted his head contemplatively, it was almost a little dog like as he considered the question. The Sea and the Navy were not areas of expertise for him, what little he knew having a narrow focus of whatever was pertinent to his job. But he did know criminals, and did know how such things could go. They were looking for a mobile quarry across a vast expanse, with many places to go to ground.

"...It will most likely be a long, exhaustive search, as you put it. Unless we are supremely lucky, it will take however long it will take." Ian replied with a nod. It was as good as answer as any, and it was the truth. To find one's quarry, you searched until you found it, never stopping until you found it. Which may be as short as a day, to as long as years.
Zama Yenev
 player, 22 posts
Tue 21 Jul 2015
at 20:27
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Zama speared herself a slice of cheese and plopped the morsel in to her mouth, chewing and swallowing before speaking up.

"Hunting pirates on the seas is a fools game." She shifted in her seat, sat up straighter, and rolled her shoulders. Curse that itch between her shoulder blades! "At sea you catch them with traps, but even that's risque, and far from guaranteed to work. No, you're better off hunting them in ports and coves. Even pirates have to resupply, get fresh water and make repairs, and you can't do any of that out at sea. Tricky bit is finding out where they like to hide..." She gave the hound a side ways look.

"I don't know how you dogs do it, but the navy men usually fish that out of friends, family and your worst enemies by beating them until they talk."
Ian Hightower
 player, 35 posts
 The King's Own Hound
 Inspector Ian Hightower
Fri 31 Jul 2015
at 00:34
Re: Chapter One: Let The Waters Roar, Jack
Ian cocked his head at the sergeant and gave a considering look, twas a thing to beat something out of a man, was another to present him with despair and the unbearable need to confess everything.

"Tis very much similar on land I suppose." Ian replied simply.