Harry snorts in amusement. "Boy's new tutor didn't have a lantern. Offered to walk him up to the house," she remarks. "Put me up with the coachman on account of the fog and the wolves."

"...Ah... so that's it..." He pauses. "...Wait, wolves? There was a cow killed not far away two nights ago... some say it was a wolf... some say it wasn't..."

Harry gives the man a glance. "Bear, maybe? Or couple of bobcats?"

"...Mm. Who knows, I guess..." The man looks out to sea and sighs. "What about you, you heard any good gossip lately...?"

Harry shrugs. "Some preacher in town to visit Miss Abigail. Another without the sense to carry a lantern."

"Mm." The sailor appears uninterested. "...I suppose I was hoping for gossip about the new doctor, since he came to town same time's you. He seems a decent fellow, and people are understandably a li'l anxious about him sticking around, considering what happened to the last doctor..."

Harry raises an eyebrow at this news. "What happened to the last doctor?"

"Mm. No one knows exactly, but we all know, vaguely... He lost his mind over some woman... some strange woman who sang his heart out of his chest in love with 'er... and his brain out'a 'is skull... He ran off t' be with 'er-- a little shack just up the coast-- but none of us ever saw 'im again... and she only spake some strange European tongue no one around here knows, so no one could ask 'er..."

Harry spat over the side. "Hope she cooks half as well as she sings."

Harry spent the remainder of her day listening to the shipboard scuttlebutt and plying her crewmates with careful questions aimed at expanding what she knows of the Collins family, other important families, strange occurrences in and around town, and conjecture about the looming 'dark times'.

14:03, Today: They rolled a check for Harry and got: 20 using 1d20 ((20)). Not good!

Other than worry that whomever beat that poor girl down at the docks might strike again, and vague anxiety over what sounded like a hungry wolf around town lately, Harry's questions, generally speaking, don't stir up much.

OOC: More like people poking their noses into Harry's business, with a 20. She's about due for a fistfight, isn't she? LOL

OOC: I didn't know if I wanted to make it a check of INT (asking the most useful questions) WIS (reading the personalities of her shipmates to figure out how to manipulate them) or CHR (making them want to talk to her), but when I saw the 20, I was like WELP doesn't really matter what kind of check it was, does it?

OOC: I suppose it matters only insofar as consequences are concerned. A fumbled INT roll means she asks stupid questions that annoy her crewmates. A fumbled WIS roll means she completely misreads her crewmates and that annoys them. A fumbled CHA roll means she comes off as the hard, cold, aloof person she actually is and endears herself to no one. Any or all could lead to fists flying, given that Harry is Aggressive.

OOC: I'd say I was mostly leaning toward thinking of it as a CHR roll...

OOC: I see a chain of events like so: Harry misreads her crewmates and, being hard, cold, and aloof, asks off-putting, tactless questions which lead to big trouble. Someone might throw a punch at her, attempt to shank her, try to knock her overboard with a swinging block-and-tackle, or endeavor to get her fired. Either way, Harry now has an enemy.

The other sailors get tired of Harry's questions. Who is she, a newcomer, to stir up the fears of those who have to live in Collinsport?

The captain does a lot of shouting at everyone to stick to their damn work, so a fight doesn't quite start, but one man, by the name of Zeke Macintyre, seems to have taken the most offense, and occasionally glares at Harry now and then throughout the rest of the afternoon.

Harry returns Macintyre's glares with her own piercing gaze, as if daring him to start something.

Zeke looks tempted, but every time, he glances at the captain, who watches both of you closely. Finally, he just smiles, clearly deciding to postpone things for some time when neither of you are at work.

OOC: Does Zeke bear any resemblance to Bigby, given they've they same last name? ^_^

Kinda, but not identical, like with Willie Loomis and John Loomis. He's shorter, and a little stockier, but otherwise, yeah, there seems like there might be some resemblance, especially if you subtract factors like being more tanned (well duh, he's a sailor) and a bit greasier (1795 hygiene), etc. etc.

Harry makes preparations to evade the inevitable after-work ambush by Macintyre and his cronies. She takes her time finishing the day's tasks, purloins a waterproof oilcloth sack whilst below, fills it with her boots and squall gear, then slips over the rail unseen and down the starboard side of the ship to swim ashore somewhere it's unlikely she'll be attacked.

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OOC: A suitable destination within easy swimming distance should be easy enough to recall, should it not? INT and WIS are both 11. Possible modifiers: +1 for Avocation (Smuggler), +1 for Affection (The Sea), +3 for Good Sense Of Direction. If nothing else, she can make for the shore at the base of Widow's Hill. That's only a mile or so...

(I'm not even going to make you roll for the WHERE of it--)the easiest spot to swim to would be over there near the base of Widow's Hill.


(09:21, Today: Con check: They rolled 20 using 1d20. (Geeeez.))

Harry makes it past the rocks and onto the sand, but she's very tired and cold and may have swallowed a little water. Her stuff in the sack is still dry, though.

Harry drags herself into the caves and climbs as high above the high tide mark as she is able before collapsing. After as brief a rest as she can manage and with as few rests along the way, she begins climbing the easiest of the natural stone chimneys to the clifftop.

It's getting dark... fortunately

1. Harry has a pretty good idea about the lay of the land, since the land hasn't changed that much over the decades, and

2. There's no sign of any howling so far tonight, even though the moon is up for canids to howl at. Might be safe to walk around and stuff.


You know that the Collins Old House is sort of northish, Collinwood itself is northwest, Collinsport is west... Eagle Hill Cemetery is north-by-northeastish.


But what are your plans?

There used to be a farmhouse with a barn off past Collinwood, to the north-by-northwestish, if you need a place to spend the night... and then there's a large cave, above even high-tide level, off to the, ah, east-by-northeastish...
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