Friday June 29th, 1924: The Journey
In reply to Jrodimus (msg # 18):
The father puts his hand on the captain's wrist and gently lowers the gun. "All is well my son. They are with me." The captain looks at the party once more though with considerable less suspicion before holstering his firearm.
"It has been years since anyone has contacted me," says the captain. "I had assumed you all had... I don't know... Gone to one of those 'mystical realms' you claim exist."
"These are dire times Captain," says the father. "Were you able to prepare everything as I requested?" The captain begins to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.
"About that Father, I wasn't able to secure you private quarters on such short notice. There are a few big wigs aboard that are making their way back to Europe so I'm afraid you'll have to bunk up with a few others. But I was able to get the items you requested," says the captain. Walking over to a large metal cabinet, he opens the door and removes a large canvas bag which he sets down on a nearby table with a heavy thud.
"Terrific,"says the father. He picks but the bag and slings it over his shoulder with a slight grunt. "My the lord bless you for your aid. I am afraid I do have one more request. I would prefer as few people know about our presence here as possible. If you hear of anyone asking around about us please let me know."
The captain's eyebrows raise slightly. "That might be a slight problem. You know sailors are a superstitious lot. A priest aboard is going to be seen as a good omen before setting sail. I'm sure many of the men will ask for your blessing or to lead them in prayer."
"I understand Captain," says the father. "I will do my best to accommodate them."
The captain raps his knuckle on the table. "Then that's that then. I'll have the first officer show you to your quarters." The captain strides past you and opens the door to the cabin shouting Murdock. The words barely leave his lips before the man appears as if from thin air. Standing straight as an arrow the much younger man has finely coiffed hair and a thick mustache. "Please show these men to their quarters," says the captain which is acknowledged by a firm Aye Aye Captain from the first officer.
The first officer leads you out of the small cabin and across the main deck to where the ship's accommodations are housed. Walking through, you spot a number of cabins, a recreation room, a galley, a salon, and a few other rooms you can't quite place. While the majority of people you pass seem to be sailors, you also pass a number of other people who seem to be fellow passengers, some of them women and children. There is a general air of excitement all about.
Before long you find yourselves in front of cabin number 13. With a curt bow Murdock departs as you push your way into the room. Well appointed but not quite luxurious, the cabin is mostly dominated by 6 bunks, one of which is occupied by a heavyset man whose snoring fills the room. In his limp hand is an empty bottle of whiskey while open on a small table is a tincture of reddish-brown color.
Setting the heavy bag down with a sigh the father looks around the room. "Looks like we will be calling this place home for awhile," he says. He busies himself with emptying the bag. The sounds of the sea mix with the murmur of your fellow passengers. "The ship shall set sail soon, be sure that you are ready," says the father as he sets a large cross and a set of rosary beads on top of his bunk.