Test Drive for October 2013 Apps

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Welcome to your monthly Test Drive for high_seas! Here is where new players can test out their characters' voices, old players can try out new muses, and everyone can help each other get some threads for their applications! Feel free to use one of the prompts below, or come up with something on your own! Comment around, have fun, and remember that any CR formed here does not carry over to the game!

See you during the application round!

♦ So you're new to this world and have just woken up in the Town Square. How do you react? What do you do?

♦ You're lost at sea. Maybe you got separated from your crew. Or perhaps you're on an abandoned island. You need help!

♦ "Pirates off the starboard bow!" It's an enemy ship! Attack!!

♦ You and your crew are hanging out on your ship. Just another day at sea!

♦ "LAND, HO!" Hey look, a new island! How about you go explore it? Tell us what you find!

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[thatched]

[a knock knock knock at the door and a seven foot pirate filling the frame, leaning against the top of it to grin down affably]

Good evening, good sir. How is it, as they say, hanging?

[captainhornblower]

[The expression gets a raised brow from Hornblower. The punishment for piracy in his world is death by hanging, and he wonders if it is here. If so, that says a great deal about that remark and the sort of man who would use it. Still, he doesn't voice his displeasure, merely keeps his face neutral.]

We are on course, if that is what you mean.

[thatched]

You are? That's good. I was wondering if I could requisition some food from you. Some rum. Gunpowder if you have any.

I won't take more than you need to get to the next island which should be, oh three days east if you have a good tailwind.

[captainhornblower]

Powder I can't spare. It's hard enough to come by. [What man of His Majesty's Navy would ever surrender powder unless ordered by a superior? And, here, he had none such.] The rum -- take as much as you like. As a gift.

Stores of food, however, I expect we can come to terms about. [Those, he would not give away. Rum, he kept because it was tradition. Because the grog ration was a good motivator. But a few days' sail without it? Could be tolerated. Food, though... That he would require something in exchange for it.]

[thatched]

[he gives the man a long stare, contemplating his offer] If you were a navy man of any considerable right in these waters, I'd take what I wanted. But as we're both in the same boat, metaphorically speaking...come out and make terms with me. If I tried to come in there, I'd brain myself.

[captainhornblower]

And if you were to try, sir, you would meet powder and steel in your attempt.

[It isn't a threat, not really. It's a simple statement. If the man will tell him he would attempt to take from him, he will reply with how he would answer such a thing.

Though, Hornblower does step out of the cabin, offering a scant bow.]

How much food do you require?

[thatched]

It'd be a great fight, matey.

[he steps back, shoving his hands in his pockets so has not to be an immediate threat]

However much you can spare and keep your own hale and hearty. I have about five men aboard...and I eat enough for three, but I can go without. If you're low on the food, however, I'll take a fishing pole or two in exchange for it.

[he backs up another step and reaches back with his leg, nudging a chest with clinking coins forward]

Got a small principalities worth in gold, but that won't keep you at sea.

[captainhornblower]

I can part with a side of beef, a cask of hardtack, two of salted pork. A barrel of fresh water, too, if you need it.

Coin may not keep us out to sea, but it will let us resupply. And refit. [He nods a little at the masts.]

She needs a new mainsail... and a fresh coat of paint. All of which costs. [And a crew to pay. Supplies for a fair price in coin with some profit for the inconvenience...

It sounded reasonable to him.]