Some time passes, as the Admiral guides the cart off the road, as Doma Forest draws near. For a little while, they follow along it's irregular border, keeping a comfortable distance from it, whilst Pervy mutters something about keeping the Fae happy. Soon enough, the ship makes itself known as the group rounds a particularly thick copse of trees.
It bears little resemblance to one of Loake's ships anymore, after one particularly bad crash and years worth of refitting and refinement. Those who know their ships would say it resembles a coastal brigentine now. Those who do not, instead, note it is resembles a fairly mid-sized sea-going vessel. However, where there would be masts and sails are now shafts of varying lengths bearing rotors.
It rests upon the ground, partially supported by a hastily erected framework. All can see that without the framework, it would not take much to get the ship to capsize. Clearly this is a vessel happier in the water.
Presently, the crew works to get the vessel ready for departure. They scurry about, shouting and taking orders. They aren't dressed in Doman Naval uniforms, nor do they seem to be quite so organized. Only Paige would know that this crew is composed of some of the Admiral's most trust men, from before and after he retired from piracy. The one doing the most shouting seems to be a small man with curly dark hair, whose visage is familiar to a few.
Valentia, bearing the most experienced eye of the lot, notes that the ship does seem seaworthy. In fact, it seems that the rotors might even serve as half decent masts. It wouldn't be very fast or manueverable, but it would get the job done. She also notes that the ship seems to be running light, clearly stripped down for speed. Not an unusual tactic for pirates by any means...
"There she be," Pervy says, "Th'
Royal Fortune . If there's a better ship out there, I dun what t' hear a word 'bout it."
"Myau!" comes a voice from the ship, rising above the others. Those looking that way would see Ushyu perched on the bowspirit of the ship, waving merrily.
Pervy returns the gesture. "Th' gangplank's off t' port, board up an' get goin', mates." It doesn't take much to note there is a bitterness in his voice.
(OOC: I want you lot to contact me before this next bit begins. I'm curious as to what the party's plans in Port Rosalia and the like are.)
Edited by: Uncle Pervy at: 3/15/05 22:30