Right as the siege of Candlekeep breaks positive, Hoiha Dacino teleports off to the deck of the ship which was brought into harbour already from the moors, ready to set sail. With supplies for a month, despite claims to incredible speed, and enough crew to work fast and safe with a few guests, she does so.
As the lateen-rigged caravel brings herself out to the Sea of Swords, bravely sailing against the winds pushing into the river, the sails do become full as at last the crew turn north towards the City of Splendours!
With the primary duties done, and the ship out at seas, the Acting Captain would lean against the railing and detail her plan - alongside a speech!
"My fair crew - we have a challenge ahead of us! A challenge to prove we are fast, that we're the best. " giving slight pause before continuing. "Being best does not come from comfort, from lazing around. It does not come from waiting for things to happen - it comes from making them happen."
"This means this trip we will not rest much, we will work through the night and beyond. We will push ourselves to our limits. Why? Because we need to get those supplies, and need them fast."
"Sixteen days! That's the latest we can take to get there and back. But we don't work on the latest. If we put ourselves to it, if we pray to Valkur and use Akadi's gifts to their fullest - we can make it in NINE days. You heard that? NINE days!"
"We're not going to follow the comfortable trade lanes - nay - they are too long. We'll sail close to the coast and keep our eyes peeled. Indeed, we will exploit Corellon's gifts and sail even in the night, despite the shallow waters. We must. This way, we can make almost a straight line!"
"To avoid exhaustion, we'll rotate men. We'll all be working twelve hours a day, seven men at a time - except for Soora and myself, we're working eighteen. This means four people will be resting - yes, that means you're working too, Sword Coast Exchange Comitee representative! Just haul the lines as told and you'll do just fine."
"The helm will be manned twelve hours by Kurt, from six in the evening to six in the morning. This is so Soora can take care of the coast and darkness. Then, to allow Soora rest, I will take the helm from morning to noon. Finally, Soora takes it from noon to evening again."
"If all go well, and we won't have to respond to reefs and other dangers, it should be fairly relaxing, even with the long shifts."
"Remember lads, and lasses - the Gate needs us! After this is over, and the Siege is lifted, I'm buying you all a whole barrel of rum - per head! And a thousand gold's pay to all of you!"
"The Dragonwing will make it when it can, we need to hurry and focus on ourselves." she ends up muttering.
For sake of scheduling people:
16 intelligence
Natural Leader
Expert Tactician
17 (14) charisma
Basically:
Hoihe works 6 hours as helmswoman, 12 - navigation as deckhand and captain.
Soora works 12 hours as lookout, 6 hours as helmswoman
Everyone else works 12 hours spread out as efficiently as 16 intelligence + nat leader allow
This should allow for 24/7 sailing. They are also sailing close to the coast, so the distance sailed is somewhere between 480 mi (direct line, a little less) and 520 mi(probably closer to 500).
Without the cargo
In weak winds:
3 mph - > 72 miles/day
In medium winds:
3 mph * 2 -> 144 miles/day
In strong winds
3 mph * 3 - > 216 miles/day
With cargo:
Same as above but take half.
Wind speed is 100% unless sailing 30 degrees towards the wind.
Source: Stormwrack, page 95 (caravel)
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Captain Desrah Asher joins her crew topside. Each lining up before her, shoulder to shoulder
as she stand before them, hands folded neatly at her hind. Drawing a much needed breath
she releases it slowly, looking over each in turn. Her head bobs in a slow nod.
"As we have done once before, so we do again. One more voyage North to Waterdavian
waters t' bring back the healing needed to win this war. This time Crew, th' stakes
aren't the Gate's harbor, but th' whole of th' Sword Coast!!
We'll be moving fast an' moving close t' shore.
Watchstanders on th' day's shift are Macus and Aidan.
Night shift will be M'self and Dash .. Twelve on, Twelve off.
Dashard.. Y' be sure to keep us on th' Wanderess' six. They've got th' eyes for th' night.
Trust in Captain Hoihe's guidance t' get us through th' nights. As long as his arse is in sight,
we're on coarse! He'll keep us out'f th' rocks when th' waters are as pitch as th' skies!
Thanks to Angel's good work th' hull's full as is th' kitchen, by th' smell'f it!"
With a faint grin at the thought of Angel's cooking she turns back to the Crew.
"Th' Exchange has funded th' trip, so not only will there be pay, despite this be'n a
humanitarian voyage, but I'm double'n th' standard for this one. A thank you t' my crew for
be'n so readily willing t' sail forth for th' cause without pay!!! With any luck, we'll be
celebrating in our new home in th' Beard when this 's done and over with.. For now, stay
focused and stay sharp! We've a war t' win!
Theran, Marcus - unfurl th' sails!
Drake, set coarse for th' Gate!
Time t' meet up with th' Wanderess and show this coast what Wing's made 'f!! "
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*Aidan climbs up to the front of the Dragonwing, leans against the bowsprit and watches for Hoiha. When he catches sight of her and if she looks his way he offers a tip of his hat. Having boarded with the Wings crew as they were a larger ship and needed more crew.*
"bloodeh ells.... we're in for a hard chase if she continues at those speeds." *he looks back for Desrah.* "Captain! We'll need to extend the spars. We have a few below. run up extra sheets on the main and mizzen if our intentions are to keep the Wanderess in sight."
*He'd drop back down to the deck and finds his way to Desrah, waiting for her orders to carry it out so he can go below and feed some spars up the hatch*
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After being on course and the lines and sails set prim and proper, the sailors of the Wanderess would find plenty of chances to relax. Indeed, even when in urgency life on the seas allows one to laze about. Of course, it is not true rest - for one must keep a clear eye out on everything on the ship to respond on a moment's notice, but it is at least not always physically exerting.
Every hour the crew, unless anything out of oridinary required an earlier examination, would check and secure the lines and adjust the sails for optimal angle to the wind.
In the night, the Wanderess would light a pair of laterns with magical lights so that the Dragonwing can better follow. However, the ship does not appear intent to slow down, maintaining its speed if not struggling to go even faster. None the less, should the Dragonwing ring its bell, signalling it is far behind, the keen ears of corellon's blessing would result in some cloth being drawn in so they can catch up.
The acting captain herself seems intent on proving her ability as a sailor, or at least seeks to instill comradery with her new form. Instead of wandering around hands clean, she hauls on the ropes as if nothing had changed. Even when she could rest, those mere six hours, she spends those playing cards with other sailors as they rest, dining along them and singing.
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The night had been long, the weather unaccommodating. Aidan would find Desrah standing at
the helm. Drake having long since retired for his down shift.. At his suggesting she gave a single nod. "Get to it Aidan! And thank you!
Your help on this voyage is a great boon to us all. . . and"
She couldn't help but twitch slightly as she said it... "It's.. good having you back on her deck..where y' belong."
Her voice lifted several decibels above the sound of pelting rain against the deck..
Her lips twisted off to the side. There was more that could have been said.
But in the cold, dark midst of the night, with fog rising up from the blackness of the
night seas.. that was all that was forthcoming.
The night had been long and the weather miserable. The Wanderess was already
a good quarter klick ahead and there was a good distance yet before them within
which to leave the smaller, swifter ship, were they not readily compensating at every turn..
*During the night Aidan paces the decks. His eyes on the main mast to be sure the extra sail cloth isn't causing to much drag. With the uttering of a few words directed at no one before carrying on. He comes up on Desrah at the helm.* "Cap'n, heading below for empty barrels to catch a bit of the rain for drinking. Need anything while I'm down it the mess? Not sure what Angels got brewing but it smells like a god send and I'll admit a tankard of stews as good as mead on a night like this" *all the while holding his hat down*
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With Kurt at the helm and Soora scanning the horizon, Hoiha finds herself some quiet to attend to the navigational charts to see if there are any marks of reefs or sandbars in their path.
Accordingly, the night watch of the Wanderess would maneuver to move as safely as possible.
Should a moment of calm arrive at the Wanderess, the Acting Captain would climb to the crow's nest to offer some company to Soora and perhaps teach her a few more bits of knowledge concerning navigation.
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Koba was bound to board the Wanderess, his understanding having been she is to arrive sooner to Waterdeep and the Dragonwing to catch up. However, after being assured by Captain Asher that her vessel will keep up, he took opportunity to travel together with people who may help him in his work in the City of Splendors.
Koba spends most of the time below deck. He carefully studies his notes and documents. He recalls all recent transactions on healing supplies and basic clothing that he is aware of. He analyses quantities and prices in those deals and tries to factor in the impact of various geographies and differing markets, his attempt to determine what he may be expected to pay in the City of Splendors. He wants to have on the top of his head all the facts relevant to the trades he is looking for. This way he can negotiate based on merits and avoid emotions and haggling. Being meticulously prepared also helps him take initiative in the commercial discussions as he is not really a smooth talker.
On the other side of the equation, Koba reviews once again the specifications of the orders from Church of the Broken God and Lady Reine Arlynson, as well as their budgets allocated for these purchases. If for whatever reason prices of the goods soar, he needs to be well aware of what he can afford on behalf of his clients.
Koba may also often be seen repeatedly checking on his trade bars he took in case a prepayment is needed, the parchments of letters of credit as well as seals of the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange.
Koba may occassionally be seen emergingn on deck. However, it is not for the stunnign views or the refreshing sea breeze that he comes up. He always tries to find a moment when Captain Desrah Asher can spare a moment from her duties. He inquires her about her contacts in the City of Splendors, even the smallest details of their looks, personalities, characters and preferences. He apparently wants to know as much as possible about the people he will be bargaining with. When he cannot reach the Captain, he tries to find Drake NairMarcus Darius of Darius Holding Company, a long standing associateacquaintance of the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange with whom he is obviosuly willing to consult his negotiation strategies.
// Edited to reflect Koba travelling on Dragonwing //
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Asking as I was under the assumption Koba is on the Wanderess.
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First Mate: Marcus Darius (Aspx)
Bosun: Michael Dunn (YourMoveHolyMan)
Navigator: Drake Dashard (Forum:Caelin)
Captain's Personal Bodyguard:Mary Myers (Pattu)
Head Cook: Angel (TeoDeathDealer)
Chief Tactical Officer: Solaris Cult
Helmsman: Theran (Alcreed)
((I know we had other PCs planning to come along when it was still believed to be
an actual event. Will have to find out who and if they wish to still partake))
NPCs 5+
Marcus emerges from his cabin and heads top side making for the wheel.
"Alright lass" he says to the captain too quite for the crew " let me take over for a spell and you head down for some chow and rest. I said a few prayers to the Sea Bitch, so here's to hoping for good winds and fair weather. And we best signal The Wandress in the morning to hang some extra lanterns on their stern as fast as she is we might loose her in fog or stormy seas."
"We're making good speed lads! We'll be at Waterdeep before long." the acting captain annouces after her shift on the helm has ended and a bit of triangulation to determine location "When we get there, we'll get the dockworkers to haul things on board."
"You, my comrades, will be given leave for the few hours it takes to get them board. You deserve some rest so that we may work equally as well on the way home!"
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Beneath the shifting decks of the DragonWing Michael keeps himself busy throughout the voyage. Inspecting rope knots, assigning tasks to the crew, and joining in on plenty of minor repair work himself.
"They need spars? We'll lets help get them topside boys." And so he rallied the crew to Aidan's request when the time came. The scramble to keep the ship moving at a fast pace was a moment of controlled chaos. Once done, Michael returned to his post.
"Empty barrels? No no, not the one that held pitch lad. He's wanting to catch rain water for drinking. Get ahold of one that held foodstuff's." He and a pair of crewmen helped Aidan once more as the need arose.
And once more he returned to sitting on a shifting stoop that tilted with each wave, meticulously resplicing a rope which had become too frayed or damaged.
Suddenly his head lifted as an inviting smell drifted through the air, his hand would go to a jacket pocket and retrieve a small handpipe which he would use to sound out a shrill alarm. The first note long and enduring, followed by a shorter blast of sound.
"Chow time! Lets see what the Angel's cooked up."
Michael Dunn
“There is more than one sort of prison, Captain," Chirrut said. "I sense that you carry yours wherever you go.”
The Dragonwing’s Chief Tactical Officer would find much of her time occupied hunched over the port side of the vessel spilling her previous meal into the Sea of Swords. She would wave away anyone who approaches to check on the status of her health.
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*Aidan steps up from quarters, pulling his shirt down over his head and arms. He carries his Doublet in one hand as he approaches the captain. looking to see that none other than he is near her in the moment* "Des, how fare you?" *His eyes cast towards the bow and beyond looking for the lanterns of the Wanderess in the late evening lighting*
"I'd say we're gaining but it's illusion." *his eyes squint* "we're keeping to her tail though, this is good"
*He'd lean against the railing watching her and debating something for a long moment before speaking* "your bosun is a wonder, lass. The man is gifted, quick to follow orders, and hard working. You did beyond well in choosing him. I'd even go as far a-*stopping as he hears Solaris lose a portion of the evening vitals*
"I'd even go as far as to say he's avoiding mistakes most bosun might make while learning the trade. I'm proud to work beside him. But you tell him that... I'll deny it." *he smiles warmly and takes a deep breath of the air, letting out a pleased sigh* "nothing quite like it. Nothing quite so fitting as being at Sea."
*He pushes off the railing and looks off the stern* "we've someone on crows watch? I...I'm not certain but I thought I saw something..." *he squints hard* "Maybe half a league back... but it's getting dark"
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