T'was a dark an' stormy night, arrr. Only not.
Darque comes tapping his way along the wharf towards where the merchants cluster. He uses a quarter-staff, not a white stick.
Maereina stands on the wharf beside the gangplank of the Starchaser, speaking quietly to one of the other sailors from said ship. She's nodding slowly to whatever the man is saying to her.
Darque pauses by the Starchaser, listening to the voices for a moment. He thumps on the side of the ship with the end of his staff. "Ahoy, Redhand. Darque's regards, and Stormalog smile on you." He walks on without waiting for a reply, towards where Maereina talks.
Maereina slowly pivots on her toes toward Darque as she hears the name of her captain. "Captain's probably in his cabin with that woman so little chance he heard any of that." She gives a final nod to her crewmate before he heads back up the gangplank.
Darque says, "I told him once, ain't no good ravishing the ships and pillaging the women. Holds have more jewels, and women smell better. Glad he's takin' advice. Does he know about the Great Gun yet?"
Maereina casts Darque a grin before shaking her head. "I couldn't say. The captain knows a lot of things he doesn't share with his Second Mate. I haven't heard of it though so I'd be happy to hear about it in his place."
Darque says, "I have a theory. Crackpot thing. But the Golden Hart still sails, and I say her bow gun has started firing again, and the vortex is caused by it. Stormalog had himself tied to it, and that's how he died. Pulled under when Oberon kicked it aside."
Maereina glances out toward the water then back to Darque. "An interesting idea. Planning on doing anything with this theory or just spouting wind?"
Darque says, "I'm going looking for it. The Echo Rei needs a refit, and I need a shallow-hulled ship, but I can swing the cash."
Maereina arches a brow slightly. "Well, it sounds like a grand adventure, Captain Darque. I'll be happy to pass it along if y'like."
Darque says, "Or steal a ship and carve out the glory. You know how the Vortex Cannon works?"
Maereina shakes her head. "Cannot say I do. M'head's full of holes at th'moment. Anything like a Storm Cannon?"
Darque says, "It's seven of them. The first tears the air. The others boom out then, along the torn path, and the air dies. It was going to cut a hole in Kolvir, said old Stormalog. But they never found his body, and they never found his ship. Arrrgh."
Darque sneers at the air.
Maereina whistles low at that description. "A pity he didn't get a chance to try it on ole Kolvir then. So you think you know where to look. What will you do with her if you do find her? That's a bit more firepower than the average ship needs to put it down."
Darque says, "I think it's firing at the bottom of the whirlpool. We'll need a lot to get close to it. But when people know Darque is putting together an expedition... They'll wonder what he sees that they don't."
Maereina gestures toward the city. "I was just getting ready to head into town and look for a proper place to work on new sails for Starchaser. How many ships to do you think you'll be needing to help in your venture?"
Darque says, "Firstly, a shallow-draft schooner, with plenty of ropes and anchors. We might have to haul off. Then? We'll need something huge with a grapple. Ten hundred tons or more, and if the metal won't hold her still, it'll be death for all, and a drink in hell for the worst of us."
Maereina chuckles softly as she begins to walk toward the city. "Well good luck to y'then Captain Darque. I'll pass word of your venture along to Captain Redhand and let him find you or not as he wills."
Darque salutes, his finger pinging off one of his two eye-patches.
Darque takes up his quarterstaff again, and tap-tap-taps his way towards the town.
Maereina stands on the wharf beside the gangplank of the Starchaser, speaking quietly to one of the other sailors from said ship. She's nodding slowly to whatever the man is saying to her.
Darque pauses by the Starchaser, listening to the voices for a moment. He thumps on the side of the ship with the end of his staff. "Ahoy, Redhand. Darque's regards, and Stormalog smile on you." He walks on without waiting for a reply, towards where Maereina talks.
Maereina slowly pivots on her toes toward Darque as she hears the name of her captain. "Captain's probably in his cabin with that woman so little chance he heard any of that." She gives a final nod to her crewmate before he heads back up the gangplank.
Darque says, "I told him once, ain't no good ravishing the ships and pillaging the women. Holds have more jewels, and women smell better. Glad he's takin' advice. Does he know about the Great Gun yet?"
Maereina casts Darque a grin before shaking her head. "I couldn't say. The captain knows a lot of things he doesn't share with his Second Mate. I haven't heard of it though so I'd be happy to hear about it in his place."
Darque says, "I have a theory. Crackpot thing. But the Golden Hart still sails, and I say her bow gun has started firing again, and the vortex is caused by it. Stormalog had himself tied to it, and that's how he died. Pulled under when Oberon kicked it aside."
Maereina glances out toward the water then back to Darque. "An interesting idea. Planning on doing anything with this theory or just spouting wind?"
Darque says, "I'm going looking for it. The Echo Rei needs a refit, and I need a shallow-hulled ship, but I can swing the cash."
Maereina arches a brow slightly. "Well, it sounds like a grand adventure, Captain Darque. I'll be happy to pass it along if y'like."
Darque says, "Or steal a ship and carve out the glory. You know how the Vortex Cannon works?"
Maereina shakes her head. "Cannot say I do. M'head's full of holes at th'moment. Anything like a Storm Cannon?"
Darque says, "It's seven of them. The first tears the air. The others boom out then, along the torn path, and the air dies. It was going to cut a hole in Kolvir, said old Stormalog. But they never found his body, and they never found his ship. Arrrgh."
Darque sneers at the air.
Maereina whistles low at that description. "A pity he didn't get a chance to try it on ole Kolvir then. So you think you know where to look. What will you do with her if you do find her? That's a bit more firepower than the average ship needs to put it down."
Darque says, "I think it's firing at the bottom of the whirlpool. We'll need a lot to get close to it. But when people know Darque is putting together an expedition... They'll wonder what he sees that they don't."
Maereina gestures toward the city. "I was just getting ready to head into town and look for a proper place to work on new sails for Starchaser. How many ships to do you think you'll be needing to help in your venture?"
Darque says, "Firstly, a shallow-draft schooner, with plenty of ropes and anchors. We might have to haul off. Then? We'll need something huge with a grapple. Ten hundred tons or more, and if the metal won't hold her still, it'll be death for all, and a drink in hell for the worst of us."
Maereina chuckles softly as she begins to walk toward the city. "Well good luck to y'then Captain Darque. I'll pass word of your venture along to Captain Redhand and let him find you or not as he wills."
Darque salutes, his finger pinging off one of his two eye-patches.
Darque takes up his quarterstaff again, and tap-tap-taps his way towards the town.