Looking for a ride - [Spanish Main; open, incomplete]

[streamofstars]

Japan. It sounded like it must have lay far to the east, but that was young William's best guess. He had been a blacksmith before all of this piracy had entered his life. It hadn't been his business to become concerned with things like geography. Still, the man had to have quite an impressive ship if he'd sailed all the way to Port Royal on his own

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[seaswann]

As Will rose, a triumphant smile came to Elizabeth's face. Though part of her had bristled as he questioned Touma, all was forgotten as she struggled not to kiss him right then and there in front of their new friend. She'd like to think of him as a friend rather a convenience, now that the sole reason for calling him a convenience seemed to be in the possession, of a certain pirate. It was all very amusing in a sadistic sort of way

[with_a_will]

Tenku. Once again a foreign name. Will ignored the man's uneasy expression for a moment, driven instead by his curiosity. "What sort of ship is it?" he asked. How could there exist a ship that could be captained by a single man and for such a long distance? Unless he had and crew and they'd...

Will hoped not. If that were the case, then he'd been extremely insensitive thus far. He supposed Touma would mention it if he felt the need to, though he might simply be jumping to conclusions.

"Better slow than dead," Will pointed out, watching as Elizabeth started examining the ships they had to choose from. It was hardly a good selection and neither of them could claim to know that much about vessels. Still, they could make a slightly educated guess and hope for the best.

"How about that one?" he asked, pointing out a rather small boat that would hold about six people. Forgetting its size (there wasn't anything much bigger left), it looked sturdy enough and Will was figuring something reliable would be the best choice of action.

[ex_abrokenco715]

How to stop, though, that was the question which was most prevalent on the ride back to Port Royal. Unfortunately for Jack, that meant he only had a minute or so before having to make the decision to slam the sloop into the harbor and into all the other pretty boats if he could not find said way to stop. Through a rather brilliant deductive decision (which involved pulling the level called ‘the break’) the black boat, which wasn’t quite a boat, came to head right next to the dock it had left from

[findredemption]

At the very least, after the surprisingly brief and speedy journey and in spite of the likelihood of landing in another unplanned location, the ship actually came to a stop by the docks rather than wedging itself into any more walls. That was something, even if that stop had been quite abrupt; a sudden, sharp jolt instead of a smooth landing