17-09-2009, 11:31 PM
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17-09-2009, 11:33 PM
Round 1: The Landing
To MSJ's regret, the bothersome cloud formation in the distance resolved itself as far less distant and far more bothersome.
"So much for the satellite feed, I was promised blue skies. Guess I should have opted for bad-weather insurance." he grumbled sarcastically.
Decorated for his years of marine service, MSJ had finally decided to buy out some small cruise ship's piloting rights and he was living day 1 of the dream. Now he'd have to tell the passengers aboard his adventure cruise that the deck may not be the best place to hang around.
"Well folks, looks like the adventure is beginning early, we've entered a bit of a storm and by the looks of it a short one. Enjoy it while you can, this is the stuff any real voyage is made of." - He decided to doctor up the storm warning to persuade the optimistic crew into having a good time regardless of the rough patch.
Then it happened. A bright light hit the cabin and the room lit up, a lighthouse was just ahead. This couldn't be right... there was no lighthouse a few seconds ago, the charts don't indicate land in this area. "We're 70 freaking miles of the coast of Guam, are you kidding me." For a few moments MSJ reasoned that the light ahead must be some massive liner, or perhaps an oil rig. That is, until his vessel lurched forward, mashing him soundly into the nearby instrument panel.
It could have been hours, or mere minutes later... MSJ awoke to find that his small cruise ship had been pulled to shore. He himself was not in the cabin any longer, but was sitting up on deck alongside a few bruised passengers. The storm was still raging around him, and the rain began to pour. A tall slender man dressed in a shirt and overalls called from across the deck: "hoy, you there! You awake?". Overalls? This man was clearly from the land they had made it to, and may have been the one to help pull them in... although, MSJ wasn't sure how he accomplished the feat. He seemed to be alone, and the ship had harshly run aground, ah, he may not have needed to do any pulling, the waves were ridiculous enough to moor them into the shallow docking. Never the less, MSJ stood and greeted the man.
"I'm Al, and you guys were 3 feet from screwed if you ask me. I dunno how, but ye aren't a very injured bunch, I'm going to fetch some brandy an you'd best to figure out what you're going to do with these people now that it's raining again."
He didn't give MSJ a chance to talk, this annoyed him, but he didn't really feel like talking anyway, he just wanted the guy to leave so he could puke in solitude, well, semi-solitude, he noticed that others around him were coming to. He supposed the brandy was to disinfect some of the injuries... but there wasn't much in the way of that, maybe it was to ease their nerves. Whatever.
To MSJ's regret, the bothersome cloud formation in the distance resolved itself as far less distant and far more bothersome.
"So much for the satellite feed, I was promised blue skies. Guess I should have opted for bad-weather insurance." he grumbled sarcastically.
Decorated for his years of marine service, MSJ had finally decided to buy out some small cruise ship's piloting rights and he was living day 1 of the dream. Now he'd have to tell the passengers aboard his adventure cruise that the deck may not be the best place to hang around.
"Well folks, looks like the adventure is beginning early, we've entered a bit of a storm and by the looks of it a short one. Enjoy it while you can, this is the stuff any real voyage is made of." - He decided to doctor up the storm warning to persuade the optimistic crew into having a good time regardless of the rough patch.
Then it happened. A bright light hit the cabin and the room lit up, a lighthouse was just ahead. This couldn't be right... there was no lighthouse a few seconds ago, the charts don't indicate land in this area. "We're 70 freaking miles of the coast of Guam, are you kidding me." For a few moments MSJ reasoned that the light ahead must be some massive liner, or perhaps an oil rig. That is, until his vessel lurched forward, mashing him soundly into the nearby instrument panel.
It could have been hours, or mere minutes later... MSJ awoke to find that his small cruise ship had been pulled to shore. He himself was not in the cabin any longer, but was sitting up on deck alongside a few bruised passengers. The storm was still raging around him, and the rain began to pour. A tall slender man dressed in a shirt and overalls called from across the deck: "hoy, you there! You awake?". Overalls? This man was clearly from the land they had made it to, and may have been the one to help pull them in... although, MSJ wasn't sure how he accomplished the feat. He seemed to be alone, and the ship had harshly run aground, ah, he may not have needed to do any pulling, the waves were ridiculous enough to moor them into the shallow docking. Never the less, MSJ stood and greeted the man.
"I'm Al, and you guys were 3 feet from screwed if you ask me. I dunno how, but ye aren't a very injured bunch, I'm going to fetch some brandy an you'd best to figure out what you're going to do with these people now that it's raining again."
He didn't give MSJ a chance to talk, this annoyed him, but he didn't really feel like talking anyway, he just wanted the guy to leave so he could puke in solitude, well, semi-solitude, he noticed that others around him were coming to. He supposed the brandy was to disinfect some of the injuries... but there wasn't much in the way of that, maybe it was to ease their nerves. Whatever.
17-09-2009, 11:33 PM
MSJ, remembering his trusty pocket watch, produced it from his pocket. 7:46. Hmm, AM or PM he wondered, the sky didn't offer any clues. Given his last recalled location and season he estimated that sunset would be around 9:30... the sun wasn't visible due to cloud cover... "That's of little consequence" he supposed.
Al has moved out of sight and MSJ noticed an elderly man stirring nearby. "Hey buddy, you feeling alright?". "I've been better, but I've been worse too... I've got a splitting headache... You wouldn't have a pipe on you, would you?". MSJ knew he didn't have one on him, and offered a pack of gum.
Gavin figured that the gum may stave off his cravings, so he began chewing a piece and tossed the pack back to MSJ. The old man pulled himself to his feet and took a look around.
"Huh... well this is kind of familiar..."
"You know where we are?"
"Oh, no, but I like lighthouses, used to work in one when I was a boy, back when they had wicks that needed to be trimmed."
As they spoke MSJ heard a faint grinding from the lighthouse, or at least from shore.
"So, I guess that's the sound of whatever makes that light keep turning?"
"Huh? All I can hear right now is the wind son, I don't remember a lighthouse making much noise though, even in my day."
Al has moved out of sight and MSJ noticed an elderly man stirring nearby. "Hey buddy, you feeling alright?". "I've been better, but I've been worse too... I've got a splitting headache... You wouldn't have a pipe on you, would you?". MSJ knew he didn't have one on him, and offered a pack of gum.
Gavin figured that the gum may stave off his cravings, so he began chewing a piece and tossed the pack back to MSJ. The old man pulled himself to his feet and took a look around.
"Huh... well this is kind of familiar..."
"You know where we are?"
"Oh, no, but I like lighthouses, used to work in one when I was a boy, back when they had wicks that needed to be trimmed."
As they spoke MSJ heard a faint grinding from the lighthouse, or at least from shore.
"So, I guess that's the sound of whatever makes that light keep turning?"
"Huh? All I can hear right now is the wind son, I don't remember a lighthouse making much noise though, even in my day."
17-09-2009, 11:34 PM
Currently there is a lull in the storm. Only a soft misty rain is falling right now, but you can see the clouds gathering around you again. Lightning flashes in the distance. Garla awakens to find himself a bit bruised and battered with a few small scrapes and rips in his clothes. Sportzman1 is less lucky. He awakens to a general pain all over but doesn't realize his real plight until he tries to get up. During the crash he was thrown hard against the ship's railing, breaking his right arm. It is a clean break without any additional injuries, but something will definitely have to be done to immobilize it.
MSJ sees two more crew members awake and says, "So which one of you is going to go check out that lighthouse?"
At this point Garla seems to be the only one really capable of making the journey quickly. Sportzman1 needs some help and Gavin doesn't exactly appear to be much of an adventurer. MSJ has decided to remain on ship to wait for the rest of his crew to wake up.
MSJ sees two more crew members awake and says, "So which one of you is going to go check out that lighthouse?"
At this point Garla seems to be the only one really capable of making the journey quickly. Sportzman1 needs some help and Gavin doesn't exactly appear to be much of an adventurer. MSJ has decided to remain on ship to wait for the rest of his crew to wake up.
18-09-2009, 04:01 AM
MSJ looked around, Garla quickly piped up: "I'm up for it captain!". MSJ thought for a second before giving him a quick bop on the head. "I'm the captain and I decide, you sit your ass back down there. We send the other two." MSJ snapped while pointing at Gavin and "Why'd you ask then?" Garla quietly muttered. MSJ lowered an eyebrow. "Er... Aye aye Captain".
Garla realized that MSJ was off his rocker trying to send an elderly vacationer out to the lighthouse, so he sighed and motioned to the injured Sportsman. "You there, cripple, you go look." Sportsman rolled his eyes, at the shortsighted order "Fine, I'll go" he said before climbing down to the dock and proceeding out toward the lighthouse. Garla began looking around the deck for supplies and came across some rope, a bucket, a fishing rod, and a pack of emergency candles.
MSJ looked around the deck. "There must be something of use up here, maybe a sword! Yeah!". MSJ dug through small heaps of rubble before locating a bill hook which he tossed aside and a cane. "I can use this". Gavin quickly picked up the bill hook. "Are you sure you don't want to trade" he suggested, offering the bill hook out to MSJ. Gavin would have far more use for the cane than himself.
Before he could answer, two more bodies began to stir. Tricky popped up, bright eyed, and proceeded directly to MSJ to see how he could help out. Perhaps his schooling could help them out of this bind somehow, although... the matter looked like a job for a welder... which he wasn't... Eric wasn't quite as bright eyed, he had a splitting headache and sat on the deck holding his forehead.
Al has made it back with the bottle of brandy. "Oy, looks like the lot of you are up! ...and it looks like you're the reason I went to get the medicine" He remarked, handing the bottle to Eric. Garla was lighting up one of his emergency candles when Al interrupted him "Hey, I hope you're not planning on camping out here in the rain... why don't you follow me up to the house? You folks like being wet or something? Anyway... I'm going back to the house right now, and you're nuts to not follow me." Al was clearly annoyed with the wetness, and started back out onto the dock and toward a path leading inland.
Meanwhile, Sportsman had finally made it to the lot the lighthouse was built on. He could see a pathway to the right of the shed on which a small barn, or shed, was built. Past the shed there was a second path, a straight path leading back to the shore line and extending further inland. He thought he heard footsteps running down that path, but the rain was loud and he wasn't sure. The ground was muddy, the lighthouse was just a lighthouse, perhaps he didn't feel like checking it out after all. Nevertheless, he stood by the door to the lighthouse in contemplation. It wasn't locked.
Garla realized that MSJ was off his rocker trying to send an elderly vacationer out to the lighthouse, so he sighed and motioned to the injured Sportsman. "You there, cripple, you go look." Sportsman rolled his eyes, at the shortsighted order "Fine, I'll go" he said before climbing down to the dock and proceeding out toward the lighthouse. Garla began looking around the deck for supplies and came across some rope, a bucket, a fishing rod, and a pack of emergency candles.
MSJ looked around the deck. "There must be something of use up here, maybe a sword! Yeah!". MSJ dug through small heaps of rubble before locating a bill hook which he tossed aside and a cane. "I can use this". Gavin quickly picked up the bill hook. "Are you sure you don't want to trade" he suggested, offering the bill hook out to MSJ. Gavin would have far more use for the cane than himself.
Before he could answer, two more bodies began to stir. Tricky popped up, bright eyed, and proceeded directly to MSJ to see how he could help out. Perhaps his schooling could help them out of this bind somehow, although... the matter looked like a job for a welder... which he wasn't... Eric wasn't quite as bright eyed, he had a splitting headache and sat on the deck holding his forehead.
Al has made it back with the bottle of brandy. "Oy, looks like the lot of you are up! ...and it looks like you're the reason I went to get the medicine" He remarked, handing the bottle to Eric. Garla was lighting up one of his emergency candles when Al interrupted him "Hey, I hope you're not planning on camping out here in the rain... why don't you follow me up to the house? You folks like being wet or something? Anyway... I'm going back to the house right now, and you're nuts to not follow me." Al was clearly annoyed with the wetness, and started back out onto the dock and toward a path leading inland.
Meanwhile, Sportsman had finally made it to the lot the lighthouse was built on. He could see a pathway to the right of the shed on which a small barn, or shed, was built. Past the shed there was a second path, a straight path leading back to the shore line and extending further inland. He thought he heard footsteps running down that path, but the rain was loud and he wasn't sure. The ground was muddy, the lighthouse was just a lighthouse, perhaps he didn't feel like checking it out after all. Nevertheless, he stood by the door to the lighthouse in contemplation. It wasn't locked.
19-09-2009, 05:36 PM
The brandy gets passed around to all. Then captain MSJ says, "Aye! might as well follow this old cook to his house for the night...or day, whatever it is we're in. We'll work out plans for our own shelter after we've had some rest."
He then tosses the cane to Gavin, which he fumbles to the ground before picking it up. "Here, maybe this will help you keep up with the rest of us," the captain says. Gavin then politely hands the bill hook to MSJ.
Garla then proceeds to look for some more rope. The small bits he had found previously weren't going to help much. Many of the lines used to tie off to a dock had either been blown off or severed in the storm leaving very little to work with. After digging around in some of the debris, he does manage to find a coil of about 50 feet or rope. Its pretty thick and quite heavy.
Tricky wisely ignores the captain and digs around the upper deck for medical supplies. Unfortunately this was supposed to be pleasure cruise so MSJ didn't stock the first aid with much beyond a bottle of aspirin, a few band aids and a small tube of Neosporin. Tricky decides to go to the lighthouse anyway to try and help out Sportzman1. They will have to find better supplies on the island. He hurries out in the direction taken by Sportzman1 earlier and arrives at the lighthouse.
The rest of the group finally departs the boat and begins heading up the main path behind Al. There is a forested area to their right, and the light house and a small shed to their left.
Meanwhile, Sportzman1 had abandoned his idea of going into the lighthouse to try looking into the shed nearby. He's hoping to find some kind of medical supplies here, or more likely something he can use to help stabilize his arm. He approaches the shed. Finding the door, he sees an old rusty lock unclosed on the latch. Perhaps because in the past it became too rusty to use. He enters the poorly lit shed and finds some gardening supplies. He uses plant supports and chicken wire to fashion himself a crude brace for his broken arm. The bulk of the space in the shed is taken up by an empty boat trailer. There are a few life jackets piled up on a bench to the side.
He then tosses the cane to Gavin, which he fumbles to the ground before picking it up. "Here, maybe this will help you keep up with the rest of us," the captain says. Gavin then politely hands the bill hook to MSJ.
Garla then proceeds to look for some more rope. The small bits he had found previously weren't going to help much. Many of the lines used to tie off to a dock had either been blown off or severed in the storm leaving very little to work with. After digging around in some of the debris, he does manage to find a coil of about 50 feet or rope. Its pretty thick and quite heavy.
Tricky wisely ignores the captain and digs around the upper deck for medical supplies. Unfortunately this was supposed to be pleasure cruise so MSJ didn't stock the first aid with much beyond a bottle of aspirin, a few band aids and a small tube of Neosporin. Tricky decides to go to the lighthouse anyway to try and help out Sportzman1. They will have to find better supplies on the island. He hurries out in the direction taken by Sportzman1 earlier and arrives at the lighthouse.
The rest of the group finally departs the boat and begins heading up the main path behind Al. There is a forested area to their right, and the light house and a small shed to their left.
Meanwhile, Sportzman1 had abandoned his idea of going into the lighthouse to try looking into the shed nearby. He's hoping to find some kind of medical supplies here, or more likely something he can use to help stabilize his arm. He approaches the shed. Finding the door, he sees an old rusty lock unclosed on the latch. Perhaps because in the past it became too rusty to use. He enters the poorly lit shed and finds some gardening supplies. He uses plant supports and chicken wire to fashion himself a crude brace for his broken arm. The bulk of the space in the shed is taken up by an empty boat trailer. There are a few life jackets piled up on a bench to the side.
21-09-2009, 03:21 AM
Sportzman continued to rummage through the shed that he had now realized was a boathouse. The door facing the lighthouse was a standard sized door while the wall closest to the dock was primarily made up of a large hinged door. The best weapon Sportzman could manage while perusing through the gardening supplies and life jackets was an old pair of hedge clippers. Hardly useful to him with his one good arm...
Meanwhile, Tricky had bounded into the lighthouse. Sportzman had a broken arm and the few supplies he had managed to pull together may help his friend out. The room he was in was very dark, lit only by the large rotating beacon on the floor above he could barely make out a wooden table with an oil lamp, a small can of lamp oil, and a large winding staircase leading to the level above. As Tricky glanced around the room Eric popped through the door. Eric had seen Tricky enter the lighthouse from the path, and had quickly caught up to him. "Wooh Eric, yeesh, don't sneak up on me like that" Tricky sighed. Eric apologetically grinned "Heh, sorry, I kinda expected you to not be alone... um, is Sportzman in here?". "If he is, I don't see or hear him... unless he went upstairs, that grinding is pretty loud". "HEY SPORTZMAN!!!"
No reply.
"Huh..." muttered Eric.
Al lead the remainder of the troop up the long walkway toward what was shaping up to be a very large house. Gavin took careful note of his surroundings, he observed the following:
The dock and boat behind him.
A shed and lighthouse surrounded by a walkway to his left. Tricky and Eric had just entered the lighthouse.
A forested area to the right.
A large mansion up the walk ahead of them surrounded by a courtyard.
A large garden separating the right side of the house and the forest.
Arriving at the front door of the mansion Al spoke up "well folks, here we are, be sure to wipe your feet". He opened the door and gestured for the group to follow him in. Garla wasn't feeling very comfortable with the prospect of leaving the boat out for the night in the condition it was in. He cleared his throat, stopping the group's entry. "Uh..Captain, where exactly are we? Should we really have left the boat like that?". Al interrupted before MSJ could reply "Come now, there's nothing we can do about it till the storm passes, you could get killed out there! You'd best all just come in for now." Al paused "Weren't there others with you earlier?".
Meanwhile, Tricky had bounded into the lighthouse. Sportzman had a broken arm and the few supplies he had managed to pull together may help his friend out. The room he was in was very dark, lit only by the large rotating beacon on the floor above he could barely make out a wooden table with an oil lamp, a small can of lamp oil, and a large winding staircase leading to the level above. As Tricky glanced around the room Eric popped through the door. Eric had seen Tricky enter the lighthouse from the path, and had quickly caught up to him. "Wooh Eric, yeesh, don't sneak up on me like that" Tricky sighed. Eric apologetically grinned "Heh, sorry, I kinda expected you to not be alone... um, is Sportzman in here?". "If he is, I don't see or hear him... unless he went upstairs, that grinding is pretty loud". "HEY SPORTZMAN!!!"
No reply.
"Huh..." muttered Eric.
Al lead the remainder of the troop up the long walkway toward what was shaping up to be a very large house. Gavin took careful note of his surroundings, he observed the following:
The dock and boat behind him.
A shed and lighthouse surrounded by a walkway to his left. Tricky and Eric had just entered the lighthouse.
A forested area to the right.
A large mansion up the walk ahead of them surrounded by a courtyard.
A large garden separating the right side of the house and the forest.
Arriving at the front door of the mansion Al spoke up "well folks, here we are, be sure to wipe your feet". He opened the door and gestured for the group to follow him in. Garla wasn't feeling very comfortable with the prospect of leaving the boat out for the night in the condition it was in. He cleared his throat, stopping the group's entry. "Uh..Captain, where exactly are we? Should we really have left the boat like that?". Al interrupted before MSJ could reply "Come now, there's nothing we can do about it till the storm passes, you could get killed out there! You'd best all just come in for now." Al paused "Weren't there others with you earlier?".
22-09-2009, 03:51 AM
Cold water soaking his clothes shocked Nalot to consciousness. He was a stowaway aboard the cruise. His poor sense of vagranthood somehow landed him on an adventure cruise rather than that ship to Australia he had been hoping for. On the run due to some shenanigans at a monastery in Wales he had boat-hopped twice before mistakenly embarking on this particular voyage. It was very dark around him, and a metal filing cabinet pinned him against the ground, in a pool of cold water. Normally a filing cabinet would be easily tossed aside, but it had filled with water and now was beyond his physical capacity. He didn't want to be discovered by the crew, but it looked like voyage had been compromised otherwise anyway...
"HEEEEEEEEELP!" He yelled. It was dreadfully quiet.
He screamed more urgently from the dark lower cabin of the ship.
Eric and Tricky may have been able to hear the distant shrieks if it weren't for the thick concrete lighthouse wall and constant grinding of the lighthouse beacon. Eric looked at Tricky "I guess we should find sportsmen then see if we can find out where the rest were headed." Tricky nodded, "His arm was broken man... do you think he went to check on that stupid grinding noise and passed out? That staircase is quite the climb..." Eric sighed " I don't know why he listened to the captain anyway... ugh, we better go up there" Tricky trimmed the lamp and bolted up the stairs. "No, he's not here". Tricky didn't spend too much time looking around, there was no sign of Sportzman up there so he started back down the steps shaking his head.
Sportzman was disappointed in the two handed "weapon" he had found and was walking through the doorway on his way back to the ship when he heard distant shrieks. Wasting no time he bolted (with caution, due to his arm). He arrived at the ship looked around. "What's wrong!? Are you ok!? Where are you!?".
Nalot finally lowered his voice "I'm here, down here, below deck!".
Back at the mansion Garla sighed. "Dammit G, where the hell did you go?" "Alright Al, if there is nothing that can be done let's get inside then." Al nodded, and lead MSJ, Tricky, Garla, and Gavin into a large foyer.
Gavin is the most observant of the bunch, he notes the following:
To the right there is an open doorway leading to a corridor, further along the wall there is a large arcing staircase leading to an overhang where he notices a few doors. Under the staircase there is a smaller door.
Directly ahead, under the overhang, there is a large set of closed double doors. Directly to the left of the double doors there is a large painting of a white cloaked swordsman with a plaque below it.
To the right there is a set of double doors with glass windows, Gavin notices the outdoors are visible through them.
Immediately to their left, beyond the foyer area in the corner of the room is an array of sofas and armchairs with a bar against the back wall. The bar is not tended, the the bottles are presented on the shelves.
Al motioned to the open door to the left leading to the corridor. "If you'll all follow me I'll take you to some spare rooms, they each have washrooms, so you can get cleaned up and catch some rest. I'll be by later on to check on you, with some soup of course, for those with a stomach for it that is." Al started toward the door, the group is a little hesitant to follow, the entry way of this mansion was quite the sight to see.
"HEEEEEEEEELP!" He yelled. It was dreadfully quiet.
He screamed more urgently from the dark lower cabin of the ship.
Eric and Tricky may have been able to hear the distant shrieks if it weren't for the thick concrete lighthouse wall and constant grinding of the lighthouse beacon. Eric looked at Tricky "I guess we should find sportsmen then see if we can find out where the rest were headed." Tricky nodded, "His arm was broken man... do you think he went to check on that stupid grinding noise and passed out? That staircase is quite the climb..." Eric sighed " I don't know why he listened to the captain anyway... ugh, we better go up there" Tricky trimmed the lamp and bolted up the stairs. "No, he's not here". Tricky didn't spend too much time looking around, there was no sign of Sportzman up there so he started back down the steps shaking his head.
Sportzman was disappointed in the two handed "weapon" he had found and was walking through the doorway on his way back to the ship when he heard distant shrieks. Wasting no time he bolted (with caution, due to his arm). He arrived at the ship looked around. "What's wrong!? Are you ok!? Where are you!?".
Nalot finally lowered his voice "I'm here, down here, below deck!".
Back at the mansion Garla sighed. "Dammit G, where the hell did you go?" "Alright Al, if there is nothing that can be done let's get inside then." Al nodded, and lead MSJ, Tricky, Garla, and Gavin into a large foyer.
Gavin is the most observant of the bunch, he notes the following:
To the right there is an open doorway leading to a corridor, further along the wall there is a large arcing staircase leading to an overhang where he notices a few doors. Under the staircase there is a smaller door.
Directly ahead, under the overhang, there is a large set of closed double doors. Directly to the left of the double doors there is a large painting of a white cloaked swordsman with a plaque below it.
To the right there is a set of double doors with glass windows, Gavin notices the outdoors are visible through them.
Immediately to their left, beyond the foyer area in the corner of the room is an array of sofas and armchairs with a bar against the back wall. The bar is not tended, the the bottles are presented on the shelves.
Al motioned to the open door to the left leading to the corridor. "If you'll all follow me I'll take you to some spare rooms, they each have washrooms, so you can get cleaned up and catch some rest. I'll be by later on to check on you, with some soup of course, for those with a stomach for it that is." Al started toward the door, the group is a little hesitant to follow, the entry way of this mansion was quite the sight to see.
23-09-2009, 04:51 AM
Sportzman burst into the lower cabin and found Nalot pinned under the cabinet. With a few solid heaves from his good arm he moved the cabinet long enough to permit Nalot's escape. "Woo! You saved me! I'm starving and freezing! Thank you thank you!" Sportzman was confused, he didn't recognize this person at all.
"Uh, who are you?"
"Me? Um, I'm Nalot"
"I don't remember you..."
"Oh, well... truth be told, I'm a stowaway! You see I snuck on, bit of trouble with the law you see"
"You snuck on a cruise? Instead of a transport boat?"
"hehehe...yeah, my bad, I was aiming for Australia"
After a bit of chitchat explaining Nalot's exploits the two emerged up on deck. Sportzman looked to the ground and saw his travel bag, he rummaged through the soggy books till he found his pocket knife. A small knife approximate 2" in length, it would be useful to cut ropes or whatnot. The two noticed a light approaching them from the distance.
Eric and Tricky had decided to look for the rest of the crew. Sportzman was clearly lost and they began to worry for the safety of the others. They formed an alliance of trust, they would tell one another of any suspicions they had. Namely Al... Tricky took the lamp from Eric and glanced around the empty room before heading back outside, jogging, with Eric following, back to the boat. Just before arriving at the boat they heard sportsman's voice. "Hello out there! Someone else woke up!"
Back at the mansion Al and lead MSJ and Gavin to separate rooms in the corridor. Each room was equipped with a washroom and a warm bed. Welcome sights to the tired crew. Al was about to show Garla to his room when he noticed that he had lingered in the foyer.
Garla was looking around, impressed. "Al? Is this your place or what?" he asked casually walking to the bar.
"Oh no sir, this is my master's house of which I am the head butler".
Garla eyed a promising Scotch, "oh, I hope we're not disturbing him".
"Oh no sir, you see, he summers here and is away for the fall season".
Just as Garla was about to request a drink the two large double door opened. A young man in his early 20s emerged and piped "Al, while you were out the master called, and he told me that we are to receive a guest, I thought it odd but he said..."
The man stopped speaking, having noticed Garla.
"Who are you? I was told the guest would be far older...and wealthier..."
Al spoke up: "Toby, this is..."
Garla spoke: "Garla.... and I'm sure no one was expecting us, we got stranded in the storm."
Toby looked down. "I must have been mistaken, the master never has guests while he is away. I have prepared dinner though, it would be a shame to waste..."
"Uh, who are you?"
"Me? Um, I'm Nalot"
"I don't remember you..."
"Oh, well... truth be told, I'm a stowaway! You see I snuck on, bit of trouble with the law you see"
"You snuck on a cruise? Instead of a transport boat?"
"hehehe...yeah, my bad, I was aiming for Australia"
After a bit of chitchat explaining Nalot's exploits the two emerged up on deck. Sportzman looked to the ground and saw his travel bag, he rummaged through the soggy books till he found his pocket knife. A small knife approximate 2" in length, it would be useful to cut ropes or whatnot. The two noticed a light approaching them from the distance.
Eric and Tricky had decided to look for the rest of the crew. Sportzman was clearly lost and they began to worry for the safety of the others. They formed an alliance of trust, they would tell one another of any suspicions they had. Namely Al... Tricky took the lamp from Eric and glanced around the empty room before heading back outside, jogging, with Eric following, back to the boat. Just before arriving at the boat they heard sportsman's voice. "Hello out there! Someone else woke up!"
Back at the mansion Al and lead MSJ and Gavin to separate rooms in the corridor. Each room was equipped with a washroom and a warm bed. Welcome sights to the tired crew. Al was about to show Garla to his room when he noticed that he had lingered in the foyer.
Garla was looking around, impressed. "Al? Is this your place or what?" he asked casually walking to the bar.
"Oh no sir, this is my master's house of which I am the head butler".
Garla eyed a promising Scotch, "oh, I hope we're not disturbing him".
"Oh no sir, you see, he summers here and is away for the fall season".
Just as Garla was about to request a drink the two large double door opened. A young man in his early 20s emerged and piped "Al, while you were out the master called, and he told me that we are to receive a guest, I thought it odd but he said..."
The man stopped speaking, having noticed Garla.
"Who are you? I was told the guest would be far older...and wealthier..."
Al spoke up: "Toby, this is..."
Garla spoke: "Garla.... and I'm sure no one was expecting us, we got stranded in the storm."
Toby looked down. "I must have been mistaken, the master never has guests while he is away. I have prepared dinner though, it would be a shame to waste..."
24-09-2009, 03:53 AM
Darren awakens to the pounding surf and a mouth awash with salt and sand. A particularly strong wave must have thrown him this far up the beach, but now the he could feel the tide sucking at his feet and legs as it was coming in. He remembers getting thrown from the ship, but doesn't remember swimming far enough to make it to shore. Darren gets up and looks around. His pants dump pounds of sand out the legs. His crotch is a little tender and scratched up. Peeing into a storm apparently has consequences. He manages to button his pants, but the zipper is jammed up and will only go up halfway. As he looks around he finds himself on a small stretch of beach with many rocky points. Darren counts himself lucky just to be alive right now. In front of him is a rocky wall with a small forest at the top. It would be a good place for shelter if he could manage to find a path up. Navigating through the rocks will be difficult, especially in this weather. To his left, the beach quickly wraps around rocky face and disappears. To his right is something rather large sticking up out of the water. The waves keep crashing and the rain has begun again, so it is hard to tell what it is. He could investigate it, but that might not be the best idea right now with the storm and rising tides.
Alison the model wakens in the dark. The last thing she remembers is the ship lurching and being thrown against the wall. She feels her head and finds a large knot on her forehead. "That will be great for pictures," she mumbles to herself. Its pitch black in her interior room below deck, but she can hear the water coming in. She starts to panic before taking a few deep breaths and starts to feel around the room. Broken furniture and wet clothes are all she finds at first. Her small closet must have come up and emptied it contents across the room. She then hears the shouting of someone nearby, but not of a voice she recognizes. Trying to stay calm she creeps slowly toward the voice. She finds a door but it won't open. Also the shouting has stopped. She waits for a minute to catch the voice again, but with fear rising, she starts to cry out for help as well. "I'm trapped, someone get me out of here!" she yells.
Sportzman and Nalot here the shouting below them. The quickly race back down below decks and move some wreckage out of the way to get to Alison. Eric and Tricky hear her shouts as well. Tricky clambers back up on deck while Eric tries to search for anything useful on the beach. Alison and the rest come up on deck as soon as Tricky get aboard. All the men are trying to offer their help to the young model. She fends them off and starts her way down on her own. Eric notices that the tide is rising and sees water washing in and out of the broken ship. Suddenly a broken board crashes in on a wave and careens off a rock and nearly into Eric's head. The waves are getting more violent as the water starts surging forward. More debris can be seen crashing amongst the rocks. Eric shouts up to everyone "I think its time to leave. The tides coming in and I don't know if the ship is going to stay together much longer." They abandon any search for items and flee to safety inland.
As the four of them walk along Nalot thanks Sportzman again for rescuing him and explains who he is to everyone. He then says "I am an insomniac, who when I do sleep sometimes I sleepwalk--and it occasionally gets me into trouble... which is why the police were looking for me." He then asks where they are going and if there is any food there. Sportzman says "I don't know where we are and we'll just have to keep our eyes out food." Tricky chimes in, "There's a house this way. Maybe we can find some shelter and food there."
Gavin finds his room comfortable but rather plain. Nothing exciting to speak of. He decides that he might as well make himself comfortable and get some sleep.
Garla was intrigued by Toby's offer. "Dinner? I could definitely eat... but I don't want to intrude on a meal meant for someone else. If it's no trouble then lead on, Toby." Toby looked a little embarrassed. "Please, disregard what I said earlier, do, follow me."
Garla, never one to turn down a free meal follows Toby into the dining room. Laid out on the table is a large roast thinly sliced a heaping platter side of mashed potatoes with gravy, a large plate of broiled aspearagus in a light lemon sauce and a large loaf of homemade bread on the side.
MSJ was starving, he made quick use of the shower and straightened himself up before checking the cupboards. Bingo, a clean robe, perfect. His clothes were drenched and this was a suitable fix. Giving himself a last check in the mirror before heading back into the corridor and onward to the promise of soup he notices something odd. A long silver hair was stuck to the stubble of his cheek. "Sloppy maids...." he muttered, assuming it must be from the towel he used. Plucking it off he marched on into the corridor and headed back toward the foyer. "Oh man, I smell something AWESOME!".
Alison the model wakens in the dark. The last thing she remembers is the ship lurching and being thrown against the wall. She feels her head and finds a large knot on her forehead. "That will be great for pictures," she mumbles to herself. Its pitch black in her interior room below deck, but she can hear the water coming in. She starts to panic before taking a few deep breaths and starts to feel around the room. Broken furniture and wet clothes are all she finds at first. Her small closet must have come up and emptied it contents across the room. She then hears the shouting of someone nearby, but not of a voice she recognizes. Trying to stay calm she creeps slowly toward the voice. She finds a door but it won't open. Also the shouting has stopped. She waits for a minute to catch the voice again, but with fear rising, she starts to cry out for help as well. "I'm trapped, someone get me out of here!" she yells.
Sportzman and Nalot here the shouting below them. The quickly race back down below decks and move some wreckage out of the way to get to Alison. Eric and Tricky hear her shouts as well. Tricky clambers back up on deck while Eric tries to search for anything useful on the beach. Alison and the rest come up on deck as soon as Tricky get aboard. All the men are trying to offer their help to the young model. She fends them off and starts her way down on her own. Eric notices that the tide is rising and sees water washing in and out of the broken ship. Suddenly a broken board crashes in on a wave and careens off a rock and nearly into Eric's head. The waves are getting more violent as the water starts surging forward. More debris can be seen crashing amongst the rocks. Eric shouts up to everyone "I think its time to leave. The tides coming in and I don't know if the ship is going to stay together much longer." They abandon any search for items and flee to safety inland.
As the four of them walk along Nalot thanks Sportzman again for rescuing him and explains who he is to everyone. He then says "I am an insomniac, who when I do sleep sometimes I sleepwalk--and it occasionally gets me into trouble... which is why the police were looking for me." He then asks where they are going and if there is any food there. Sportzman says "I don't know where we are and we'll just have to keep our eyes out food." Tricky chimes in, "There's a house this way. Maybe we can find some shelter and food there."
Gavin finds his room comfortable but rather plain. Nothing exciting to speak of. He decides that he might as well make himself comfortable and get some sleep.
Garla was intrigued by Toby's offer. "Dinner? I could definitely eat... but I don't want to intrude on a meal meant for someone else. If it's no trouble then lead on, Toby." Toby looked a little embarrassed. "Please, disregard what I said earlier, do, follow me."
Garla, never one to turn down a free meal follows Toby into the dining room. Laid out on the table is a large roast thinly sliced a heaping platter side of mashed potatoes with gravy, a large plate of broiled aspearagus in a light lemon sauce and a large loaf of homemade bread on the side.
MSJ was starving, he made quick use of the shower and straightened himself up before checking the cupboards. Bingo, a clean robe, perfect. His clothes were drenched and this was a suitable fix. Giving himself a last check in the mirror before heading back into the corridor and onward to the promise of soup he notices something odd. A long silver hair was stuck to the stubble of his cheek. "Sloppy maids...." he muttered, assuming it must be from the towel he used. Plucking it off he marched on into the corridor and headed back toward the foyer. "Oh man, I smell something AWESOME!".
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