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come_sailaway2022-04-26 10:39 pm
saltandpepperbeard) wrote in come_sailaway2022-04-26 10:39 pm
I swear by my tattoo
Who: Blackbeard (Edward Teach) and YOU!
What: An Existential Crisis
When: End of April, beginning of May
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Language?
[i. Nautilus]
This ship--floating city, really--is absolutely fucking MASSIVE. After all that weird introduction to the place, Ed's been wandering above and below deck with a wide-eyed, slightly baffled, slightly-awed, slightly alarmed look as he took in the metal hull, the lack of sails and rigging, the way you barely felt the roll of the ocean.
He had climbed over the rails and banged on the hull, amazed at the durability and evenness of the exterior. He had walked the longest of the decks, one foot directly in front of the other in an attempt to map the sheer scale of this beast. He had yet to figure out how the damned thing was moving.
He had tried to get into the wheelhouse, but that went down like a lead cannonball.
It was both the most amazing and most frightening place he had been in a long-ass time.
"This is wild."
[ii. Blow me down and pick me up! She swapped me for a trout]
Scattered around him are various drinking glasses, most empty, some with their garnishes still garnishing. He's eaten all the cherries, though, if they had cherries. And any citrus garnishes have been finished to their rind. Doesn't seem too keen on mint garnishes however.
"They come in so many colors--did you know that? This one is green!" He picks up a glass and points at the obviously green contents. "And none of them even TASTE like rum. How do they--and look, they have these little--" Ed plucks a paper umbrella from one of the cocktails, going almost cross-eyed to look at the parasol pinched between his fingers. "These little umbrellas! Look at that. How do you think they make 'em so small?"
[iii. Strange Man of the Seas]
By the end of it, this man with a scraggly salt-and-pepper beard and long hair, dressed in leather like a biker, is just laying on the deck. Not on a deck chair, just flat on his back on the floor, staring up at the sky.
Ed is overwhelmed. The lights--there's not a single candle to be had but everything is all lit up, and the casino even has colored lights, like stained glass but...not. There's a sink where he can turn a tap and the water can be hot or cold at request. The possibility of ghosts are the least of his concerns.
"But how the fuck is it moving?"
[iv. pick your poison]
What: An Existential Crisis
When: End of April, beginning of May
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Language?
[i. Nautilus]
This ship--floating city, really--is absolutely fucking MASSIVE. After all that weird introduction to the place, Ed's been wandering above and below deck with a wide-eyed, slightly baffled, slightly-awed, slightly alarmed look as he took in the metal hull, the lack of sails and rigging, the way you barely felt the roll of the ocean.
He had climbed over the rails and banged on the hull, amazed at the durability and evenness of the exterior. He had walked the longest of the decks, one foot directly in front of the other in an attempt to map the sheer scale of this beast. He had yet to figure out how the damned thing was moving.
He had tried to get into the wheelhouse, but that went down like a lead cannonball.
It was both the most amazing and most frightening place he had been in a long-ass time.
"This is wild."
[ii. Blow me down and pick me up! She swapped me for a trout]
Scattered around him are various drinking glasses, most empty, some with their garnishes still garnishing. He's eaten all the cherries, though, if they had cherries. And any citrus garnishes have been finished to their rind. Doesn't seem too keen on mint garnishes however.
"They come in so many colors--did you know that? This one is green!" He picks up a glass and points at the obviously green contents. "And none of them even TASTE like rum. How do they--and look, they have these little--" Ed plucks a paper umbrella from one of the cocktails, going almost cross-eyed to look at the parasol pinched between his fingers. "These little umbrellas! Look at that. How do you think they make 'em so small?"
[iii. Strange Man of the Seas]
By the end of it, this man with a scraggly salt-and-pepper beard and long hair, dressed in leather like a biker, is just laying on the deck. Not on a deck chair, just flat on his back on the floor, staring up at the sky.
Ed is overwhelmed. The lights--there's not a single candle to be had but everything is all lit up, and the casino even has colored lights, like stained glass but...not. There's a sink where he can turn a tap and the water can be hot or cold at request. The possibility of ghosts are the least of his concerns.
"But how the fuck is it moving?"
[iv. pick your poison]
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"Yes so it seems. Not much I can do about that from here though." He huffs, annoyed that he has all the machinations of a new plan for additional income streams and can't act on it.
"I have hosted parties there yes, and to get from one place to another. Also it can be useful to be in international waters, for legal purposes." He also.. does not like his yacht. He hates boats. He hates water, he hates the sensation of waves against the hull, he hates sea birds, he hates all of it. But having it is a status symbol, so have it he does. Though after being here if he ever gets home he's going to light it on fire and set it adrift.
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For legal purposes. Sounds more to Ed like it's for illegal purposes, the same reason that most pirates were more keen to be out at sea than in port--port has rules, legality to contend with. The sea is... an untamed frontier. It's lawless, except what codes are agreed on between the crew.
"International waters? Is that just a way of saying no one owns the sea?" Please tell him no one owns the seas in the future. Colonial powers needed to stop gobbling up every bit of free space known to man and leave some to those who wanted to exist outside of countries and the law.
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"No one owns all of it. The beaches and ports are usually under a countries jurisdiction, or private domain. But the central part between countries is considered to be neutral territory. Which is a good place to be should you be wanted by the law, or are planning to do something they would not approve of."
No reason not to tell Ed all of that, it's not like it matters much here. Who knew where they were or even if they were on Earth anymore. He doubted anyone would come looking for him.
"You seem disturbingly interested in boats."
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Ed frowns. It's not disturbingly interested to like boats, be interested in seafaring and shipping and other nautical activities, nor to be intensely invested in wondering how the ship you're currently sailing on is propelling itself through the water--is it? He's spent so much time in or around ships, it feels like it would be disturbing NOT to be interested in them. They were beautiful. Do landlubbers and occasion yacht-sailors think boats are uninteresting?
No wonder Stede left home.
"...I'm interested in them a normal amount."
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"Are you planning to try and steal from the ship? Because everything is free, unfortunately. So it does lack some of the thrill of it."
It has not occurred to him that the other option is to try and steal the ship itself.
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"The big prize isn't the stuff on the ship--"
And he's not shy about saying this because, really... bring pirates aboard a ship and you don't expect them to at some point consider taking over? The Captain would have to be delusional or just not aware of history.
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"How is it not... Oh. Oh I see. Well that's not aiming high at all for your first day here." He glances around at the ship, and then back at Blackbeard. "What would you do with it?"
There's not much around to sail to, in fact there's nothing but ocean in all directions for as long as Max has been here.
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"Ambition's all some of us've got in this world." Go big or go home. Actually, he'd like to go home, but since that's not an option right now-- "I'd sail it. I'm a captain, that's what we do. We'd sail until we found something, or we'd at least sail as we wanted. We'd govern ourselves, be our own crew, not at the mercy of some un-seeable force."
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Though people have apparently seen the captain, but Max hasn't so he's not real until that happens.
"So just pick a direction and sail towards the horizon?"
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“Bit more complicated than that. Expecting the captain has maps and, or a compass on hand. Then we might be able to make some sense of where we are or which way’s up. After that, maybe we can locate a trade wind that could set our course.” Ed shrugs. “But yeah, barring that... Pick a direction and go. Oceans are big. Just because we haven’t seen land, that means jack shit. For all we know, we could just be doing donuts in the Atlantic.”
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"Say you do take over the ship and you do find maps, and we happen to be on Earth, where would you sail for?"
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"I hope all of this comes to pass, the Caribbean sounds like a nice holiday."
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"Beats this, that's for sure."
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"Well, I wish you well in your endeavor to commandeer it. I'd much rather relax on a beach than the deck here."
With a polite nod he'll leave him to it. Go take over the ship buddy, he's rooting for you.