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Demestral Asella
Andouphe- Docks


Score! With Fergie as the Quartermaster, the crew had as much of a down-to-earth bridge between her and them as they could get. Since the Mozreliun fight, Demi had been feeling slightly insecure. Like it or not, she had demonstrated strength able to melt through
"I'm ever grateful for your support, Sebas. Past and present," Demi said with a smile. In true noble fashion, she bowed at the waist in respect to him.
"Now it's my turn to say drop the formalities," He responded with a chuckle, brushing it off. "You're my sister in arms." It always made her happy to hear those words, but they were now doubly so when they came out of the mouths of Sebas and Fergie. If there were 2 people she would hesitate to destroy if Elewynn gave the order to, it would be them. I am their sister in arms, she thought. I pray I never have to take the blade to you, Sebas. Though you
When Bogrum offered his congratulations and gave his own hopeful words, she was happy that she had won his confidence as well without it being laced with fear. "Good luck yourself, Captain," Demi said, returning the salute as snappy as possible, "If you need anything, I will assist to the best of my ability. No more formalities from you either." Demi was more than
"My Lady, your belongings have been moved to the Captain's Quarters." Her faithful maid had sat by quietly until there was a slight pause
"Right..... Then let's move." It was time for business. "Fergie, I will give you a back brief later."

Demi took her leave from the group. She had a ship to oversee effective immediately and she needed to get moving. Time to go from Squad Leader of the Beast Riders to the Captain of the Hackle. She also needed to bestow onto the Deputy Squad Leader the position of Squad Leader




Sebas Deadeye
Andouphe-Docks -----------> The Canine Captain's Quarters

"Yeah, we have to do a passdown of captain shit," Sebas told Bogrum, "Luckily since I'm here with you taking only a slight demotion, this passdown will be pretty easy." It took a lot to pass down a ship from the outgoing captain to the incoming captain. Demi had it easy since she would be the inaugural captain of the Hackle. Bogrum had it easy since his quartermaster was the former captain so he had all the time in the world to get the orc spun up on how to run one of these ships.

Nancy came over and inquired how to help in the transition. He was offering a body, so Sebas wouldn't hold back in putting him to work. "We do indeed. Let's go," Sebas told Nancy and started walking. His destination was the Captain's quarters of the Canine so he could move his stuff. It wasn't a far move by any means. "Be thinking about your alchemy shit and your needs. I'll not bother learning about it, but you'll be the teacher if either of the girls ask questions."

He flicked his crystal twice. Sebas to Nancy, he said over the crystal, not bothering to see if Nancy received it. He did. The Goddess was who gave him the signature so there was zero doubt. Listen, your beef with the Goddess is yours, he told Nancy, before reverting back to his own voice while they walked. "I'll not mention Her. I'll not pass any messages to you from Her, and I will only bring Her up when it's necessary." This was a win-win because Sebas didn't communicate with the Goddess unless absolutely necessary. He'd give his prayers in tribute for what she did for Lostro, but never would Sebas feel like the Goddess was the way to go for him, especially after what's been done with Nancy.
The duo made it to the room. "You start moving Orabelle's stuff. She's off with Doc. Lostro can move all her stuff at the same time, so that's what she'll be doing." Ora's stuff was mostly religious stuff and books on Holy Magic and others on Water Magic.

"You'll be sleeping in the Quartermaster's Suite with us." Sebas didn't have a bed prepared for Nancy, but he would get Nancy either a cot or a hammock in one of the corners. "I'll get you a cot or a hammock or something so you're not on that stale-ass wooden floor." He tapped on Ora's large tank full of Holy Water. It alone would take up an entire wall of a room. This cost quite a lot to get made, though the water was free, courtesy of the little one being able to generate it herself. "This is Ora's bed. It must be moved with far too much strength for me to do so we'll be getting either Naka to move it, or we'll get some mage to move it," he explained, "In general, you will check the tank for cleanliness on a daily basis while she is NOT in the tank. Ora generally keeps it clean, but you will be the adult to verify its cleanliness. I'll show you how later." The Holiness in the water generally kept the water treated in purified, but once it fell below a certain threshold, the water had to be drained and refilled. For cleanliness, Ora is a child, and a Triton nonetheless. Fish weren't exactly known for etiquette in where to poop and piss in the waters they swam in. The best solution was to keep the water treated to prevent having to drain it often. While Ora generally learned to do her business like everyone else, that sort of went away when she was in the tank. The concept of "soiling herself" only existed when she was moving among landwalkers and wearing landwalker clothes. That being said, she did her business before bedtime so the issue wasn't prolific enough to be a big deal. There was also the general body oils and BO that came with living. She wasn't required to bathe before bed, since the tank would cleanse her entirely overnight. However, not bathing before bed would contribute to having to clean the tank more often. It was a matter of cleaning yourself now or taking the pain in the ass time to drain the tank later.

"When we're done and settled in the new room, get a list of basic alchemy shit so I can get that stuff for you. If you're not working, I'll need you NOT attached to my hip while I am." Sebas was a man of business. If there wasn't a task to be worked on, he wanted to be left alone. Plus, getting Nancy his necessities would give him some form of familiarity in this unfamiliar world on this unfamiliar ship full of unfamiliar people away from the few familiar people he knew.


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WARNING: SETTING SAIL IMMINENT (2 POSTS)


The ships were loaded up quickly, and the pirates choosing their living places. Those in the bay chose their hammock or cot, and their place in the bay. Those given their own rooms chose their rooms unless specially assigned to them (ie. the Quartermaster's quarters). The ship's supplies were inventoried, bad food sent back to be replaced. Lattice took extra care in setting up Demi's quarters as closely to the original as possible. The Beast Wing had its own wing of the ship just like with The Canine. Only this time, the Hackle would hold ALL beasts. Ash and Mama Bear had to manage the things on the largest ship effective immediately and had little time for passdown from the outgoing quartermaster. It make her wonder why the hell weren't one of Adonis's circle serving as the Quartermaster if one of his circle was serving as co-captain. Still, if Ash weren't used to running around and thinking quickly, she would be swimming with cement shoes in trying to figure out what to do, but since her specialty was in the troops, she took to it.

Sebas and Nancy got the Quartermaster's Room picked up and moved. It wasn't far since they were on the same ship, and Sebas was conscious enough to not pack out his Captain's Quarters, so the moving was smooth. Lostro came by later to move all her stuff far faster than Sebas and Nancy did, and without breaking a sweat. Steven moved to fulfill the Chaplain position on The Canine, so he moved to the Chaplain's Quarters, clearing the room of the departed Chaplain and then ritually burning the more personal belongings he had, a symbol of sending his things so he could have them in his afterlife. He noticed that the Chaplain served Altalune, Goddess of the Full Moon, so he just performed the last rites to Altalune to ensure She received her follower's belongings. Now he had a neat new room.

Meanwhile, Jack got moved to a new and bigger bay with less people, so all he had to do was move his safe with his belongings. As the sort of "bay leader" he was given relative prime real estate. Duradel's position did not change either, and neither did Kersact. They stayed at the Armory and the Vault respectively. Avery's spot in the Beast Wing of The Canine did not change. He still had every intention of sleeping in Sebas's room, though he did cozy it up once he heard that Nancy would be moving in. A little twinge of jealousy hit him, but he knew Sebas was looking after Nancy. If he fucked a fish before he fucked him, Avery would probably be eating Locathah filet.

Doc had her equipment set up with the help of Orabelle. Her staff had everything they needed, and her position didn't change. The Chief Medic of the Basenjis. Orabelle was given a little space in the Medical Bay to put more of her stuff and her own little equipment. She had already been sleeping in the bed with Laylah anyways on those particularly busy days where they both ran themselves ragged and Ora couldn't drag herself back to her actual room. She had been given the title of Apprentice Medic, working directly under the tutelage of Dr. Laylah

Nothing changed with Evangeline. She was the Master Enforcer of the Basenjis and ran the Chapel on the Basenji Main Ship. Nothing changed. Her door stayed locked under the penalty of instant death if someone ever entered without permission, as posted on the door. The Chapel itself was open 24/7. Just not Evangeline's Office which doubled as her bedroom like everyone else's spaces. Very few in the Basenjis in one of these specialized positions slept separate from where they worked. A ship's space was finite afterall.

Everyone was almost set to get this next mission on the road
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Deepest Deep Doubt

"Don't worry. There's too much work for me to do to justify pestering you," Nancy was quick to assure. "I'm not a lost puppy. A scared puppy, but not a lost one." The humor of his self-aware jab didn't reach all the way to his face.

This man was inviting a stranger into his home; with his young children, no less. A place for Nancy to sleep away from the crew, and an opportunity to set up his own alchemy table, only in exchange for what sounded like some sort of educational role. It was generosity unfounded. What was Sebas really benefiting from this?

Maybe nothing, Nancy realized. Maybe this was just a task Goddess was employing to keep him in Her sights, and Sebas had no choice but to obey. Of course Sebas wouldn't be passing any messages to him. She excommunicated him. Who was to say nothing was being sent the other way?

She doesn't get to know how I'm doing. A more bitter thought rooted: maybe She didn't care. Maybe all thoughts of him were smote from memory. After all, She had only cried over him one night. Nancy had cried for thousands.


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Bogrum Mazoga
The Canine - Captain's Quarters

Bogrum wasn't too prideful of a man to admit that he had no idea what he was doing. He'd taken on authoritative roles before joining the Basenjis, but this? The closest thing was when he oversaw the operation of a catapult brigade, which was still very much not like being a captain. He wasn't even calling the shots then, just making sure orders were being followed. He supposed he still would be, with Adonis at the helm of the fleet. Orders had to be passed down. But many of those would be his own.

So because his pride laid in his work, Bogrum was unabashedly eager to let Sebas show him the ropes, an open mind ready to embrace whatever the previous captain had to offer. It was a surprise that the Captain's Quarters had been mostly cleared for him by the time he arrived, even while carrying his own paltry belongings: all of the gear on his back, the money in his purse, and a workbench light enough for an orc to carry. The team effort of Sebas, Lostro, and now Nancy made quick work of that job, save for that huge-ass tank that not even said orc could hope to lift on his own.

And he couldn't help but note Nancy, standing as a part of the group but apart. Distant and withdrawn. If mental pain manifested physically, the Locathah would be limping like a wounded antelope. Bogrum wasn't so sure if someone like Sebas was a good fit to be supporting such a person, but he'd thought the same for Fergie, and the man was her rock (if he was so bold to say).

Nancy passed some sort of list to Sebas before tottering away to a different task, and Lostro was off carrying her books with a hand-wave of magic. Bogrum took the opportunity to ask, "So, Sebas. What advice might you have for a green captain?"


Fergie
The Hackle

As for Fergie, the more she settled into her new role, the more she felt she would like it. She wouldn't be finding herself at the front of battle like before, but she'd spilled her fair share of blood for a while. Now she was going to make sure these goof-offs didn't get their blood spilled all over that sweet loot they were after. And the loot they had now. Honestly, anywhere else on the ship. Seriously, why was there so much blood on the deck after that Golden Gun celebration? Were the idiots playing Knives or something? What was she thinking, of fucking course they were.

Moving to the Hackle brought a strange sensation. Pulled in several directions, Fergie realized that most everyone she knew well were stationed elsewhere, with the Hackle being a smaller ship. Bogrum and Sebas, gone. Most still in their original place, but Ash moved to the main ship for some reason, leaving Fergie with Demi, Nakaos, and whoever else. Not that she wasn't comfortable with them; they'd proven their merit many times over. But that was comfort in them as reliable crewmates, not as... friends? Was that even applicable?

No matter. Fergie had a crew to get into order, and a back brief to hear. "Oi, Dem," she called, once she caught her new Captain in an idle moment. More like a moment not too busy where any random question would have her train of thought rocketing off the cliff. "Figure out your Co-Captain yet? Wanna know how scared I should be." Given that she didn't back down even when Demi gnashed her Draconic teeth at Adonis, the pixie would have a hell of a time finding such a person.


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Sebas Deadeye
The Canine- Captain's Quarters

With everything personal but the tank moved out of the quarters, all that left was the huge space for Bogrum's stuff and the documents for the captain. It was worth nothing that the furniture was all pristine. Sebas was very good at keeping clean and making sure the girls were also fairly clean. At least as clean as a couple of 9 year olds can be. This, being the captain's quarters, would always be first to get both the finest and the first pick of the furnishings, with the co-captain and quartermaster getting 2nd and 3rd picks respectively.

The floors of the quarters were a far shot from even the floors of the hallway, which were nigh splintering in certain places and creaked quite a bit in high volume areas like the bays. These floors were a little discolored from the saltwater under boot, or the rare light flooding from having traversed stormy waters. However, while the wood was almost awash in some form of seawater, either from the seas itself or from the touch of boots wet from the sea, the floor scrubbing had kept the stresses of life at a low. As a result, there was nary a creak inside this room. The desk was an elegant mahogany, pristinely shined and well maintained. The drawers slid out easy, and were filled with various documents all neatly arranged. Sebas wasn't a neat freak by any means, but affairs of the ship could be numerous. Under the desk was an small paper bin with a rune inscribed at the bottom. This was an incineration bin, burning to ash anything placed into it and then burning that ash into nothingness, so long as it wasn't a living being or had burn defense enchants. A bin like this could be found in every room with a leader: the Captain, Co-captain, Quartermaster, there was one in the navigation room, and in the offices of everyone who ran a sect of the ship (like Naka and Kersact). In an emergency, these bins were how to keep information out of the hands of the enemy

The bed was a huge king-sized bed with enchanted comforters made to lull the occupants to sleep while healing up their muscle fatigue. The bed, the wardobe, and desk all had a talisman stuck on the side of them. This was a [Talisman: Sticky] which essentially kept the piece of furniture from moving with the ship's sway. The ship could capsize and they wouldn't move so long as the talisman remained stuck. While most other rooms had their stuff nailed to the floor for that purpose, the talisman allowed the occupant to actually move them around, provided they have a replacement talisman

Sebas would miss this room. Many a memory played in his mind from this room. The many nights he held a crying Ora to soothe her from nightmares, the window view of the moon, looking absolutely perfect from above the clouds every night, the long talks he had with Avery, attempting to sing many a song from only the lyrics written in books, having to make up music for the lyrics. The times he came back with every bone in his body screaming and the bed calling his name

But it was time for the next role.

Bogrum asked for advice. Hmph, I could write a book on it, Sebas thought. "Think defensively," Sebas responded quickly before opening one of the drawers and taking out a stack of documents. It went back to his days on the fishing boats. Back in Kaer Lyon, some of the "fish" they had to catch were literal monsters at times. "The biggest piece of advice is to care about the crew more than the crew cares about themselves." He then looked at the Orc from the paper he was looking at. "We are all morons willing to go on a death march against an ancient demon without a second thought.......... but we also don't want to die. It is in that contradiction where YOU, the captain, reside." The contradiction of action and word. No one really wanted to SAY they were scared, so they would charge in with blood pumping, resolved to die but secretly despairing at the thought

"We're a bunch of mentally broken criminals, drowning our trauma in ale, drugs, and the asses of women only presenting it because of the coin we paid them," Sebas continued. This was obvious. You weren't stabbing and shooting people in the face for a living and remaining all there in the head. Sebas wondered just how many pirates on these ships couldn't sleep without drugs or an overdose of liquid courage. "It's not your job to fix a single person on this ship. Your job is to not condemn them to face their sins."

"Every. Single. Decision. That you make needs to be filtered through that lens. You need to tell them that even if they are the scum of the earth, deserving to burn in hell for every bullet they put in someone's face, every time they stuck their dick somewhere it wasn't wanted, every second of celebrating burning down a ship or a village........."
Sebas sighed here, getting worked up. This was an uncharacteristic moment of passion, mostly because he wasn't expecting to have it himself. "...........that they are a Basenji and that so long as they draw breath, they can leave this life behind and GO. LEGIT." To Sebas, it was their ultimate goal. Most pirates were malcontents, thrill-seekers, or the self-destructive looking for an involuntary grave. No one wanted to retire doing what they were doing

He looked at the exit. "It's why I took in Nancy. That little fuck was thrown on his ass by the Goddess. To leave him resolved to die is a failure. He's one of us. It's his job to fix himself. It's mine to keep him alive long enough to do it. That's YOU, captain." The captain was a face of defiance. A defiance of the law, a defiance of the civil, a defiance of fate. They didn't have to be angry to be defiant. "The moment you act in hubris is the moment blood is on your hands......... and this is different from the blood of the innocent or the blood of your enemies. Yes, innocent is indeed the worst kind of blood to have. The second? To me? It's the blood of the entrusted, allowing the men who entrust their lives to you to die a premature death because you got a big head." It was something often overlook until it was too late. However, for both Sebas and Bogrum who grew up in Orc society, one of the more underrated qualities of a leader is NOT GIVING THEM a warrior's death. Or at least, not letting them march into a battle thinking that the way they'd be remembered is more important than their lives right here and right now.

"That's my advice," Sebas finished, his face and tone dead serious throughout. "If you care, you will throw yourself into doing whatever it is you need to do. Learn these ship routes, keep up with the inventory, be diplomatic, be fair, don't be afraid to knock the shit out of an insubordinate. STAY. FUCKING HUMBLE. The moment you believe yourself above the crew serving under you is the moment you end up like Adonis." Scathing words for their current master captain, but Adonis's best factor is the fact that he had could get them riches, and that he had an armada, NOT that he was good at being a captain.

"Now, with that done, I suggest thinking about your co-captain. We have to gather the crew anyways, so I'll use that to create a roster for duties."


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Demestral Asella
The Hackle- Deck

"Ah, Fergie." The woman's voice had become a recognizable oasis, a sudden eye in the ever-raging storm of thoughts that was a normal moment in the pixie's mind. She was asking about a co-captain, which was a damn good question. "I'm still thinking. Let's call the crew together and take a census." She didn't want to leave the crew waiting for too long. She already had a few criteria in mind for who her co-captain should be.

Adonis really threw the pixie for a loop in giving her a ship and crew like that, and her brin. "I'm thinking that the co-captain might need to be fairly normal...... but calm in the face of the storm." She needed someone who could run the ship if she had to take off on Quincy for Air Support. If the captain could keep his calm in the face of a fight, or a storm, they could keep their calm in the face of Draconic Rage. Not that it was a side she ever wanted to show people, feeling like she already showed Fergie WAAAY too much as it was.

The ship bustled with the people still loading and settling a bit, and Demi inspected the activity, surveying the crew and hoping that Adonis chose the right people.........but if not........ If he gave her a trouble crew, she would prove that there was no such thing. Not a trouble crew, but a trouble captain. Demi wanted to steel her resolve.

"My child. Do you have a minute?" It was a wise motherly voice filled with compassion, shattering the race to pre-occupy Demi's mind in world record speed. One didn't hear that voice and think of anyone else
"My Liege?!" Demi yelped, startled and invertedly saying it aloud, "Err, sorry Fergie. I got a sudden co-"
"When you get a minute, I would like a Commune with you," Elewynn said, interrupting her. Knowing Elewynn, She believed Herself to be intruding. To be fair, She WAS interrupting the crew onboarding process, but........ to say She was interrupting anything in Demi's life felt like insulting Her. "Carry on. No forcing anything." The line was then severed.

"............." Demi was about to rush off to boot Lattice out of her unfinished room to Commune, but Elewynn must've known and nipped that immediately. Elewynn would be able to tell if Demi blew off her work to Commune, and would admonish her if she ignored the order to not force it. "I guess never mind," she then said, "My Liege reached out to me, but we're busy so she wanted to wait." However, Demi's body clearly gained new anticipation: For every second she spent NOT Communing was a second more Elewynn was waiting, a mounting mistake Demi now wanted to correct. My Liege, why must you be so considerate? she thought. When did kings ever vie to wait for a subject? Elewynn wasn't teasing, was She?

A deep inhale to get herself back together, she had to address her quartermaster. "Can you get the crew together and take a census?" Demi finally asked Fergie. "I want names and the role they play in the crew. We are looking for the role they've played up to this point, NOT the role they WANT to play in this crew." It was not uncommon for pirates to lie about what they could do to try to elevate their position. Demi wanted a resume. "I WILL be crosschecking with rosters from the main ship. Liars will be punished."

"I will conduct the inventory and survey the state of the beasts held on this ship."

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