Post by Linx Exotic on Apr 22, 2008 20:01:11 GMT -5
OOC: Also my ten thousandth post. Go me! 
BIC: After months of planning, organization and construction, not to mention modifications made while it was in progress, the "Toy Boat" was no longer a funnel of money but a fully functioning ship. Although a crew had yet to be assigned to it and trained for it, the vessel's copper hull shone brightly from the waters of the River Moss. Layers of this metal, along with steel, cedar and oak, comprised the hull of the small but deadly ship, but the fact that it didn't appear to be made of wood was only one of its more obvious traits.
Another was its complete lack of sails. The ship was far too heavy to be powered by the wind and relied entirely on its coal-burning steam engine housed onboard. The wide, relatively low sheet metal-bearing smokestack that carried the fumes from this fire away from the deck protruded from the ship into the air, set a bit back on the overall length. This was to make way for the extensive 'bridge' at the very center of the main deck, a squat, steel-shuttered structure which was the only access point to the observation mast. It was on this dull copper-plated wooden pole that the crow's next was mounted, mercifully low to the waterline compared to some other ships and mercifully far from the smokestacks.
Still, this wasn't the most striking feature of the ship. What made it look a bit peculiar was the pair of turrets onboard; not in the sense of castle towers, but freely rotating, armored chambers which each housed a pair of new chemical-explosive cannons. These launched solid cone-like shells of iron at extreme velocity and accuracy, but unfortunately had to be lit with a special flint-using mechanism which produced sparks to ignite the needed chain reaction. Of course, this wasn't much of a problem in a steel chamber that protected its inhabitants from the elements and enemy fire, but it was at least notable.
Linx could credit himself with making it. He strolled up to the ship in the dock until he could actually ascend the stairs to the pier. The gangplank was right up ahead, but he walked past it, heading up to the very bow of the ship where its actual name– Not project name, but actual name– was carved into a rectangular piece of ebony that had been bolted to the side of the hull under the lip of the railing. The wood had been varnished slightly, and the text a bright crimson, readable even from a distance of however long the pier was and at the angle he'd been to it before. The Threat.
BIC: After months of planning, organization and construction, not to mention modifications made while it was in progress, the "Toy Boat" was no longer a funnel of money but a fully functioning ship. Although a crew had yet to be assigned to it and trained for it, the vessel's copper hull shone brightly from the waters of the River Moss. Layers of this metal, along with steel, cedar and oak, comprised the hull of the small but deadly ship, but the fact that it didn't appear to be made of wood was only one of its more obvious traits.
Another was its complete lack of sails. The ship was far too heavy to be powered by the wind and relied entirely on its coal-burning steam engine housed onboard. The wide, relatively low sheet metal-bearing smokestack that carried the fumes from this fire away from the deck protruded from the ship into the air, set a bit back on the overall length. This was to make way for the extensive 'bridge' at the very center of the main deck, a squat, steel-shuttered structure which was the only access point to the observation mast. It was on this dull copper-plated wooden pole that the crow's next was mounted, mercifully low to the waterline compared to some other ships and mercifully far from the smokestacks.
Still, this wasn't the most striking feature of the ship. What made it look a bit peculiar was the pair of turrets onboard; not in the sense of castle towers, but freely rotating, armored chambers which each housed a pair of new chemical-explosive cannons. These launched solid cone-like shells of iron at extreme velocity and accuracy, but unfortunately had to be lit with a special flint-using mechanism which produced sparks to ignite the needed chain reaction. Of course, this wasn't much of a problem in a steel chamber that protected its inhabitants from the elements and enemy fire, but it was at least notable.
Linx could credit himself with making it. He strolled up to the ship in the dock until he could actually ascend the stairs to the pier. The gangplank was right up ahead, but he walked past it, heading up to the very bow of the ship where its actual name– Not project name, but actual name– was carved into a rectangular piece of ebony that had been bolted to the side of the hull under the lip of the railing. The wood had been varnished slightly, and the text a bright crimson, readable even from a distance of however long the pier was and at the angle he'd been to it before. The Threat.
