Post by Terg Broadsword on Dec 3, 2008 10:31:32 GMT -5
“Land ho!”
The loud call jolted Tyrion from his sleep, and he rolled out of his hammock and landed on the wooden floor with a loud thump. Groaning he pushed himself to his paws and slipped his sea boots on. The big sea otter captain rarely slept when he and his crew where close to their destination but this time he had chosen to take a ‘quick’ nap. He buckled on two belts that made an X across his chest. These belts held his twin long swords to his back. As the dark furred otter was slipping on his long coat he realized that he had put his boots on the wrong paws. He grunted and switched them quickly. His eyes where still heavy with sleep and he blinked before walking toward the door of his simple cabin. He jammed his tri-corned hat on his head as he opened the door of his cabin. He looked across the clean deck of his beloved ship the Sea Titan. The ship was mid sized and made of dark wood. Tyrion didn’t know what kind of wood the ship was made out of but he assumed it was oak or ash. The ship had three masts- the mizzen mast at the back, the main mast in the middle and the fore mast in the front. On the bow, under the bowsprit was mounted a large corkscrew which they used to ram enemy ships.
Tyrion glanced up at the grizzled old otter that was up high in the crows nest peering over the calm sea. The sea otter captain called up to him. “Hey Flen! Thanks so much fer wakin’ me up. It was like waking up to a bird song,” Tyrion said sarcastically with a twinkle in his eye. “Did I hear yeh call land ho?”
The big sea otter was eager to land. He was searching for his twin brother, Terg, who was hopefully at the fort old Flen had told him of. Terg and Tyrion had been separated right after birth because Tyrion was thought to be dead so he was put out to sea in a small boat. This was the traditional way of putting an otter of the holt to rest. (To see the whole story see Tyrion’s bio) Tyrion had not told his crew of his mission though they where glad to follow him where ever he went. They knew that their captain did nothing that was useless.
The old otter, Flen looked down at his captain and called “Aye cap’n. Two points west and yeh’ll be headed right fer et.”
Tyrion smiled and called “Good!” He bounded up to the bow of the ship and squinted as he looked in the direction that Flen had said. Sure enough there was a green and brown smudge on the horizon just as Flen had said. Though he was old his eye-site was still keen. The smudge grew bigger as the ship sped along pushed by the strong wind that filled the sail of the frigate.
Tyrion turned to the otter that was at the big wheel of the ship. “Take her two points west Biondo. We’ll land make the land by noon if this wind keeps up.” The big otter glanced around the deck. “I’ll bring yeh up some food, if’n Grame hasn’t burned it all to a crisp,” Tyrion joked. Really the fat otter cook could produce delicious meals. The crew loved Grame. Tyrion left and was soon back with a steaming bowl of porridge mixed with nuts, honey and dried fruit. He placed it by Biondo and looked over at the land mass. He could distinguish a small square blob that must be the fort Flen had told him of. He stared eagerly at the ever-growing shore.
Terg swam deep beneath the waves. Bubbled streamed from his whiskers as he dove down among the fish. He swirled around and preformed a neat backflip in the water. He loved to swim even if the water was cold. He was acrobatic as a squirrel in the water. Flips, dives, somersaults, swirls and many other things where part of his under water excersise. His head finally broke threw the waves. He gulped in air and grinned widely. He swam slowly back to shore and sprawled on a sun warmed rock, letting the warmth sink into his soaked fur. The sky was cloudless and the wind was warm. He sat up and looked happily out at sea. He felt like a Dibbun again. Suddenly he saw the dark shape of a ship out on the sea. It was still far away but Terg could see that it was getting rapidly closer. He couldn’t take any chances. It might just be innocent merchants but it might also be pirates. He scooped up his wet shirt which he had cast aside before entering the water. Some how it had still managed to get wet. He turned and ran toward the fort. His paws squelched on the sparse grass as he burst through the gates. He spotted several creatures sparring with wooden weapons in the sparring grounds. He trotted over and said “Arm yerselves. There’s a ship heading’ this way. You,” He pointed to a young otter, “Run and tell commander Fishrudder. I’ll take the rest of you and a few others to welcome who ever is sailing this way. If it looks like vermin then we’ll get back inside the fort fast.” The big sea otter tunred and marched off with his recruited soldiers as the other young otter sped off to find Fishrudder.
Though Terg only had his dirk with him he marched boldly out to the shore where he had been a moment ago. He had left his broadsword under his bunk when he went swimming so he would have to make due with his dirk.
OOC: Yeh like? I worked, like all morning on it! Epic post!
The loud call jolted Tyrion from his sleep, and he rolled out of his hammock and landed on the wooden floor with a loud thump. Groaning he pushed himself to his paws and slipped his sea boots on. The big sea otter captain rarely slept when he and his crew where close to their destination but this time he had chosen to take a ‘quick’ nap. He buckled on two belts that made an X across his chest. These belts held his twin long swords to his back. As the dark furred otter was slipping on his long coat he realized that he had put his boots on the wrong paws. He grunted and switched them quickly. His eyes where still heavy with sleep and he blinked before walking toward the door of his simple cabin. He jammed his tri-corned hat on his head as he opened the door of his cabin. He looked across the clean deck of his beloved ship the Sea Titan. The ship was mid sized and made of dark wood. Tyrion didn’t know what kind of wood the ship was made out of but he assumed it was oak or ash. The ship had three masts- the mizzen mast at the back, the main mast in the middle and the fore mast in the front. On the bow, under the bowsprit was mounted a large corkscrew which they used to ram enemy ships.
Tyrion glanced up at the grizzled old otter that was up high in the crows nest peering over the calm sea. The sea otter captain called up to him. “Hey Flen! Thanks so much fer wakin’ me up. It was like waking up to a bird song,” Tyrion said sarcastically with a twinkle in his eye. “Did I hear yeh call land ho?”
The big sea otter was eager to land. He was searching for his twin brother, Terg, who was hopefully at the fort old Flen had told him of. Terg and Tyrion had been separated right after birth because Tyrion was thought to be dead so he was put out to sea in a small boat. This was the traditional way of putting an otter of the holt to rest. (To see the whole story see Tyrion’s bio) Tyrion had not told his crew of his mission though they where glad to follow him where ever he went. They knew that their captain did nothing that was useless.
The old otter, Flen looked down at his captain and called “Aye cap’n. Two points west and yeh’ll be headed right fer et.”
Tyrion smiled and called “Good!” He bounded up to the bow of the ship and squinted as he looked in the direction that Flen had said. Sure enough there was a green and brown smudge on the horizon just as Flen had said. Though he was old his eye-site was still keen. The smudge grew bigger as the ship sped along pushed by the strong wind that filled the sail of the frigate.
Tyrion turned to the otter that was at the big wheel of the ship. “Take her two points west Biondo. We’ll land make the land by noon if this wind keeps up.” The big otter glanced around the deck. “I’ll bring yeh up some food, if’n Grame hasn’t burned it all to a crisp,” Tyrion joked. Really the fat otter cook could produce delicious meals. The crew loved Grame. Tyrion left and was soon back with a steaming bowl of porridge mixed with nuts, honey and dried fruit. He placed it by Biondo and looked over at the land mass. He could distinguish a small square blob that must be the fort Flen had told him of. He stared eagerly at the ever-growing shore.
Terg swam deep beneath the waves. Bubbled streamed from his whiskers as he dove down among the fish. He swirled around and preformed a neat backflip in the water. He loved to swim even if the water was cold. He was acrobatic as a squirrel in the water. Flips, dives, somersaults, swirls and many other things where part of his under water excersise. His head finally broke threw the waves. He gulped in air and grinned widely. He swam slowly back to shore and sprawled on a sun warmed rock, letting the warmth sink into his soaked fur. The sky was cloudless and the wind was warm. He sat up and looked happily out at sea. He felt like a Dibbun again. Suddenly he saw the dark shape of a ship out on the sea. It was still far away but Terg could see that it was getting rapidly closer. He couldn’t take any chances. It might just be innocent merchants but it might also be pirates. He scooped up his wet shirt which he had cast aside before entering the water. Some how it had still managed to get wet. He turned and ran toward the fort. His paws squelched on the sparse grass as he burst through the gates. He spotted several creatures sparring with wooden weapons in the sparring grounds. He trotted over and said “Arm yerselves. There’s a ship heading’ this way. You,” He pointed to a young otter, “Run and tell commander Fishrudder. I’ll take the rest of you and a few others to welcome who ever is sailing this way. If it looks like vermin then we’ll get back inside the fort fast.” The big sea otter tunred and marched off with his recruited soldiers as the other young otter sped off to find Fishrudder.
Though Terg only had his dirk with him he marched boldly out to the shore where he had been a moment ago. He had left his broadsword under his bunk when he went swimming so he would have to make due with his dirk.
OOC: Yeh like? I worked, like all morning on it! Epic post!
