[ Even for a dog with a passion for sailing, the sheer scale of the ship they'd been stationed on was staggering to behold. The little skiff's he'd cut his teeth on in the ocean shallows around Ooo felt like paper toys by comparison. It wasn't that Jake had never seen a large boat -- the humans from the Islands sent them home on a huge steam ship even larger than this one. It cut through water like butter, flattening every swell into nothing as it chugged forward under a high-tech guiding hand. If Jake was being honest, it felt less like a ship and more like a huge horizontal elevator. All they had to do was sit back and wait to arrive at their floor.
But the Plunder? Now that was a ship. Everything Jake loved about sailing could be felt in the soul of each creaking bow and sail, alive with the work of dozens of crew members. They were all attuned to the sound of their captain's voice, waiting on his next order with bated breath. It was enough stimulation to satisfy Jake ten times over, and that's before he factored in the entertainment. Robbing, riches, cards, grub, laughs?
Jake could get used to this. ][ Despite Jake's glowing assessment, there were certain creature comforts a pirate might have trouble finding aboard their ship. The touch of a willing woman could be a long way off between port visits, and even then docking was no guarantee. Assuming you'd saved enough to pay for a good one, a culture of limited supply and heavy demand made for frequent disappointment.
For many of the Plunder's crew, that was just the way of seafaring life. For a few others, women were hardly their concern to begin with. But for the third group -- small in number and loud in voice -- that lack of attending to was criminal injustice. One that needed to be remedied expeditiously and without quarter.
Which usually meant getting good and drunk, finding the prettiest cabin boy, and gritting your teeth through whatever had to come next.
They'd taken down a frigate that morning, raiding her for her booze, food, and ammunition. Itachi was tasked with organizing the latter while the rest of the crew enjoyed the spoils; one of many subtle admonishments he'd received in his time here. Their captain had an eye for the especially blood thirsty and rewarded them accordingly. Itachi, with his nervous demeanor and lack of sea legs, had only managed to make himself an easy target for busywork.
Among other things. ]
'Ey there, Oocha. [ One of the crew slurs down the armory steps. It's not an Orber, he'll be able to tell that much. Even the most clueless among them would never butcher his name that badly. ] You still workin' on those balls, are ye?
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action; aboard The Silent Plunder...
But the Plunder? Now that was a ship. Everything Jake loved about sailing could be felt in the soul of each creaking bow and sail, alive with the work of dozens of crew members. They were all attuned to the sound of their captain's voice, waiting on his next order with bated breath. It was enough stimulation to satisfy Jake ten times over, and that's before he factored in the entertainment. Robbing, riches, cards, grub, laughs?
Jake could get used to this. ]
[ Despite Jake's glowing assessment, there were certain creature comforts a pirate might have trouble finding aboard their ship. The touch of a willing woman could be a long way off between port visits, and even then docking was no guarantee. Assuming you'd saved enough to pay for a good one, a culture of limited supply and heavy demand made for frequent disappointment.
For many of the Plunder's crew, that was just the way of seafaring life. For a few others, women were hardly their concern to begin with. But for the third group -- small in number and loud in voice -- that lack of attending to was criminal injustice. One that needed to be remedied expeditiously and without quarter.
Which usually meant getting good and drunk, finding the prettiest cabin boy, and gritting your teeth through whatever had to come next.
They'd taken down a frigate that morning, raiding her for her booze, food, and ammunition. Itachi was tasked with organizing the latter while the rest of the crew enjoyed the spoils; one of many subtle admonishments he'd received in his time here. Their captain had an eye for the especially blood thirsty and rewarded them accordingly. Itachi, with his nervous demeanor and lack of sea legs, had only managed to make himself an easy target for busywork.
Among other things. ]
'Ey there, Oocha. [ One of the crew slurs down the armory steps. It's not an Orber, he'll be able to tell that much. Even the most clueless among them would never butcher his name that badly. ] You still workin' on those balls, are ye?